“‘There was a painter who was asked to send his best painting to an
exhibition and he accepted on condition that it would be curtained off
until the day of the opening. This condition was accepted. The crowd
came, quite a large one. His painting was the only one hidden behind a
curtain in a box, and the last to be exposed. When the curtain was
finally parted, the painting was a large square canvas, pure blank.
Blank! The public was outraged. There were insults: “Surrealist!
Dadaist! Beatnik! Mutant!” Then the painter came forward and explained
that he had painted a self-portait and that his dog had found it such
an exact likeness that he had licked it all off. But there had been a
portrait, and this was merely the proof of the faithfulness of the
likeness. And so . . . for those who are interested in progress, twenty
years ago painting was judged by critics, and today it is judged by a
dog. This is the state of painting today.’”

—Anais Nin, Collages, 1964. (This is for you, Lindsay!)