Does everyone know the story about the art critic from one of the papers who went to his studio?
She looked at his work, and said that he was just throwing paint randomly at a canvas, and why should she acredit that with any artistic ability whatsoever?
Jackson said that she could show herself out, and flicked his paintbrush towards the door. When the critic got to the door, she found a single splodge of wet paint, right on the middle of the door handle.