Issue 9

By this stage my zine was well into its life as a Masters of Fine Arts project. Then, during critique, a lecturer asked, "Where's the art?" and I lost it. Where's the art does not mean, "This isn't art!" apparently, but I did not know that. So this issue became an ego-limping survey of a bunch of crap ideas. I lost my zine mojo, and wrote about it. October 2002.