All downhill from here. Hobart Rivulet, Sandy Bay. January 2012. At what point do the constant stream of birthday parties stop for the little 'uns? LAST SUPPER , Graham Burchell Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in the shadows Vermeer picked pearls from a jar labelled ‘silverskin onions’ Turner stirred through the steam mist risen above Venetian chicken soup Monet decorated a blue plate with sliced cucumber and radishes Gauguin sniffed a sponge cake’s desiccated coconut and sighed Van Gogh spat a gristle morsel at a swirl of Provençal sauce Cézanne reached for the fruit bowl but dithered between apple and pear Dali tweaked moustache and swallowed a sheep’s eye with relish Bacon tore at turkey leg his neck twisted in hidden fury Pollock drizzled ranch dressing about tossed Waldorf salad while Freud spooned one more pickled walnut to an off-white napkin next to the last painter unknown a child sti...