The studio was small and clean, it had a distinctive smell which was that of muddy sand yet it was scent was soothed. I could see the works placed on displace on the table close to the open-air balcony. Some of his work lay on the table. I strolled to his table to have a feel of his artwork; I enjoyed the smooth feeling of dry clay grazing on my right hand but most of all I enjoyed the designs of his artwork. I was never a true lover of art but I appreciated it because
true art takes time, but perfection takes longer and the beauty of it is always seen to those who appreciate its real value.
I was partly fascinated with one of the sculptures on the table. It was molded in form of four faces combined together, one face expressed happiness, the other face was anger, while the third face e
