Once, in a village, there lived an old painter. He was very talented, and had perfected his art over many years by painting the landscapes and the animals and the people of the village where he lived. His skill had become so refined in those years that it had become positively supernatural. Where other painters used paint to create their pieces, the old painter would instead dip his brush into the very world itself and transfer it to the canvas. Clouds and trees, a single blade of grass, the texture of a dog’s fur and the twinkle in a man’s eye – he could take it precisely as it was and put it on the canvas. Eventually, he had painted everything his village could offer, and he travelled far and wide in search of new things to paint. He went to many new and strange places, painted exotic plants and animals, and met all manner of people whose portraits he put to canvas. His reputation was known throughout the land, and his success had made him very wealthy. But there came a day when he had painted everything the world had to offer, and so he returned back to his village to retire.
An Allegory of Selfhood
An Allegory of Selfhood
An Allegory of Selfhood
Once, in a village, there lived an old painter. He was very talented, and had perfected his art over many years by painting the landscapes and the animals and the people of the village where he lived. His skill had become so refined in those years that it had become positively supernatural. Where other painters used paint to create their pieces, the old painter would instead dip his brush into the very world itself and transfer it to the canvas. Clouds and trees, a single blade of grass, the texture of a dog’s fur and the twinkle in a man’s eye – he could take it precisely as it was and put it on the canvas. Eventually, he had painted everything his village could offer, and he travelled far and wide in search of new things to paint. He went to many new and strange places, painted exotic plants and animals, and met all manner of people whose portraits he put to canvas. His reputation was known throughout the land, and his success had made him very wealthy. But there came a day when he had painted everything the world had to offer, and so he returned back to his village to retire.