Today I had a dentist appointment and I lay back in the chair, facing the ceiling lights.
I was looking at my dentist's hands and I naturally couldn't see what she was doing. But I felt her pinky on my cheek, gently supporting the weight of her hand, as her ring finger, index finger and thumb manipulated the tool that was scraping along the surface of my teeth.
As I lay there, a bit nervous about how she would judge my final appareance, I realised that this is what it must feel like to be a painting.
