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