I watched him paint, marvelling at his work. Every stroke a masterpiece, the end result perfect. I couldn't believe his skill.
But I knew I was was seeing the end result of a lifetime of work, I wasn't seeing the training, the failed attempts, the crap before the gold.
I watched as he finished, placing the brush and palette down. I approached him slowly, smiling.
"That's amazing work. How long have you been painting?"
"Oh, this is my first go, I just wanted to try it out once."
I never felt more annoyed than I did at that exact point.
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