"I told you i could do it." Jane scoffed. Daria shook her head in bemusement. She seemed depressed to hear what Jane was saying. "You have to be kidding. This whole thing is nothing more than a pathetic joke."
Grinning, Jane glanced up at the horrible painting that hung in the center of the the contest display walls. It was a large canvas that was almost devoid of paint. in the center, was a small, crudely painted couch, devoid of any depth or perspective.
"It's all a matter of presentation." Jane insisted. "First of all, I've entered this contest three years in a row. the judges know me, and my work. so naturally, they assume that if i present a piece of crap like this, that there must be some huge underlying artistic comment. Then, i choose a ridiculous title to back that theory up."
Daria glanced down at the title stapled to the corner of the wretched painting. "Iconoclastic empyrean. That doesn't even make sense."
"Exactly. And these high brow artists will be damned before they admit something doesn't make sense to them. so they praise it as genius in order to impress others with their artistic integrity. Now, pay up, Morgendorffer."
Daria sighed, and pulled out a wad of bills. "Take them." She said as she thrust the fistfull of currency at Jane. "Oh well. Did my couch win any awards?"
"Yeah." Jane said as she smiled in response, like a repressed hyena. "In fact, it won two."