He stood with me while I pored over every brushstroke in my painting. I could feel the tension in my body dissipate as the minutes passed. Just stepping away from the easel was enough to get me to relax, and what I saw before me was genius. I was in mid-internal-congratulation when I saw what he had seen. The facial anatomy of my beautiful falcon was off by a fraction. “Fuck.” A satisfied smile spread across my professor’s face, and he moved on to a fellow student.