"Yes, let's draw."
Antoni had lost his word because I said it was too easy to be bluffy.
I'm staring at this one by stopping my clay wriggling hands.
I felt a little angry when I realized that my staring eyes were not focused on me, but I kept on saying the words.
"Yeah. If Mr. Antoni wants to draw, I think he should. No one holds it back in the first place. Everyone wants it."
"... I'm not talking about drawing if you want to."
"Then I'm drawing it," Antoni said in a small way, smelling her giving up somewhere.
I can't draw something I want to, I guess that's Antoni's agony right now. That's the conclusion I can draw by summing up what I've been talking about. My discretionary presumption, but it probably didn't seem like it was a big mistake.
I denied it.
"You can draw if you want."
"... I don't know what that means"
"Once I draw it, I fix it if I think it's different. Now and ever, it's a repeat of that. Even if you don't know the shape, you can do it."
"I'll fix it if I don't think so, right? You can tell it's not the same with this worthless head."
"I know. I am so sure.... Ninglo."
"Ning Ro?"
"We want to get your work out into the world right now. How about that?"
I want to let the world out.
When I told him that, Antoni was only upset for a moment. I was upset but soon regained my calm and returned the words as dismayed by the rejection.
"... I can't let the world out. As an artist, I can't be proud of that."
"Are you proud?"
I kept going after I separated a word.
"There, could you tell us more about it? In fact, Antoni has asked me to work again, and I hope we can talk about it."
"Are you familiar?"
"Yes."
"… please wait a moment"
When Antoni put it that way, he chose to be pompous and words, but not oh. He had chosen words again and again that it wasn't like this.
Its monologue is bitter as it speaks of unspeakable sentiments. I hear it. It contains in each of them Antoni's thoughts on the divided art.
There's no point in painting to yourself, when you can't see the shape anymore.
If you're going to paint, you really need to get into it. Without the act of carving your life, you won't be painting.
Painting means letting the subject sprout beauty. It is not appropriate in my own eyes that I have lost sight of beauty.
Fragmented words heard from the ends eventually stopped by one sigh.
They finally wrapped it up in Antoni.
"... Thank you for waiting. I wonder if you could listen to me."
"Yes."
"It's hard to tell, but it's not like this jizzy doesn't want to paint."
"Really?"
"It's just that if you're going to paint, it has to be something you've really typed in."
"Yes."
"That's the kind of act that you need to do to cut lives, to really breathe life as art into one of them. If you do, art can't tell people anything."
……
"This jizzy is a painting. Give me the end of the painting. I'm going to know how much you need to observe to paint."
……
"Pictures are creatures. Bye. It's a living creature that changes after trial and error to see where we can get things done and how we can use our hands to speak more vividly. It's very delicate, and that's the kind of thing you're going to miss."
……
"… with such a body, we know that such delicate tasks cannot be done."
"... Yes"
"I don't even know the shape. Wrong up and down Kanvas even. At the end of the quote, all the paintings you draw are unintelligible. … how could I make such a mistake?"
……
"So even if this jizzy wants to paint, he doesn't really want to imitate the fact that he's going to paint and show it to the world."
"... I see"
The monologue ended here once. But somehow but I felt there was more to it and I thought I'd take another step.
The psychograph told me that there was a good chance he was still hiding something.
So I decide to go on talking about getting closer to the core, ready to be a little insensitive listening.
"So what if I had eyes that could observe where it would be beautiful?"
"... if you have something like that, we'll talk about it."
"As I cross the border, I have only a few thoughts of those who are deep in art, and I can always use my hand. If it's such a fine task, I was wondering if I could be of some help."
……
I'm not lying. I have appraisal skills, so I can do such detailed work.
A little modification is made based on the aesthetic sense developed by the artistic skill, so that the appraisal skill is able to observe the numerical increase or decrease in value. That's not impossible to improve.
However, Antoni's reply was no.
Well, that doesn't make any sense.
"It's a stepped in question, what do you mean it doesn't make sense?
If it is difficult to improve the beauty of the work of art, can we help you with the improvement work? I was wondering if I could bring my art to the world. "
"... it's not. Obviously not."
"If not, I'll leave that detail to Mr. Antoni himself. I can help you with whatever you want, but I'm not saying I can't."
……
"If it's a technical aspect, I can help you with as much as you want. Therefore, I wonder if Mr Antoni's comment that it is technically impossible could be justified. … If there's any other reason, I'd like to ask."
"… it's not appropriate. I have to tell you the truth."
Antoni's face was slightly distorted.
"This jizzy loved to paint. Wow. How much I enjoyed touching beauty with my own hands. Even now I remember, I was so glad I was crying. … it doesn't make any sense anymore."
……
"You don't know the shape anymore. You don't know beauty is beautiful. I can't touch the beauty I'm drawing right now.... Lost the point of painting Wow"
"... because you don't feel beautiful, do you"
You're right.
"I see. I'm convinced."
Because I don't feel beautiful. The look on Antoni's face when he told it all told the story.
His serene expression changed most dramatically at this time. It was utter nothingness. There was a horrible look there, all hopes faded with the loss of something important.
And that's why I found hope in his psychographic movements.
He is going to draw. Be honest with that, too. I thought I'd be able to convince you in a little while.
"Mr. Antoni. … so why not try the art of feeling beautiful again"
"... what do you mean?
"Again, why don't you feel beautiful"
Breathtaking Antoni.
I only took one more step at him.
"I am sure. Your eyes are God's. The eyes of the world of colour are what impressionists, Forvist painters can't get no matter how much they want.
The world you see is the world of the most abstract colors. It's a special world no one has ever seen or is fit to see. Why don't you paint that beautiful world?