This was an American model whose name was… no, it’s gone. It was the last painting I did before the group was broken up and we were all ejected from the building.
Out of a class of fifteen eight are now alcoholics, three are on remand for armed robbery, one entered Britain’s Got Talent and was booed off before lifting her paintbrush, and two became conceptual artists. I myself am now destitute and people point at me in the street and laugh at the fool who thought he could learn to paint, one evening a week. Let this tragedy serve as a warning to you all.
(Conceptual artists! - the shame!!)