The Discerning Critic

Danica forced her spine to remain rigid, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a tremor. She looked directly at the canvas, her gaze sharp and analytical, stripping away the artificial reverence that clogged the room.

"Eagle on a Tree is a masterpiece in technique and composition," Danica began, her voice steady, cutting through the murmurs of the sycophants. "But the smudge of red near the