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“This is such a spectacular horse;” I said; “it gives one the urge to pull out a
piece of paper and copy it; and then to draw every last thing。”
“The greatest pliment you can pay a painter is to say that his work has
stimulated your own enthusiasm to illustrate;” said Master Osman。 “But now
let’s forget about his talent and try to uncover this devil’s identity。 Had
Enishte Effendi; may he rest in peace; ever mentioned the kind of story this
picture was meant to acpany?”
“No。 According to him; this was one of the horses that lived in the lands
that our powerful Sultan rules。 It is a handsome horse: a horse of the Ottoman
line。 It is a symbol that would demonstrate to the Veian Doge Our Sultan’s
wealth and the regions under his control。 But on the other hand; as with
everything the Veian masters depict; this horse was also to be more lifelike
than a horse born of God’s vision; more like a horse that lived in a particular
stable with a particular groom in Istanbul so that the Veian Doge might say
to himself; ”Just as the Ottoman miniaturists have e to see the world like
us; so have the Ottomans themselves e to resemble us;“ in turn; accepting
Our Sultan’s power and friendship。 For if you begin to draw a horse
differently; you begin to see the world differently。 Despite its peculiarities; this
horse was rendered in the manner of the old masters。”
The more we deliberated over the horse; the more beautiful and precious it
became in my eyes。 His mouth was slightly open; his tongue visible from
between his teeth。 His eyes shone bright。 His legs were strong and elegant。 Did
a painting bee legendary for what it was or for what was said about it?
Master Osman was ever so slowly moving the magnifying lens over the animal。
“What is it that this horse is trying to convey?” I said with naive
enthusiasm。 “Why does this horse exist? Why this horse! What about this
horse? Why does this horse excite me?”
“The pictures as well as the books missioned by sultans; shahs and
pashas proclaim their power;” said Master Osman。 “The patrons find these
works beautiful; with their extensive gold leaf and lavish expenditures of labor
and eyesight because they are proof of the ruler’s wealth。 An illustration’s
beauty is significant because it is proof that a miniaturist’s talent is rare and
expensive just like the gold used in the picture’s creation。 Others find the
picture of a horse beautiful because it resembles a horse; is a horse of God’s
vision or is a purely imaginary horse; the effect of verisimilitude is attributed
to talent。 As for us; beauty in illustration begins with subtlety and profusion of
meaning。 Of course; to discover that this horse reveals not merely itself; but