[tossing the sock aside--where he has been placing all of the things that clearly don't belong in this chest--he sighs again. the sound is more drawn-out and dramatic this time, befitting the subject.]

Some of our more distant relatives fancied themselves to be sculptors, writers... but, even still, you would likely laugh at the attempts.

[the next jacket he picks up has three-quarter-length sleeves, and so becomes an easy target for him to focus his disdain.]

We all deeply enjoy the arts, and have many thoughts and opinions on all sorts of artistic subjects, but have absolutely no skill in it ourselves. So... critics, I guess you could say.