My doodles never became art. To me, they're still the same as they were in Kindergarten.
Today I spent two hours, two hours on a painting. I looked at it, let out a breath, and threw black paint all over it. Then I kicked over the table, put on my leather jacket, and quit school. Only to become a bus driver making minimum wage with no heath benefits, which lead to my early tooth decay.
C'est la vie.