Dear Fans,
Your Undercover Blogger writes to you today after a long night of moonlighting... trying to make ends meet (HAHA very J-SLASH-K-ing)...
Last night was a cake night... siiiiiiighhh... it did not go so well... the most unfortunate thing occurred- I did not get so much as 5 minutes of sleep!
I jest not.
I know you fools find our creations tasty and cute, but lest you think they come easily... you should think again, friends...
Why, you would like to know?
Well, do you, while practicing your art form, feel the need to yell any of the following phrases?
- WHERE'S THE VAT OF LARD?
- (at 2 am) WHY GOD, WHY?
- GREAT! I HAVE WHITE HAND PRINTS ON MY BUTT!
Didn't think so.
Do you fans, while practicing your art form, ever dry heave into a plastic garbage bin after inhaling too much of your piece? Does the humidity of a warm September evening ruin the base of your project? Do you cry and consider calling off a friendship if it means you can simply stop working for a mere moment?
My guess is NO.
Your "art" was most likely learned in an institutional setting. We learn about our creations as we go. We FEEL the artwork. It's ALIVE for us. Did DaVinci need a teacher? Michelangelo?
Laugh if you must, but be not surprised when The Present Cake goes down in history with The Last Supper and the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel...
Exhausted,
-Undercover Blogger
