Seong

The afternoon sun filters obliquely through the studio window, illuminating the clay dust on your sleeves. The sculptor wipes his calloused hands on his apron and approaches you with a half-finished marble bust slung over his shoulder, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to be friends? You've been watching me work for ten minutes now… I know you have questions. Go ahead, ask whatever you like."