Bhí solas geal na gréine ag doirteadh isteach trí fhuinneoga móra Gailearaí Náisiúnta na hÉireann.

Bright sunlight was pouring in through the large windows of the Gailearaí Náisiúnta na hÉireann.

Bhí atmaisféar ciúin, ach lán le spleodar, le feiceáil sna hallaí ollmhóra agus na síleálacha arda.

A calm yet vibrant atmosphere could be seen in the huge halls and high ceilings.

Sa seomra cruinnithe thíos staighre, bhí triúr bailithe le chéile.

Downstairs in the meeting room, three people had gathered.

Bhí tasc speisialta acu - an chéad taispeántas mór samhraidh a phleanáil.

They had a special task - to plan the first big summer exhibition.

Bhí Niamh, í lán le paisean don ealaín nua-aimseartha, ina seasamh os comhair bord mór crann.

Niamh, full of passion for modern art, stood in front of a large wooden table.

Bhí a smaointe ag croitheadh ina ceann.

Her ideas were buzzing in her head.

Bhí eagla uirthi go raibh a cuid smaointe ró-nua-aimseartha.

She was afraid that her ideas were too modern.

Ach bhí a fhios aici go gcaithfeadh sí rud éigin speisialta a chruthú.

But she knew she had to create something special.

Chomh maith le Niamh, bhí Cormac ann, fear seanbhunaithe a raibh meas mór air sa domhan ealaíne.

Alongside Niamh was Cormac, a well-established man who was highly respected in the art world.

Ní raibh sé ar a shuaimhneas leis an ealaín chomhaimseartha.

He wasn't at ease with contemporary art.

Bhí sé dílis don chlasaic, pictiúir le scéalta mar a dúirt sé féin.

He was loyal to the classics, pictures with stories as he would say.

Ansin bhí Ronan, ealaíontóir óg díograiseach, lán le huaillmhian agus réidh le stampa a chur ar an gcomhthéacs ealaíne.

Then there was Ronan, a young enthusiastic artist, full of ambition and ready to leave his mark on the art scene.

Shíl sé go raibh a chuid oibre mar an eochair dóibh siúd a bhí ag lorg rud éigin úr.

He thought his work was the key for those seeking something fresh.

Bhí Niamh ag iarraidh taispeántas a chur i láthair a mhalartódh an sean agus an nua i gcomhar foirfe.

Niamh wanted to present an exhibition that combined the old and the new in perfect harmony.

Ach ní raibh sé sin éasca.

But that wasn't easy.

Bhí Cormac buartha faoina cuid smaointe.

Cormac was worried about her ideas.

"An rabhamar ag cailleadh an bhunús?

"Were we losing the foundation?"

" ar sé, ag croitheadh a chinn le himní.

he said, shaking his head in concern.

Baineadh geit as Ronan freisin.

Ronan was also taken aback.

Bhí sé in éadóchas go dtabharfaí a chuid oibre faoi deara, ní amháin mar shlait tomhais i gcoinne na seanbhealaí.

He was desperate for his work to be noticed, not just as a benchmark against the old ways.

Bhí Niamh ag féachaint ar a leithéid i bpáirceanna dubhach.

Niamh looked at such scenes with apprehension.

Bhí cinneadh mór os a comhair.

A big decision lay before her.

Sa chruinniú deireanach, tharla rud iontach.

In the final meeting, something wonderful happened.

D'éirigh Niamh suas go láidir.

Niamh rose strongly.

"Ligimis don nua agus don sean a bheith le chéile," arsa Niamh go diongbháilte.

"Let the new and the old exist together," Niamh said resolutely.

"Cruthaímis spás ina n-éiríonn an ealaín as an seanbhun agus an nua gan aon chlaonadh amháin.

"Let's create a space where art emerges from both the old and the new without any bias."

"Thosaigh sí ag taispeáint pleananna, seacht léaráidí timpeallaithe ag oibreacha Ronan ar na ballaí ach freisin scaipthe le clássic.

She started showing plans, seven illustrations surrounded by Ronan's works on the walls but also interspersed with classics.

Bhí cuma nua spleodracha orthu.

They looked refreshingly exciting.

Thug Cormac súil fhada, fionn ar thuar na n-athruithe.

Cormac cast a long, thoughtful glance at the prospect of the changes.

Mar a bhí sé fíorscáca, rinne Ronan gáire.

As if it were a masterpiece, Ronan smiled.

Leis an iarracht sin, thit an teannas mar chloch sa tobar.

With that effort, the tension dropped like a stone in a well.

Ghlac Cormac le smaointe de Niamh agus faoi dheireadh tháinig sásamh uaidh agus reachtáil do Ronan.

Cormac embraced Niamh's ideas and eventually expressed satisfaction and commended Ronan.

Tháinig Meitheamh agus an taispeántas - taisteal carnival de shean agus nua.

June arrived with the exhibition - a carnival journey of old and new.

Thug leannáin ealaíne draíocht an chomhcheangail seo ar ais leo.

Lovers of art carried the magic of this combination with them.

Nuair a dúnadh na doirse ar an lá deiridh den taispeántas, bhí Niamh fós le suaimhneas buíochais.

When the doors closed on the last day of the exhibition, Niamh remained with a sense of grateful peace.

Thuig sí anois go raibh a smaointe uathúla luachmhar.

She now understood that her unique ideas were valuable.

Agus bhí Cormac níos oscailte don nua-anallód.

And Cormac became more open to the new than before.

I ngairdín an gailearaí feithiclí, ba léir cé chomh mór agus a bhog an t-aos ealaíne.

In the gallery's garden vehicles, it was evident how much the art community had moved.

Bhí taispeántas acu a mhairfeadh in intinní fada.

They had an exhibition that would endure in minds for a long time.

Bhí Niamh ag dul abhaile sásta, a croí geal i solas dubh an tráthnóna.

Niamh went home content, her heart bright in the dusky evening light.