It may come as absolutely no surprise at all that this drawing has sparked some controversy – seeing as my work is so utterly challenging, but inevitably mind-expanding. Upon completion, it was brought to my attention that there should have been two sandwiches.
Where’s the other sandwiches if your poem has “beef sandwiches” and not a singular beef?
When penciling in the drawing I thought about having multiple beefs milling about. Believe it or not, the thought consumed me for a while. Should there be more than one sandwich? I took a chance and decided to have the strength of the piece rest entirely upon one sandwich.
But not just any ordinary beef sandwich. One incredibly well-crafted beef sandwich. It would have onions. It would have tomatos. It would have lettuce, sauces and a hearty portion of beef. But, above all else, it would have an all-seeing olive as an eyeball to survey the beach it occupied.
There was yet another consuming thought, should there be TWO olives?
I never actually pencilled in two olives, but I did leave room incase another olive was a necessity. As you can see, it never came to that. It seems one purposely over-sized olive was enough.
So, to answer your blazing question of the mysterious whereabouts of the other sandwich(es): There is no need for other beefs when this beef is the penultimate of all beefs. Never before has such a sandwich existed and, sadly, after its consumption, there will most likely never again exist such a sandwich. This sandwich is the embodiment of all beef sandwiches.
And that is the absolute truth.
