According to art critics, mediocre painter James Augustiniak has proven masterful at cultivating the self-centered, womanizing demeanor of an art-world enfant terrible. 'Augustiniak's latest exhibition, featuring dozens of paintings of melting eyeballs and hearts, was a staggering achievement in clichd, pseudo-pretentious banality,' said Los Angeles Times art critic Christopher Knight. 'But I went anyway, just to see him throw a fit over the lighting in the gallery. He's very good at that sort of thing.' 