Why did the book go to art school? To get a fresh coat of paint!

Stepping into this peculiar room at MONA felt like entering a sanctuary of blank slates. Every book on the shelves was cloaked in a pristine white dust jacket, rendering them anonymous yet intriguingly uniform. The wooden tables at the center bore scattered open books and loose papers, all equally shrouded in white. It was as if the room itself was waiting for stories to be written upon its immaculate canvas. This minimalist setting evoked a sense of calm and endless possibility—a stark contrast to the chaos of everyday life.