Placeholder: [screenshot of Time Bandits (1981)] Bees, buzzing with a frenzied energy, suddenly swarm around František Kupka as he continues to paint his ethereal visions. The air is filled with the hum of their wings, creating a symphony of chaos and harmony that only enhances the surreal atmosphere of his studio. With each movement of his hand, the bees seem to respond, creating a living tapestry of art and nature intertwining in a mesmerizing display. [screenshot of Time Bandits (1981)] Bees, buzzing with a frenzied energy, suddenly swarm around František Kupka as he continues to paint his ethereal visions. The air is filled with the hum of their wings, creating a symphony of chaos and harmony that only enhances the surreal atmosphere of his studio. With each movement of his hand, the bees seem to respond, creating a living tapestry of art and nature intertwining in a mesmerizing display.

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[screenshot of Time Bandits (1981)] Bees, buzzing with a frenzied energy, suddenly swarm around František Kupka as he continues to paint his ethereal visions. The air is filled with the hum of their wings, creating a symphony of chaos and harmony that only enhances the surreal atmosphere of his studio. With each movement of his hand, the bees seem to respond, creating a living tapestry of art and nature intertwining in a mesmerizing display.

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