The most hopeless student I ever had was retired art professor who
had a PhD in art history and an MFA degree. He came to me to learn
how to paint, but he couldn't learn how to do that because he
couldn't draw either. Furthermore, he could not learn. He lacked the
ability to visualize in three dimensions, also to read simple shapes
and copy them accurately onto his paper. He had taught art for 35
years in a university. I have to wonder how anyone could have learned
anything from him. MFA means MASTER OF FINE ART. How much sense does
it make to bestow that honor on someone who cannot even draw, and
then give him a teaching position for 35 years? Are universities like
the world little Alice encountered in Alice in Wonderland, or what?