Imagine each canvas as a living sculpture—curved edges that look like whispers of a door, paint that shimmers in low light, a faint outline that only reveals itself when you lean close. I’d put a small, almost invisible latch on the frame, a touch of gold that glints when you stand in the right angle, and then a gentle sigh of a hidden hinge that lets the canvas slide. As people wander, some doors open silently, others stay closed, and you never know which one will let you step into the next room of the gallery. It’s the perfect blend of mystery and surprise, with a little asymmetrical charm that keeps you guessing.