Okay, so I have a funny-ish story from Easter Sunday.
So. This semester I was in a painting class, yeah? I finished my final painting a couple days ago and since it turned out really good, my parents showed the whoooole family when we went to my grandmas.
It was an impressionistic painting of the Cliffs of Moher, and the artist that I had in mind that I was emulating was Vincent Van Gogh.
So my dad shows the picture to my great uncle, and he tells me that it’s really great, then starts raving that it’s ‘way better than any of that shit that Van Gogh did’.
Everyone in my family knows that Van Gogh is one of my most favorite artists, except for him, I guess. I was flattered he thought it was that good, but also pissed that he’s dumping on my favorite artist.
After a little bit, he finally turns to me and asks, ‘So, do you have any favorite artists?’
I reply, “Van Gogh.” Everyone else in the room laughs, save for my uncle, who just says, “Touche.”