M. C. A. Hogarth (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haikujaguar) wrote,@ 2007-04-29 21:12:00 |
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| Current mood: | painty |
| Entry tags: | art, meta-conversations |
In Which the Jaguar is Not a Calligrapher
I stare, forlorn, at the paper on my board. Behind me, the Calligrapher says nothing.
"Well," I say. "For all those who wonder, I can definitely say: I am not you."
"Your color choice is... peculiar."
(This is not a compliment from an Ai-Naidari.)
"I forgot that color usage is highly symbolic in your calligraphy," I say, and try not to wonder what purple, teal, gold, red-orange and white mean when combined. Probably the equivalent of stringing together random words and hoping they mean something.
"And it is... strangely asymmetrical."
"I'm not good with rulers," I say by way of apology. "This is more like... art for engineers. For meticulous people who are good with straight lines and ordered, proper spaces."
He nods. "You are perhaps better suited to the freehand style. But it is not a bad beginning, aunerai. You have potential."
I look over at his absolutely incredibly beautiful, ornate works. "You've been doing this all your life, right?"
"Of course."
"Good," I say. "I don't feel so bad." I look at it again. "It isn't horrid, is it. I mean, for the work of an alien."
He says, "The quiet of your spirit is in it. It was truly made."
That is a compliment from an Ai-Naidari... and a very, very significant one. I am content. So I can say, peacably: Enjoy the art.
Stardancer Home.
