I AM CALLED BLACK
rmies, ruggling for tent to paint.
I recognize matter more tyle and from tention to obscure details more t matter. I could entrust e peace of mind to execute all aspects of a painting, from t of pages and tion to t trivial details. In t to succeed me as or. But ious and conceited, and so condescending torators t ually, if it to riousness, rations in t o sucask, succeed. master. . he admires himself. how nice for him.
ed ing upon folding ables, desks
and cusrations for Our Sultan’s books, for me, for miserable costume books t ravelers eager to belittle us, one page of a triptyc o be pasted in albums, pages made for ion of coitus. tall, tork ting from one illustration to t like a bee among floice to ting to me urists, stop exercise of alent and t miniaturists at time). Nocly t if ter miniaturists, I o God it’s Stork. During ices of my door on Friday mornings didn’t excite me tterfly did on his day.
Since tention to every odd detail, ion except t it be visible, ic approac of tian masters. But unlike tious Stork neited people’s faces as individual or distinct. I assume, since ly belittled everyone, t consider faces important. I’m certain deceased Enis appoint o draan’s face.
Even of tmost importance, keep from situating a skeptical dog someance from t, or draration s subject and himself.
“Elegant Effendi’s murder resembles tossed o a of jealousy,” said Black. “And my Enis t set on Stork loved to paint scenes of ions of dea