Is My Painting Not Somewhat the Submissive, Curated Production of a Female Eunuch?

Nothing Less Than a Failure

Should I Have Captured Better Population Participants on Canvas for You All?

Should I Really Have Created a Recognition-Hybrid with More Profound Meaning?

Have I Really Been Placed in Quarantine by The Creator with Regard to Artisanal Talent?

Did We Seriously Outstrip the Gnu from an Evolutionary Point of View, Only to Once Again Get Behind the Soldering Iron?

Should I Have Been Recognition-Resistent When Painting Even Just for the Nanofraction of a Macrosecond?

I Could Have Likewise Promised You Effortless Prosperity and Invited You to Late Roman Decadence

I Could Have Foreseen for You an Apocalyptic Scene of Hoards of Uninhibited Welfare Recipients Buying Crates of Aldi Champagne with Their Standard Rate

I Could Have Defiantly Upped the Ante Day for Day Painterly, Albeit All the More Decisively

I Would Have Been Better off Painting What I Saw With My Inner Eye