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Editor: Here we have an untitled drawing, probably a gouache, by Thomas Wilmer Dewing. It's just… incredibly subtle, almost like a memory fading at the edges. What do you see in this piece, in all its… well, faded glory? Curator: Oh, faded glory is right! It's less about seeing and more about sensing, isn’t it? I feel like I'm peering through a mist, trying to grasp a fleeting moment. Dewing was so drawn to depicting women in these hazy, dreamlike states, capturing a specific type of elegant, refined femininity favored during the Aesthetic Movement. The way the light catches her shoulder—it’s almost like a whisper. Doesn't it make you want to step closer, just to be sure you really saw it? Editor: Definitely. I almost missed the details in her dress at first glance. But the more you look, the more there is to discover. It makes you wonder what she’s thinking, doesn’t it? Curator: Precisely! Dewing’s works are like silent poems. I feel like he almost revels in withholding clear narratives, inviting us to project our own stories onto his subjects. She becomes a mirror, reflecting back our own desires and interpretations. Do you find yourself wanting to assign her a story, now? Editor: Absolutely. It's hard not to! I’m suddenly thinking about secret romances and hidden diaries! This has completely shifted my perspective on the power of suggestion in art. It’s like the less you show, the more you say, maybe? Curator: Precisely! It’s that space in between, that’s where the real magic happens, I think. I may have to find more work like this now and spend hours just… sensing. Editor: Well, thank you. That's quite the new outlook for me!