He'd been called numerous things since his 'work' was discovered. A fraud, a mental case, a symbol of a degenerate art world that would dare label his sloppy jottings 'art'.

 ...unreadable with the bare eye in their original form, and the style can be off-putting at first sight: digressive, chaotic, and seemingly uncommunicative. Indeed, reading the scripts initially made me tired and impatient. Only later did I realize I was being educated to become a different kind of reader, one attuned to nothing—no substance, no coherence—rather than something.