I've been through my fair share of rough art-school critiques. I remember always wishing, when they were over, that I had formed my thoughts and responses better. It's not that I think I do bad work or not enough work or not the right work. I just seem to have trouble, at times, rolling with the conversation and defending what I do to a room full of people.
But all those tough times were put to shame last night when I returned to my studio to this:

Shackleton has upped the ante of art school critique.
As they say, I guess it's back to the drawing board.