You remember when a few years ago, your friend, Bello, told you that no matter what an artist does, perfection can never be achieved.

And here you were, his muse, standing still, the studio light like a spotlight, the room filled with only the sound of the him hammering away, once, twice, and thrice… Keen on making a sculpture of you. A one that is perfect. Something he said that can never be achieved. Hypocrisy, isn’t it?