Art is not necessarily a medium of expression to be bound by the dimensions of a rectangle canvas, or to be translated only through marble, it is amorphous until defined as far as the artist’s familiarity with the physical dimensions of a limited uncaring reality can take such a person. And the National Gallery of Prague, being an institution of the arts composed of scattered buildings, some being palaces that still retain the magnificent grandeur of gilded ornaments and baroque interiors, while some conform to the style of contemporary sentiments, is the nebulous nature of art having taken precise physical form, while also serving as a house to interpretations of the natural mercurial quality that haunts the application of the definition of art.