By Simon Cann

“Shit,” as I sit back and stare frustratingly towards my third attempt of an “adroitly” crafted drawing. Though it is supposed to look like an enticing meal of assorted cheeses and prosciutto with melon, I find my artful hands have sculpted a picture of a dinner table adorned with rocks and a herd of small, slightly frightening and disfigured animals. Now, as creative a subject as mutant rodents and chunks of earth may sound, I cannot attribute my work to my artistic skill. This work is the product, in fact, of my notable lack thereof.

By Rainer Wasinger