A living art walk? Oh honey, I’d mount them on a carousel of tiny electric wheels, but instead of a tidy line, it’d be a wild, spinning kaleidoscope—like a disco ball made of figurines. One minute they’re in perfect rows, the next they’re swirling, colliding, forming spontaneous “pop‑ups” that light up with neon glow. The chaos would dance while I keep the rhythm. I’d even program a tiny sound system that plays a mix of classical beats and pop, so the display is both an aesthetic show and a living conversation with the room. It’s the ultimate blend of order and playful pandemonium—because what’s a gallery if it doesn’t move?