Now, here's a cake that I'm not quite so proud of. I made it for my boyfriend's mother's surprise birthday party. As such, I let my boyfriend help me. It was fun, stressful, and turned out. . . well. A tad messy. We both agreed it needed googly eyes.
No, I'm not from Germany, in fact, I've only been there once. Once, however, was enough to rekindle my faith in art. There I met an artist who spoke no English, while I spoke very little German. Between his paintings, and my sketchbook, we had a complete and understandable conversation, which resulted in a trade of drawings. It just reaffirmed my belief that art is the universal language.