The old Dwarf, Antoni Svalzdverg, had given up everything.
When you take art away from an artist, there's nothing left. Antoni had only art, though he would have lived more cleverly had he brought the art of the crowd with him.
(God, what do you want from me?)
Antoni had good eyes.
He was good at looking at the fine shapes of objects and expressing them in exquisite shades. With a glossy expression and a flowing brush. Rounded areas with gradients and thick overlays.
The paintings that are born become natural and heavily refined.
It was called the eye of God.
I got a reputation for seeing all the colors I could see.
Antoni therefore made a name for himself in the art world. In the midst of a strong fashion of realism, his style suited the temporal wind. Refined paintings colored by various melee and color techniques, such as blur (Sufmart), geometric melee, etc., were not reproducible for anyone other than Antoni.
(This jizzy is a foolish man who tried to challenge God. I was afraid that a lot of it was meant to be art.)
Times have changed.
The art of painting moved from a realistic stream to a baroque art incorporating distortions. Human body sculpture incorporates biologically impossible body twists. Dynamically, character paintings and other distortions like the world through mirrors and fisheye lenses were incorporated into the art. 'Subject matter' is emphasized, not just realistic art. Mystery if mythology, dynamism if disturbance, is such a 'subject'. Art shifts its focus from more real to more narrative subject-matter.
Antoni still ran the front line.
His baroque had colour. There was nevertheless an imminent work that dared to distort an elaborate expression.
A curve that catches my eye the way it does. Emphasised contrast. The accentuation of the baroque distortion of the outline of the object, the accentuation by the colourful contrast, the schematic accentuation, and the technique of emphasizing the 'object you want to show' were the art of evocation of that of the genius. His art, illuminated in contrast, was no exaggeration to say that he had flowered anew again at this moment.
(I think I had a shameful life. Wow. I thought I could imitate this jizzy guy like a manierism.)
But times went fast.
Baroque art, distorted and emphatically contrasting in the first place, is the product of manierism. A manierism is a manuela, or expression style. Having acquired the expressive style of distorting, emphasizing, contrasting, the art world pushed for its expressive technicalism, manierism, to reach another art.
Impressionist.
Accentuate light movement, texture. Create a diagram from a free angle without being imprisoned by frontality. Emphasis is placed on speed, and the painting begins to weigh moments.
It was only about this time that Antoni's art began to flourish.
Antoni was a well-rounded technique and still a leading artist, but every now and then something appeared to compare to Antoni.
The painting no longer required an elaborate and meticulous touch. Even a somewhat rough line is welcomed as something that plays a part in the emphasis schematic.
Antoni had good eyes. Good, but therefore I wasn't good at those coarse lines. Because something in the real world, made up of coarse lines, doesn't exist.
Still, he is praised because his art was beautiful.
(Impressionist. Really impressive. Sometimes I fell in love with this jizzy. Wow. I still thought this jizzy art would work.)
It was the next art of the Impressionists that stuck a new breeze at him.
Beastly Fauvism. 3D cubism.
Both were vibrant and sensational. It was also the moment when art merely distinguished itself into photographs.
The wild colored Fauvism is rough but the colors are flashy and bright, catching my eye to see. The colour you feel with your heart, not the colour you see with your eyes. It pioneered vivid art, assuming that art was not for reason, such as desantation or structure, but for expressing the artist's senses.
3D cubism went head-on against it.
Abandon one-point fluoroscopy based on Renaissance realism and force subjects from various angles into a single sheet. It's all made up like a cube. There was something called cubism, and it was named after it.
And Cubism paintings are different from Fauvism. Dessan's rationality, extreme simplicity and symbolization.
If Fauvism is a revolution of colour, then cubism is a revolution of form.
(Complete defeat. Fauvism, cubism is great. I felt the evolution of color, the evolution of form. That's the kind of novelty that sticks to this jizzy lack of talent)
The wave of revolution pushed Antoni off the line.
