“This is an abstract piece of art by Alexander Choice. It’s the only one of its kind,” the well put-togther guide tour explained. I looked at the strange sculpture, puzzled by it. It was a male face but it was sculpted into a hand of some sort. I peered around at my fellow classmates who were scribbling down notes about the sculpture. I didn’t know what to write about it. I barged my way to the front, trying to see it up close. It was really weird. It was very hot and stuffy in the busy art gallery. I unbuttoned my cardigan and pulled it off. But as if in slow motion my elbow hit the side of the sculpture and it fell off its stand and smashed on the floor.