I once took an “advanced drawing” class in art school where we discussed, and often challenged, the conventional ideas of what a drawing is and what new techniques could be used to expand the art form.
My professor scratched on the back of undeveloped Polaroids, which would create abstract and colorful line drawings. It was a simple demonstration on how one doesn’t need to apply a medium to paper to create an image. I ended the semester by drawing a picture of my foot, using my other foot which I had drenched in maple syrup. Most of the other students — and there were only a handful enrolled in this class — spent much of their time painting. Drawing with paint, who knew?
See, I feel like deep-dish pizza is a lot like drawing with paint. Every time I eat it, I think, “This seems like a cousin of lasagna to me.” It really pushes the definition of a pizza almost completely into a different category of Italian food. However, I also believe this to be a good thing.
So, while I’m making the argument that, yes, it is pizza, I feel like it needs to occupy it’s own space in our minds … and our stomachs.
— Mike Allen
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