Antoni's art became supposedly ancient. The freshness of appealing to the senses is losing all around us. His art is just imitation. They even told me so.
Still, I didn't stab Antoni in the stop, only because his art was really superior.
His art was undoubtedly beautiful, even if it did not fit the temporal wind. It was true that he was said to be the eye of God.
What stabbed him to a stop.
It's a brain disorder.
(... I can't see the shape anymore. Wow. This is also a foolish act)
Antoni lost the contour of things in this world.
A melting world, a brain disorder that can't remember the form. The fate given to Antoni was lethal as an artist.
Other than photographs, precision paintings, etc.
Antoni's eyes of God died at this time.
"This is my collection. Wouldn't that be great? I'm blind to art."
"This is it. The boulder, Countess Beriessa Albert, is very shapely to art."
"Oh, thank you for your help."
It's true. Not at all.
Elsewhere, I had a conversation with Beliesa, who was superficially beautiful and crazy.
For example.
That's the musical stone that trapped the orchestral music composed by the court musician Lord Jacopo. He is truly new baroque. The singing voices are soprano alto tenor bass, all mixed together like planned harmony to represent a polyphonic look. Yet he reinvented his voice by introducing solo emotional expressions and things. His pushing opera, the musical play, is also really interesting.
This is one of the oriental arts by engraver Miloir, the object of wood carving. The shape is, well, it's a phallus thing that a lady can talk to me about. I think it's a powerful work that conveys shermanistic poisonousness and fear of life.
That was the precision painting of the artist Antoni, who was active until recently. The background reminiscent of Arabesque and the fine decoration of the central angel, as well as the delicate touch, are truly wonderful. Angels have a diverse and dynamic sense of movement with baroque twists. But the Arabesque background behind it is the luxury and sophistication often found in Gothic art. But the structure, which weighs the overall harmony, is as close to the beauty of the one-of-a-kind style seen in Romanesque art. It's a famous painting on a boulder, "Flowers in the Sky" just admired it.
etc.
The narrative that Miss Beliessa inadvertently tells is tiring just to hear. There are many katakanas, and I don't understand more than half of what I'm talking about.
I'm just suitably matching words like "I see," "It's great," "Beautiful," etc.
"You're pretty familiar with it, too. It makes me happy. I love it, too. Beautiful stuff."
"No, no way. Knowledge of burning blades."
"That's what it is! There's no way that a person with the knowledge of a burning blade knows whose painting belongs or whose expression technique is used in that painting! You know something I don't either, right? Oh, I kind of feel destined for you..."
"Really? As a merchant like me, I hope you're on good terms."
Develop a series of appraisal skills during the conversation.
Knowledge of who the author is, what he is famous for, and what expressive techniques he often uses is purchased there.
And aptly, "I see, so to speak, Neleica Kirkwood was good at highlighting the scene with her fauvism vibrancy of color. You're just often referred to as a 'super-colored sorcerer'," he flickers his knowledge. And then he said, "You know damn well! They're eating up."
It's really easy.
Instead of burning blades, it seems to be gathering information in real time. The beginning and end of getting familiar with art thanks to it and getting art lv.0.
I really take care of my appraisal skills.
"Where did you get to know me so well? Hey, can you possibly be noble? Or are you part of the Academia, an art salon that both the Durone and Medici families are rebuilding?
"I'll leave it to your imagination. Because if you're with a merchant, your ears are wider."
"I have wider ears, too, don't I? I have quite a friendship with the Duke of Durone, the Marquis of Medici, and the Marquis Pali, the artist of" The City of the Harbor ". But I can't believe you're familiar with art like that even I don't know... I've never seen anyone more than me..."
"It's a great honor to keep it in compliment. Thank you. Let me tell you one thing, I was also interested in art by chance. As a merchant, let me first examine areas of possible interest to Countess Beriessa Albert. It is a great pleasure to have a conversation with you, even in shallow school."
"Is there a reason for shallow school! If you'll excuse me, I want to talk to you all the time tonight..."
