Three years ago, when I first began painting as a hobby, I would say eagerly to strangers at parties, "You must come up and see my pictures sometime." The men to whom I addressed this invitation must have thought I was using a hand-colored variation of the old come-see-my-etchings line. Once in my apartment, they were startled to find I had been speaking literally. They were even more startled by the paintings. One or two callers recovered their voices enough to point and ask hoarsely. "wh-what's it supposed to be?" The others simply stood, like a one-man petrified forest, until they'd thought of some intelligent, critical comment, such as "Wow!" or "Wait till my analyst hears about this."

--from "Look! I'm Framed." (1949)