What I want to make.
Antoni couldn't see the shape, but she didn't have anything she wanted to make.
"Really?
To Antoni like that, Beriessa was very naturally asking questions.
"Yes, ma'am. What you want to draw and what you want to make is coming out right now."
"But you're still painting oil."
"Because I want to draw."
"Even though you don't have anything you want to draw?
"Ma'am, it's not what you want to paint."
Antoni was slowly choosing words. I'm losing what I want to draw, I have a desire to draw, and I guess that feeling is both of his undisputed true intentions.
However, it was difficult to linguize the feeling.
"... maybe this jizzy is chasing something he wants to keep locked in the painting."
"Heh, what I want to keep locked in the painting"
"That's what drives this jizzy picture."
That's what I'm talking about.
Beliessa had stopped her clay-wrapping hands once.
"I guess he's called emotion or emotion. If I paint, I think what I want to paint is emotion and emotion."
"Maybe. Maybe not.... this jizzy painted a piece, and I never thought," Okay, now I've succeeded in locking down my emotions. "
"Heh."
I thought I poked a good line, but Beliessa fixes the clay.
"Because if I were you, I'd like to lock up the emotion.... I wanted you to lock me up"
"Isn't that what inspires you?"
"That's such a lie. Inspiration is to be beaten. A trapped, violent message is scarcely going to sting me. I'm in a hurry, and now I'm ravaged by beauty. From my fingertips, from my back, from my shoulders, from my throat, emotion crawls around me, eats my body, mumbles, and I, I'm sure, will."
"The lady enjoys the art. It just seems like a curse to me."
"Like, I want to be cursed. My chest is so tender and pierced from time to time. I want to be filled with sighing beauty."
"Then maybe you're qualified. This jizzy didn't deserve it. Qualified to enjoy the arts.... you don't want to close your emotions. I've just learned to tremble a few times the moment I thought I could put something in the picture."
"Hey, wouldn't it be great if I could eat something stuck in that painting"
"You have an interesting sensibility."
"Either you eat or you can eat. I would."
"If I could eat something like that, I would have eaten this jizzy too.... because I have a desire to bite it before I put it on Kanvas"
As I listened, I thought, what a conversation.
There were words out there that weren't conversations, and they were heavy in vain, but I couldn't miss hearing them, and I pretended I wasn't listening, but I was blinking my ears. There was nothing else.
Don't pinch your mouth, I thought.
The dark parts of these two hearts can be heard from the conversation. I don't think we should interrupt now.
"Hey, are you cursed?
"I'm cursed."
"I guess I've already grown up as an artist. I guess I'm happy my dreams come true."
The words of the inexcusable Beriessa.
The old Dwarf took it with a thin grin.
"Happy that dreams come true. … so are dreams that don't come true unhappy?"
"It's..."
I'm just kidding.
Was it an ill-intentioned question, he was rubbing clay again.
"... having dreams and believing is a privilege for those who have a future. The joy of believing in dreams and the sorrow of being betrayed is the future."
"That's deep. So people without a future are unhappy?
"Oh, this is... I've come, I didn't know you'd take your feet in your own words anymore. The lady will be wise."
"I didn't take your legs. It's unhappiness to have no future. I don't think this is a mistake."
"The words are past, that statement is somewhat of a thought. I beg you not to speak lightly outside."
"I guess so."
"Be nice to people, bye. The people your daughter meets are always fighting for something to live for. Be nice to your speech."
"Just because you're fighting doesn't mean you have a right to be nice. … but be careful what you say"
Thank you. Bye.
That's where the one-end conversation breaks off.
I listened to the conversation between the two of them and understood the crowd to an approximate extent.
Antoni, a slave who teaches kindly, and Beriessa, his husband, who hears it honestly. Two worldly views drifting from the ends of the word.
"Oh, you've talked boring in front of Master Toshiki. I'm sorry that you let the old man cry."
You noticed me observing like that, Antoni was putting a shudder over the words.
I just answered, "No, it's fine," pretending I didn't care about the wind again either.
I don't expect clay finishing to be an instant rehab.
In the end, this time, the aim was to determine the power of Antoni with the Art Skills Lv.6, and the protection of the Art God.
Lv.6, that number surprised me only to see Lv.5. And I saw the painting and I was convinced, that it wouldn't be strange if this were Lv.6.
The best skilled owners of that era will be roughly equivalent to LV.5. And Antoni must have been a great artist out of the group over the ages. In fact, his work seemed to overwhelm other artists.
With protection, reaching Lv.6, and combining the two, he said that his artistic sense was alive even though he was no longer able to recognize the form.
(A psychedelic painting with a bad taste, as elephant by God's taste. … is already far higher than a hundred artists even as it is. That's about as much as you don't need my guidance)
Honestly, I'm in trouble.
Earn experience in artistic skills from handicraft techniques through clay craftsmanship. And due to the protection of artistic skills, the clay finishing will probably also appear at an early stage, so the request shall be completed with it.
That was the plan, but I needed to rethink it.
It does not mean that the clay workmanship is not fragrant.
Rather, Antoni's clay workmanship was not bad.
It was impossible to create a shape, but objects like the one skewered the sphere into a tower with a mysterious twist are made. The twinkling of the curve that catches my eye is such that I really wonder if he can't recognize the shape.
However, still, Antoni's art is just that he is overwhelmingly better at painting.
The painting was elaborate to the point of horror.
The sense of color is pulling out the group.
That's why the painting is so outstanding that I wonder if there's any point in letting the clay work as it is. So many brushes that I still think God loves me.
(... more than I expected. Rather than unexpectedly, the painting is' paintable '....... was the recognition wrong)
That's what I thought was making painting completely impossible due to brain damage. So if I let him learn new 3D art, ○ would progress to one, I thought that would be enough.
Not really, he was a godlike artist with 90 abilities from the start. It is a question of challenging that ability, which was originally 100, with an approach that brings it back two to three, because we are now losing the perceived sense of 10 in the form that ordinary people are equipped with.
I mean, I could also say that it's a harder job than not being at that height myself.
(Then we should reopen it with that. Break it up. Always the problem begins with clarifying what can be improved and developed and what should be given up)
It's a difficult job, but what needs to be done is simple.
Improve what you can improve, that's all.
Experience with artistic skills, for example. By remembering a technique like Antoni has never used before, he can gain more experience in artistic skills.
In fact, thanks to the clay work done, I found that Antoni's experience of his artistic skills was only slightly improved. Probably getting more experience than painting normally, I think.
Besides, there are many other art genres that challenge him. All I could think of was ink paintings, calligraphy, etc. If recognizing shapes is becoming a big handful, then we can escape to the dye art that we thought was the worst means.
Get them to work on these new genres to earn skill experience in artistic skills, so that they can be approachable and aim to reach LV.7. Even if we don't get that far, if we get skill experience, I wonder if we can feel any improvement to the extent that we have no heart.
I have other appraisal skills.
I would not be better off if I could try oil painting too and discover painting techniques that this man Antoni does not yet have.
(... is this okay?)
Second, the endless question of whether this was okay remained in me. But it was also true that there was no other way.