"It takes professors a while to get used to the idea that there might be a student who doesn't worship the ground they walk on."

So, he'd come back periodicly and paint on my painting and I'd erase it until he got tired or frustrated, never knew which, and finally stopped. Then, when he let me alone to get on with what I was doing, he'd come over and say things like, "Did you mean to make that look like that?"..."Huh?", I'd think to myself. to be continued...someday.