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Editor: Here we have an ink drawing by John Flaxman, currently without a title. It looks like a design, perhaps for a monument or a decorative panel. I am curious; what first strikes you about this piece? Curator: Its delicate quality, almost ephemeral. It reminds me of pressed flowers in an old book, a whisper from another time. Flaxman’s neoclassical style, of course, but also something more personal, a quiet longing for beauty, what do you think? Editor: I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I see what you mean! It's more intimate than I initially perceived. Curator: Exactly! It’s as if he’s inviting us into his private garden of the imagination. Perhaps it's a reminder that beauty can be found in the simplest of forms, and in the quietest of moments. Editor: Thank you. I learned so much today.