After decades of increasingly awful artwork throughout the world (bad films, rubbish musicians, Damien Hirst, etc.), the personification of Art himself is challenged to revisit his past and improve his future. He is sent back through time to work out what went wrong. Was it 60's Hollywood? Or shortly after the Dawn of Man? What follows is a story of a creator grappling with his legacy, his flaws and his pride. But with jokes about killer parsnips.