On Any other day its just a women, but not today, Today it hurts. I have balls, when I see a women, I feel what a million years evolution want me to feel, a lust. But, some thing tells me that won’t be enough to sculpt a piece like this. A creator of this capsule must see more then what comes natural to us. What one see can not be shared or stored, a artistic expression is closest one can try. I am jealous, what am I missing, whats the most one can feel. I am not trying to feel most out of this sculpture, one can’t. Just like how one can’t grab a chunk of expression to take a bite. One shell wait, until one liberated with no memory of time. One more glance.