At the Hayward , a tiny little man stood outside the gallery, with no umbrella.

Kenzie wanted to move him out the rain, but my sister said, "He is art and one must suffer for one's art, so he must stay where he is. So when you grow up, don't be a sculpture, the hours are long, the pay is low and the work conditions tough."
My sister wisely never misses a chance to give a life lesson to her son.