by Dodai Stewart, New York Times.
They observed the scarab beetles, they would see them every morning, coming out of the mud, the same cycle of life, doing the same thing every day, not getting bored or tired,” Mr. Khalil said.
Before the staffers wrapped the piece, Mr. Khalil pressed his lips to the peaceful face he had sculpted. “That was my last chance to touch her,” he said. “I kissed her goodbye. Even though I was going to see her — but in a different way.” Once the piece was in the museum, it could not be touched, not even by the artist.