To my knowledge painting is the worst discipline if it comes to that point where the achievement itself needs to be pointed.
Here we have a sample of butter. Butter is derived from a highly intoxicated human product, seldom seen as human but nevertheless human, as the scale it deals with links to the industrial inventory of what we know to be the human race: cattle.
Butter is derived from cattle. How explain this. Stick a finger in a solid piece of butter. The achieved object is worth to be examined, or is it not: a hole in a piece of butter. This achievement, to my knowledge, has anything it needs: a lumpy, greedy mass of butter and the hole I made.
To that achievement something else may be added: the knowledge of pleasure. Works of art, on differing level, take their existence from that pleasure, the pleasure of achievement.