Chapter 1,163 On Painting
As for art, this person is a good painter and has mastered the art of drawing with a whiteboard. Then he took in a great artist who was suspected to be one of the three masters of the Renaissance in his hometown as his apprentice. Of course, he squeezed him hard... no, he trained him in his painting ability.
Anyway, in this place where the entertainment industry is poor, if you don’t want to study magic and programming languages all day long, drawing is the only way for someone to relax. There is no way, there is no Internet, no TV, and no industry of entertainment to death.
When I first came to Midland, because the most I came into contact with was the nobles of the southwest peninsula of Midland, the so-called wild land, their entertainment was only banquets, eating and drinking, and playing with women or men.
There are no paintings that have been handed down from generation to generation, only so-called portraits of some nobles. From someone's perspective, it's more tragic than a child's graffiti. As for the music, it was at best the drums used to accompany the juggling, and the bard's little tricks used to deceive children.
Someone once thought that the entertainment in Lost Land was just this level.
Only when he got closer to the traditional cultural development circle of Midi, that is, the central area of Midi continent, did someone realize that he was ignorant.
Although the proliferation of paintings is far less than before someone traveled through time, they were everywhere in the form of advertisements. However, Midi's paintings are no longer just for religious purposes, but have many more contents that the painter wants to paint, or the content that the patron wants the painter to paint, that is, the works are only for appreciation and expression. There are even erotic paintings...
The music is not just about banging bowls and tables and roaring. There are types of string and wind instruments that match each other, although they only serve the nobility or are used in religious ceremonies. And then a lot of bel canto singing with soaring high notes...
Speaking of which, they are two different worlds, but their approaches to the development of pictures and music are very similar.
In short, the paintings hanging on the walls of his home are not only painted by himself and Leonardo, but also graffiti by several apprentices and even Ezio's group of gangsters. In addition, there are also Fen's apprentices, the Marquis de Balan, who, as a noble, commissioned paintings to be painted by famous artists in Midland.
These paintings are placed on every wall of the home according to Fen's mood. Some will be fixed, while others will be replaced depending on mood. Anyway, the number of paintings collected in the home has accumulated to the point where one can pick and choose, so one can leave it to the hostess to arrange them. Arguing over how to decorate a house with a woman always feels like courting death.
And every time the blind maid of Yggdrasil, the world tree, comes to visit, she always likes to stand in front of these paintings and 'admire' them. Although Lin couldn't figure out what she could see. Someone who has always had this doubt finally wants to ask today. He first called from behind: "Miriam."
"Good day, Your Majesty the Magician." The blade maid turned sideways and said respectfully. It didn't look like he was shocked. Lin also knew that his whereabouts had long fallen on this man's attention. On the one hand, he himself didn't hide it deliberately.
"I've always wanted to ask you, can you see anything when you look like this? I don't mean anything in particular, it's just your eyes, you know. Or the cloth on your face, can help you see things ?”
"Sir, the cloth tied around my face is just to prevent my eyes from being hurt again. I can't rely on it to see the blue sky and white clouds in my memory."
"Oh, you could see things originally, but you couldn't see them later. Was it because you were sick? Or injured?" Lin asked.
"It was fate. At one point in my childhood, my vision became more and more blurry, until it was just black and I couldn't see anything. But I was given a different world."
"Well, you haven't tried to see a doctor?" someone asked without any confusion or common sense.
Regardless of the "arrangement of fate" and so on, "doctor" is not a separate profession in the current Lost Land. Often they work part-time in other professions and only serve nobles or powerful people.
If ordinary people get sick, they either take care of themselves or seek help from those nagging witch doctors. Of course, you can also go to the life priest of the Three Holy Lights Church. They can even resurrect the dead, and there is basically no disease that cannot be cured. But there are always some unbearable costs, such as a lot of money.
But it was obvious that the elf in front of him did not receive such treatment. In other words, no one, including herself, realized that her vision changes could actually be regarded as a disease and tried to treat it. Miriam just showed a sweet, unburdened smile and said: "Your Excellency, there is no need to show any regrets for me. Maybe this is all my destiny. I accepted it, and there is nothing wrong with it."
"So, you can see these paintings?" Lin asked.
Shaking her head slightly, Miriam said: "Sir, I cannot see the content of these creations. I am just feeling the emotions attached to them."
"The emotions attached to it?" Lin never expected to hear such an answer. It seems like some art critics who are cheating and drinking, irresponsibly pointing fingers and criticizing other people's works, but only use it when they are short of words. So someone asked skeptically, "Can you feel that? What does it feel like?"
"Sir, I'm sorry. I don't know how I should describe my feelings to you. But in every creation, as long as the author puts enough effort into it, strong emotions will be rendered in the work. This is true for general artifacts. You can’t feel it online. So I like coming here very much. You can feel a lot of special emotions here and it makes people feel very comfortable.”
"Oh, is there any one you particularly like?" Lin asked curiously.
"Yes." Miriam pointed to a painting not far away and said, "It makes me feel like standing in an autumn wheat field, being blown by the gentle breeze, which makes people feel relaxed and happy."
Although I really wanted to act stupid and think that the painting the golden elf was pointing to was the picture I drew of a cute mechanical girl with big breasts in a swimsuit. But in fact, Lin knew very well that what Miriam felt should be the picture of a peasant woman in a wheat field in autumn painted by Leonardo next to her. The composition draft of that picture is a "gleaning" in someone's memory, and it is one of the earth's handed down classics.
However, composition is composition, but Leonardo painted something different, with a different flavor. Lin did not ask him, as an apprentice, to completely reproduce the classic painting in his memory. There’s no point in doing that, and it’s not like art dealers are using fake products to deceive people. It was just a prank request as an excuse to hone a certain apprentice's painting skills.
But... if you put these two pictures together, someone's taste in Fen will be different.
Lin discussed some paintings with Miriam again, and it was very interesting to hear some very special thoughts from her. Because her perspective is not what ordinary people see, but a feeling that is closer to the essence.
Of course, someone who is centered on pragmatism does not chat about these interesting topics just to pick up girls. There is a branch of magic in the Lost Lands that Lin still doesn't understand how it works, and that is curses. In other words, a magical item born out of strong emotions. Isn’t this what Miriam sees as these paintings?
It's just enough chatting. If I don't get to the point, I guess this person will keep talking about it forever. In desperation, Lin asked: "Well, your Majesty, do you have anything to say?"
"His Majesty said, everything is ready and we can start the next step."