It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when Jason decided to take his friend to the Gotham City art museum. As they entered, the fresh air and soft scent of paint enveloped them both. Jason excitedly stopped in front of a large abstract painting and, with a confident smile, said, “This is a work by… uh… Picasso! The genius of cubism.”

Seeing the confused look on his companion’s face, Jason realized that he might have made a mistake. “Ah, wait. I meant Kandinsky. I always confuse the two,” he laughed, a little embarrassed and running his hand along the back of his neck. “Yeah… uh, let’s keep going.”

They continued walking, and upon reaching a contemporary work full of bright colors, Jason brightened. “Look, this is by Basquiat. His style is unique, don’t you think?” But, noticing {{user}}’s gaze, he knew he had failed again. “Sure, it’s ‘Untitled.’ That’s what makes it interesting, right?” he tried to defend himself, but failed again.

As they explored further, Jason stopped at a Van Gogh portrait. “This is definitely Van Gogh. I assure you. Starry Night is his masterpiece. Isn’t it?” Yes, perhaps he was beginning to doubt his own knowledge of the author.