For all those people who lacked appreciation for the realistic snail portraiture evident in the last post, I offer you the following picture.
I think you'll all agree that my rendition was spectacular.
While I'm on the subject of incredibly life-like art, I've also produced the following:
I could let you figure it out yourselves, but I don't have much faith in the art appreciation talent of those around me. It's obviously Rvan pushing me under a bus. The red thing at the back is the quality chicken. (If this doesn't make sense to you, that means that you still have a chance of living a fulfilling life full of joy and wonder. It also means you haven't had to work with me on and off for the last fifteen years.)
Let me focus (as if I could actually focus the camera, but we won't go there right now) on the detail in the lower right corner.
You can tell that the figure on the left is me because of my calves. And the other figure is Rvan because his head is so big and he isn't bending any joint in his body.
Take that, Rembrandt!