Bianca faces criticism of her art and argues with Fina

Bianca Forner's technique and linework are always flawless.

Thank you. David, here, here, here. Look, where it says “technique.”

“Technique”—Yes. And Bianca Forner's linework is always flawless are the only noteworthy things about an increasingly predictable work that strays from the bold innovation of her early work.

“Bold innovation” in my early work? But who are you?

Bianca. Who are you? Look, I'm going to tell you something.

I really don't agree with anything they're saying about you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, don't try to, to comfort me.

I know who I am. I exhibit in Tokyo, New York, in Latin America, wherever I damn well please.

You don't need to tell me who I am, Fina. No, no.

But do you know what really gets me? Do you know what really gets me?

This is my fault. My fault. Yes, ma'am. I made a colossal beginner's mistake.

And I shouldn't have allowed myself to. What do you mean?

I mean, I was distracted by outside things.

I should have focused, concentrated, you know? What outside things, Bianca?

Oh, come on, Fina. You know perfectly well. What do you want, me to spell them out?

Well, of course I want you to tell me. Yes, I'll tell you.

I want to hear them now. Look, I'll tell you.

I spent the whole time convincing you that you were worth something.

Then it was, “What if I post this photo,” then, “What if I post the other one?” I don't know.

And then the stormy relationship you have with Marta.

No, I can't— I can't believe you're saying this to me. Seriously.

Yes, but that was my day-to-day. Oh, it was my fault.

Am I lying? I just think it's really unfair that you're saying that.

You chose your day-to-day life. Of course, I chose.

That's the thing, you understand? I supported you, and I'd do it a thousand times with all the love in the world.

But it distracted me and threw me off. I lost a lot of energy.