I cannot draw; my stickmen doodles are a joke. Not every piece of art I appreciate.
You would think that I have gained an exponential interest in art, especially after being in the company of Picasso, Monet, Renoir, and van Gogh, as well as moulages from The Louvre, during my time at Artica for the past three years. Just when I thought I’d acquired a fair measure of cultural capital to compensate for my pathetic monetary status, a visit to The J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles only confirmed that I am no art enthusiast.
