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The gallery was almost empty this afternoon—just the soft hum of climate control and the occasional creak of the old wooden floor beneath my feet. I'd come to see a small exhibition of watercolor landscapes, expecting gentle washes and predictable compositions. What I found instead was something that made me pause mid-step.
The first painting looked unfinished. My immediate reaction, I'm embarrassed to admit, was dismissal.
Too loose