You ever heard of a guy called Roy Lichtenstein? He was this guy who looked at pictures in art museums and said "I can do that," And he did. He made Picasso-esque women, curved metal sculptures, melted and twisted and beautiful with pre-detirmined light and dark, leaving so much to the imagination and yet so little. He looked at a woman in a comic book, the waxy pages between his fingers, as her hand was pressed to her hair, her worry expressed in her bubbled thoughts. He looked at those and said "I can do that." And he did.

Now I'm going to do it, too.