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What would you do if you found your face scrawled onto a -rather intimate- sculpture? A sculpture built thousands of years before your existence?
Curator Pandora "Andy" Roy was a curious woman, always searching for the how's and why's, lingering on the history of even the tiniest aspects. Although, as of last month, Miss Andy had for the first time, met herself face-to-face. It wasn't through an old photograph and not in a reflection, but carefully shaped onto a sculpture facing towards a beautiful man, one that could've rivaled the Olympians themselves. The day Andy showed up to the museum of
Museums were boring. Or atleast that's what Rhys Jones thought. He hated the awkward silence that was ignored in museums. The missed opportunities for growth, new friends and (,if you're lucky,) love.