A magnet pulls from the far side of the axis just as you aim at the peak of your career. Venus, the part that wants to charm and to dissolve into the other, faces off from the meridian, the visible heading your work climbs toward. Taste and the public peak call each other to account. Each time you show the work, something opposite begs you to please and makes you see where the pleasing ends and your own judgment starts. Charm and the place you display yourself never strike a deal on their own. Your public face gets weighed, built of fondness that keeps demanding a reckoning. The other catches your charm before you know whether it was yours or theirs.