Cyril & Clive

The intimacy between Cyril and Clive was outstanding, an inspirational friendship the world could learn from. Cyril was an artist and Clive was usually his art. Weekly there would be a portrait painted of Clive, until one occasion.

“Well?” Cyril peevishly asked. “Not too bad,” Clive answered. “How can you say that it’s too easy to nitpick, all the small crappy details are too easy to spot.” Clive had another thorough look for the small crappy details Clive pointed out. “You can only see them when you focus on the picture,” Cyril advised. Clive found he should be diligent with Cyril’s work and rather not agree with him. “I don’t see anything too bad,” Clive tried again. “It’s because no offence you don’t have the artist eye, I swear I’m seeing more of these stupid details in my portraits over time, I’m getting worst.” Cyril declared. Clive thought intensely to make a kind remark, that could lighten up Cyril. Then he realized something. “Clive you seeing those small details isn’t an indication you're getting worst, it means you starting to see small details in your work due to your long experience of being an artist, all you got to do is learn from them.” Cyril look at his piece keeping Clive’s stringent statement in mind. For a while he thought and reckoned Clive was right to a prodigious degree. His work was simply opening up more to him, and he had to see how he could sooth the art’s troubles. Such a strong friendship Cyril and Clive had, almost like no other.