"Isn't that something you're absolutely not supposed to do in art (unless you know what you're doing and do it anyway), cut something off or put a little bit of something else in along with the subject?
to which mightygodking answers,
"Kind of. It went something like this.
HITLER: Here is my final application piece, Herr Art Judge.
ART JUDGE: Mr. Hitler, I must say, your overall talent is good enough that - wait, what's that little thing in the corner there?
HITLER: That's part of the art.
ART JUDGE: But it's so tiny. I can't read it.
HITLER: Well, you're not supposed to be able to.
ART JUDGE: That's really fucking annoying.
HITLER: Well, I was trying to comment on -
ART JUDGE: Wait, I think I can make out this part. "Death to the pews." ...that doesn't even make sense!
HITLER: No, but -
ART JUDGE: You know what? Screw you, Hitler. You'll never make it as an artist. "Death to the pews." Fucking Dadaist.
The moral of the story, I think, is obvious."