It was late at night, midnight dreary, as we pondered, weak and weary, what the next Splash painting should be. We painted black birds sitting in front of the moon, but couldn’t come up with a name. Suddenly, it came to us. In through the window flew a raven. We asked the raven what should be this painting’s lordly name. Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
So yeah…that was unexpected.