The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the exhibition hall as visitors streamed through the entrance. Fortunately, they were spared the disastrous state that prevailed when Maggie and her entourage arrived.
Instead, a unique and captivating spectacle unfolded before their eyes.There were no static paintings adorning the walls, no sculptures frozen in time. In their place, a vibrant energy pulsed through the room.
Painters, brushes poised and palettes ablaze with color, sat before their easels, each stroke a deliberate dance on the canvas.
The rhythmic scrape of sculptors' tools against stone echoed through the hall, as they brought formless blocks to life with each meticulous chip.
