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They  were  the  darlings  I’d  lovingly  trained  since  their  apprenticeships;  my

three beloved talents: Olive; Butterfly and Stork。

Discussing their talents; mastery and temperaments to the end of finding

the clue we were looking for inevitably led to a discussion of my own life as

well:

The Attributes of Olive

His  given  name  was  Velijan。  If  he  had  a  nickname  besides  the  one  I’d  given

him; I don’t know it; because I never saw him sign any of his work。 When he

was an apprentice; he’d e get me from my home on Tuesday mornings。 He

was very proud; and so if he ever lowered himself to sign his work; he’d want

this  signature  to  be  plain  and  recognizable;  he  wouldn’t  try  to  conceal  it

anywhere。  Allah  had  quite  generously  endowed  him  with  excess  ability。  He

could readily and easily do anything from gilding to ruling and his work was

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superb。 He was the workshop’s most brilliant creator of trees; animals and the

human  face。  Velijan’s  father;  who  brought  him  to  Istanbul  when  he  was;  I

believe;  ten  years  old;  was  trained  by  Siyavush;  the  famous  illustrator

specializing  in  faces  in  the  Persian  Shah’s  Tabriz  workshop。  He  hails  from  a

long line of masters whose genealogy goes back to the Mongols; and just like

the  elderly  masters  who  bore  a  Mongol…Chinese  influence  and  settled  in

Samarkand; Bukhara and Herat 150 years ago; he rendered moon…faced young

lovers  as  if  they  were  Chinese。  Neither  during  his  apprenticeship  nor  during

his time as a master was I able to lead this stubborn artist to other styles。 How

I  would’ve  liked  him  to  transcend  the  styles  and  models  of  the  Mongol;

Chinese and Herat masters billeted deep in his soul; or even for him to forget

about  them  entirely。  When  I  told  him  this;  he  replied  that  like  many

miniaturists  who’d  moved  from  workshop  to  workshop  and  country  to

country;  he’d  forgotten  these  old  styles;  if  he’d  ever  actually  learned  them。

Though the value of many miniaturists resides precisely in the splendid models

of form they’ve mitted to memory; had Velijan truly forgotten them; he’d

have bee an even greater illustrator。 Still; there were two benefits; of which

he wasn’t even aware; to harboring the teachings of his mentors in the depths

of  his  soul  like  a  pair  of  unconfessed  sins:  1。  For  such  a  gifted  miniaturist;

clinging  to  old  forms  inevitably  stirred  feelings  of  guilt  and  alienation  that

would  spur  his  talent  to  maturity。  2。  In  a  moment  of  difficulty;  he  could

always   recall   what   he   claimed   to   have   forgotten;   and   thus;   he   could

successfully plete any new subject; history or scene by recourse to one of

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