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Editor: This delicate drawing by John Flaxman, held at the Tate, presents a scene with figures beneath what looks like a stylized flower or perhaps a canopy. It feels so ephemeral, like a memory fading. What do you see in this piece? Curator: It whispers to me of neoclassical ideals, that search for purity and form, but with a distinctly human touch. See how the lines aren't perfect? It's Flaxman grappling with the sublime, not just replicating it. And that canopy… is it protection? A looming presence? Editor: Maybe it's both? I'm seeing that tension now. Curator: Exactly! Art isn't about answers; it’s about the delicious questions. Editor: I never thought of it that way. Thanks!