Watchman and sculptor

 

Robert Cholavo, a night watchman and sculptor, had spent many years absorbed in solitude and his thoughts about the world, art, and nature. With each passing year, his sculptures grew more reclusive and quiet, much like himself. But one summer day, everything changed. When the white fly returned to his life, he couldn’t look past its simplicity and beauty. Robert felt that this miracle of nature had to be immortalized.

He decided to return to sculpture, to work with white marble. It was his way of expressing the purity and perfection he saw in the small creature. Robert took a block of marble and began chiseling, creating a previously unseen level of precision and detail. Every line, every curve was crafted to perfection, and the marble seemed so light in his hands that it was as if the material itself yielded to his will.

When the work was finished, and the marble fly took its place in the empty museum room, the museum staff, for the first time in many years, felt something more than mere amazement. They were stunned. His craftsmanship was so perfect that the marble fly looked almost alive, as if it might take off at any moment. Staff members started visiting the museum just to see this piece, and soon whispers about "Robert Cholavo’s miracle" spread through the region.

People began to talk again about the perfection of art, not its vulgarity—about how true mastery lies in the ability to capture nature in its purest form. His work had no place for falseness or abstraction. Robert restored to art what had been lost: the ability to see the miracle in even the smallest, simplest things. The museum, which had once been filled with noisy and empty exhibitions, became a place of genuine admiration, where people could witness something that made them truly reflect on the beauty of the world.

Robert, perhaps no longer young, found that his art was alive, full of energy and precision. And maybe, in that moment when the white fly stood frozen in stone, he himself felt as though he was coming back to life—not in terms of age, but in his inner connection to what truly matters.