Perfection
"Nina, what did you do?"
"I felt it. Perfect. It was perfect."
The entire theme stuck a chord within me. Romancing your artiste so much that you become the one you photograph/ dance/ paint/write about...
But it was more that that. It was about perfection. It was about doing one thing long and hard for so long that you're that and that is you. With a looming fear of losing sanity in the process.
But then, it feels perfect.