"It's a great honor to say, Countess Beliessa Albert. I was wondering if revealing the night two days in a row would be a major handicap. In addition, I am a civilian and have a different identity from yours. I thought if you were too kind with me, you wouldn't have to buy it or cause annoying rumors."
"I'm so sorry.... hey, maybe you don't like me?
"No way. My conversation with you is a lot of fun, too. On the other hand, however, because of the difference in identity, I remember that being in such a noble place is not suitable for sex or is uncomfortable. … If this is how you can have a good time as an occasional mood change, you have nothing to say"
"... won't you hate me?
What is this?
I am more open to an unprecedented and enthusiastic approach. This beautifully insane Beliessa apparently likes art too much and has taken quite a liking to me for being familiar with it.
"Yeah, unless you have a reason to hate it."
"Right! I'll try not to hate you!
Dog-like.
"I'm very glad you care that much," he returns, holding back the rude sentiment that goes into his heart.
(But I wonder why this happened...)
We got along so far for a reason.
It was yesterday.
Yesterday we ended up watching the awards ceremony for the boxing tournament until the end. The winner is Catherine Auga. She was honored with the applause of 10,000 lightning throughout the festival hall for her triumphant glory over two prejudices: the Devil Nation, the Woman.
Chitta was also greatly honored again. In addition to the rarity of slavery, first-time challenge, he was impressed with that gut that succeeded in bringing Kathy down twice.
The figure of Chitta holding the trophy and thrusting her other fist heavenly was impressive. The slaves all seemed to have somewhere to think too, with a serious view of Chitta like that.
Even slaves can grasp the success so far. Chitta grabbed the evidence.
And.
As promised, I sent Miss Beliessa to the Rothman Gold Trading Center. We used Hetty and the others to negotiate with the Rothman Gold Trading Center.
As a result, Mr. Cesare Rothmangold embraced us with pleasure. along with a large loan.
"Toshiki, you finally relied on me, didn't you? It was a cold sweat from me, the merchant guild leader, because all I've ever seen was Ariosh's grandfather relying on. I wonder when you will betray me."
Mr. Cesare, who puts it bluntly, emphasised "lending one" and "stringing the Merchant Guild rather than the Adventurer Guild".
I'm appealing to you that you just made a loan to me for not showing any room before.
That's why I didn't like it.
I do not want to rely on Mr Cesare because he is a young elite merchant who also has LV.4 negotiating skills. Neither am I likely to be able to fathom my bargaining skills even though they have grown to Lv.3 thanks to my sales activities.
This is the first half of the conversation.
Yes, that's the story until we get to the Rothman Gold Trading Center.
There was quite a lot going on from here to getting picked up by the lord's family, but let me break it.
If you pull some out.
"Mr. Toshiki! You're familiar with art, too!," said the young lady Beriessa in a painting talk at the Rossman Gold Trading Museum.
"Your slaves are adorable! And you smell really good!," said Beliessa, a courtesy lady, impressed that she cleans her body with water every day, with Meena, Hetty, Illi, Yuffi, Nell, and just another chitta and hug.
"Hey, can I hold you too!," said Lady Beriessa, making an immediate death proposal.
"Next time I'll introduce you to my collection!" Until I held my hand, it was all over.
(Today yesterday, I didn't expect you to show me your collection)
Yesterday, at a farewell from the Rothman Gold Trading Museum, he said, "Come to my art fair tomorrow! I was told."
It seems to be an exposition open all three days of the Lords Birthday Festival, but honestly I didn't plan on taking a trip to the exposition.
Because I was simply planning on doing business for Chitta.
So far only 'Barry the Butcher' is definitive enough to sponsor Chitta. That's why I was thinking about getting more sponsors.
It also went blank at the exposition.
"? Huh?"
I have eyes for you with the young lady Beliessa.
Lovely for nothing. But it's only a pain in the ass.
Next door, she said, "That's right..." I felt more and more experience accumulating in my artistic skills in the margins of her new work.