A canvas bearing splotches of color and a rough outline of the scene was apparent. Swiped by the careful brush of Eugène Delacroix.

His brows were furrowed in concentration. Several colors at the tip of his fingers, which were stained with paint. He hummed and mumbled something incoherent occasionally. It was clear he was busy.

“Hmm…ah.” He muttered, with another flick of his brush onto the canvas.