The Beatitudes On an early summer’s day in Prague we step inside a gallery exhibiting the work of Alphonse Mucha. Reluctant to leave the tourist-traipsed city square below our eyes take time, but then adjust to the delicate pastel tones and lines, walls of his detailed art nouveau. Idealised, grace-filled female forms in patterned, symmetrical beauty, framed and arranged advertisements for Cycles Perfecta and Théâtre de la Renaissance. A chronology of carefully crafted meal vouchers, selling a product to keep a man alive, creative flourishes shaped for daily bread.   It is cool and quiet in this place.   As…