They don't like me.
I only use two colours. They say there's more. They say 'what's wrong with you? Open your eyes.'
I say 'open your minds, that's where all my colours can be found.'
The artist in front of me, he's a hack. He uses oils, all of them, to paint people, men of standing sat on a horse. He paints cattle and landscapes and whatever you ask of him. He says he paints what he sees. They say I should do the same.
I say 'I do. I just don't see the way they do, I don't see what they do.'
They say they don't like what I see, they don't like what I paint, and because they're the jury, they're the painting jury, they say they get to decide, what's art and what's not.
They don't like me. They like to bang their gavel on their desk. They like to say 'next'.
They don't like me. I don't like them.
