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by painters who presume to do what He does; who claim to be as creative as

He。“

I  made  my  statement  firmly;  as  if  I;  too;  were  accusing  him。  He  fixed  his

gaze into my eyes。

“Do you think this is what we’ve been doing?”

“Never;” I said with a smile。 “However; this is what Elegant Effendi; may he

rest in peace; began to assume when he saw the last painting。 He’d been saying

that  your  use  of  the  science  of  perspective  and  the  methods  of  the  Veian

masters was nothing but the temptation of Satan。 In the last painting; you’ve

supposedly rendered the face of a mortal using the Frankish techniques; so the

observer has the impression not of a painting but of reality; to such a degree

that this image has the power to entice men to bow down before it; as with

icons in churches。 According to him; this is the Devil’s work; not only because

the art of perspective removes the painting from God’s perspective and lowers

it to the level of a street dog; but because your reliance on the methods of the

Veians as well as your mingling of our own established traditions with that

of the infidels will strip us of our purity and reduce us to being their slaves。”

“Nothing  is  pure;”  said  Enishte  Effendi。  “In  the  realm  of  book  arts;

whenever a masterpiece is made; whenever a splendid picture makes my eyes

water out of joy and causes a chill to run down my spine; I can be certain of

the  following:  Two  styles  heretofore  never  brought  together  have  e

together  to  create  something  new  and  wondrous。  We  owe  Bihzad  and  the

splendor of Persian painting to the meeting of an Arabic illustrating sensibility

and  Mongol…Chinese  painting。  Shah  Tahmasp’s  best  paintings  marry  Persian

style  with  Turkmen  subtleties。  Today;  if  men  cannot  adequately  praise  the

book…arts  workshops  of  Akbar  Khan  in  Hindustan;  it’s  because  he  urged  his

miniaturists to adopt the styles of the Frankish masters。 To God belongs the

East  and  the  West。  May  He  protect  us  from  the  will  of  the  pure  and

unadulterated。”

However  soft  and  bright  his  face  might  have  appeared  by  candlelight;  his

shadow; cast on the wall; was equally as black and frightening。 Despite finding

what he said to be exceedingly reasonable and sound; I didn’t believe him。 I

assumed he was suspicious of me; and thus; I grew suspicious of him; I sensed

that he was listening at times for the courtyard gate below; that he was hoping

someone would deliver him from my presence。

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“You  yourself  told  me  how  Sheikh  Muhammad  the  Master  of  Isfahan

burned  down  the  great  library  containing  the  paintings  he  had  renounced;

and how he also immolated himself in a fit of bad conscience;” he said。 “Now

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