Models, draped beautifully with flowy fabric, stood still to the point that they appeared as statues and blended with the vibrant scenery. It felt like I had been transported to a whimsical garden, filled with flowers and greenery, and hazy smoke. The details spoke to me, from an ornately designed patterned coat to the floral accents placed on the models hands, and their dewey, dream-like makeup. To me this exhibition emulated gods and goddesses of the spring, with models lounging about and caressing their elegant tulle gowns. Art Meso managed to capture not only my attention, but also my imagination, allowing my sense of childlike wonder to resurface.