“That’s life,” for what to justify being a loser. We don’t need people like you—there’s enough in life alone to have all of our shares met to deal with.
Isn’t interesting how in this painting my cat’s fur got on the cloth and in the paint and dried all over my canvas and now I’m stuck doing with the texture which may keep my critics only guessing where do I get my inspirations from; I don’t know, ask life.
“You don’t make sense,” as much as I can’t please every single one of you neither can I nor will I ever want/need to be an attraction to anyone of you.
“—You stole that,” as if I also choose to be born with a Jewish tongue. Of which, I am pretty fluent with it.
When you don’t belong in a craft pray criticize the work because you’d think this makes you look knowledgeable.