turning a musical instrument into a visual riff. It's as if Picasso met Santana in the world of Cubist rock 'n' roll. The guitar is not just an object; it is a melody frozen in time.  The play of lights and shadows on the strings of the guitar, the folds, " Gris takes us to a cafe where Cubism meets caffeine. It's like entering a modern place from 1914. The man in the cafe is not only drinking coffee; it is part of a Cubist conversation.  Coffee becomes a stage where Cubism and everyday life collide. It's not just a still life; it's a snapshot of Cubist freshness.