Meet Alice. She is a painting _ but she is also a voice, a question, a challenge. She was created to be looked at, but she refuses to be passive. She asks: What does it mean to observe? To judge? To interpret? Is art something we own and interpret, or does it shape how we see _ forever?

Alice does not see beyond her frame, but she feels the weight of every gaze. She wonders if the act of looking shapes her, just as much as the act of painting did.

Ask Alice a question. Confront her. Let her confront you. What does she make you feel?