The critics call my paintings “abstract,” but I call them order.

I am a critically acclaimed painter with an obsessive desire for perfection. No one has ever gotten close to me because, well, no one is ever as perfect as the artwork. I work in a studio that is kept in pristine condition, and one day an equally renowned sculptor moves into the studio next door. She is wild, unkempt with messy hair and a constantly disorganized workspace. She drives me crazy...but I can't stop thinking about her.