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My name is Hong.
“Not a painter” said my uncle “but an artist It’s a hadith it’s Bukhari “The Day of Judgment” I said cautiously “will allow artists to bring to life the images they have created but they will not be able to do anything and they will suffer the torments of hell Don’t forget that in the Koran ‘Creator’ is one of Allah’s attributes Only Allah can create only He can create out of nothing only He can give life to the inanimate Oil Dropper Bottle No one should dream of competing with him It is the greatest sin for painters to try to do what he did to dream of being a creator like him I said this in a strong tone as if I were also accusing him He looked me straight in the eye You think we’re doing something like this “Never” I said smiling “However when Mr Elegant may he rest in peace saw the last painting he began to speculate” He said that the use of perspective science and the techniques of Venetian masters was purely a temptation of Satan In the last painting we used the Frankish technique to draw a human face so that the viewer thought it was real and not a picture This portrait has such power that it can force people to kneel down to the painting from their hearts just like in church He also said that it was the devil’s temptation not only because he moved the perspective of the picture from the point of view of God to the point of view of a wild dog but also because using the techniques of the Frankish masters everything we know our techniques and pagan techniques and ways were mixed together To do so would deprive us of our purity and would make us slaves to them ”
Nothing is pure” My uncle said “When did you create magic in illustrations and pictures and when did you create a kind of beauty in the workshop that made me so happy that tears filled my eyes and chills my spine” I knew it two styles that had never been touched before were merged here to create a new kind of magic The brilliant paintings of Bisad and Persia owe much to the combination of Arab painting art and Mongolian-Chinese painting art The best paintings of King Takhmaspu combine Persian style with Turkmen delicacy Nowadays people talk about Akbar Khan’s workshop in India because he encouraged his fine painters to adopt the style of the Frankish masters God rules the East and the West May God protect us from the thoughts of the orthodox and the pure How soft and bright his face looked in the candlelight how dark and terrible the shadow cast on the wall was Although I think his words are reasonable and irrefutable I just don’t believe him I guess he was doubting me so I became more and more suspicious of him I think he occasionally pricked up his ears to listen to the courtyard gate downstairs hoping that someone would come and rescue him from me You told me that the great Sheikh Mohammed of Isfahan burned down his huge library because it contained paintings that he himself did not accept and that he burned himself because of the pain in his heart He said “I’ll also tell you another story in this legend that you don’t know” It is true that the painter spent the last three decades of his life searching for his own works but in the process he found that the pictures in many books were more simulations inspired by him than his original works Over the next few years he saw that the paintings he had rejected had been adopted as models by two generations of painters who had engraved his paintings in their hearts or rather had incorporated them into their souls When Sheikh Mohammed found his own pictures and destroyed them he found that in countless books light and detailed painters had worshipped copies and painted other stories with them making them widely known all over the world For a long time after reading a lot of books and paintings we have come to understand that a great painter will not only influence us with his classic paintings but also eventually change our spiritual vision Once the artistic aesthetics of a meticulous artist reaches so deeply into our souls it becomes the aesthetic norm all over the world
In the later years of his life Master Isfahan though he burned his paintings saw his works flourish instead of disappearing and he further understood that everyone now looked at the world with his former eyes and that anything that was different from what he had painted in his youth was now regarded as ugly Unable to suppress the surge of adoration and desire to please my uncle I knelt down in front of his knees I kissed his hand with tears in my eyes feeling that I had given him the place in my soul that had always been reserved for Master Osman “A meticulous painter” said my uncle in a conceited tone “creates art according to his conscience and his beliefs and he is not afraid of anything He doesn’t care a whit what his enemies religious fanatics and those who are jealous of him will say But when I kissed his old and speckled hand in my misty eyes it suddenly occurred to me that my uncle was not a fine painter at all I was immediately ashamed of my thoughts It was as if someone else had put such evil and shameless thoughts into my mind Nevertheless you also understand that what I think is not wrong “I am not afraid of them” said my uncle “because I am not afraid of death” Who is “they” I nodded and pretended I understood However irritability began to surge from the heart I noticed that the ancient book next to my uncle was Al Jeffzieri’s Book of the Soul a book about the journey of the soul after death that all the fatuous old men who wanted to die loved Since my last visit I have seen only one new object among the objects on the tray on the cabinet between the pencil case the drawing knife the sharpener the ink bottle and the brush a bronze ink bottle Let us prove that we are not afraid of them I said bravely “take the last picture and show it to them” But doesn’t that prove that we care about their slanders or at least take them seriously We’re not doing anything to be afraid of What else scares you so much He caressed my hair like a father I was afraid I might burst into tears again so I threw myself into his arms