both　the　workshop　and　the　Sultan。　Only　Butterfly’s

sensitivity　and　faith　in　his　own　palette　could　resist　the　Veian　artistry　that

duped the viewer by trying to depict reality itself rather than its

representation； in all its detail： pictures； shadows included； of cardinals；

bridges； rowboats； candlesticks； churches and stables； oxen and carriage

wheels；　as　if　all　of　them　were　of　the　same　importance　to　Allah。

“Was　there　ever　a　time　when　you　visited　him　unannounced　as　you　had　with

the　others？”

“Whosoever looks upon Butterfly’s work will quickly sense that he

understands the value of love as well as the meaning of heartfelt joy and

sorrow。　But　as　with　all　lovers　of　color；　he　gets　carried　away　with　his　emotions

and is fickle。 Because I was so enamored of his God…given and miraculous

talent；　of　his　sensitivity　to　color；　I　paid　close　attention　to　him　in　his　youth　and

know　everything　there　is　to　know　about　him。　Of　course；　in　such　situations；　the

other　miniaturists　quickly　bee　jealous　and　the　master…disciple　relationship

bees strained and damaged。 There were many moments of love during

which　Butterfly　did　not　fear　what　others　might　say。　Recently；　since　he　married

the　neighborhood　fruit　seller’s　pretty　daughter；　I’ve　neither　felt　the　desire　to

go　see　him；　nor　have　I　had　the　chance