Destroy Perfection

I think there's a story of an artist who created a piece of art so perfect and beautiful, that lacked any kind of flaw or error, that he felt forced to destroy it, because he (she? unlikely.) felt that nature was the only thing allowed to create such a perfect object. Like butterflies and mountains and seagulls and kangaroo pouches and such.

This is the tits version of that theory. You have to see that larger picture to see how she destroyed her perfect breast.