The title speaks for itself. – Sean Spicer
The old man dropped out of his own M.F.A. program (Creative Whatever), one credit short of graduation.
Just his style.
But he didn’t give up. No, not that. He decided to become a primitive artist.
Only avenue left. Folk art. Outsider art. Brute art.
Right away, two problems.
Didn’t think he had ten thousand hours left to get any good.
Hell, he couldn’t even draw a straight line.