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ground？”　I　said　apologetically。

“As Jemalettin of Kazvin wrote in his The Illustration of Horses； one can

properly plete a picture of a horse beginning from its hoof only if he

carries　the　entire　horse　in　his　memory。　Obviously；　to　render　a　horse　through

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excessive thought and recollection； or even more ridiculous； by repeatedly

looking　at　a　real　horse；　one　would　have　to　move　from　head　to　neck　and　then

neck　to　body。　I　hear　there　are　certain　Veian　illustrators　who　are　happy　to

sell　tailors　and　butchers　such　pictures　of　your　average　street　packhorse　drawn

indecisively　by　trial　and　error。　Such　an　illustration　has　nothing　whatsoever　to

do　with　the　meaning　of　the　world　or　with　the　beauty　of　God’s　creation。　But

I’m convinced that even mediocre artists must know a genuine illustration

isn’t drawn according to what the eye sees at any particular moment； but

according　to　what　the　hand　remembers　and　is　accustomed　to。　The　painter　is

always　alone　before　the　page。　Solely　for　this　reason　he’s　always　dependent　on

memory。 Now； there’s nothing left for us to do but use the ”courtesan

method‘　to　uncover　the　hidden　signature　borne　by　our　horse；　which　has　been

drawn from memory through the quick and skillful movement of the hand。

Take　a　careful　look　here。“

He was ever so slowly moving the magnifying lens over the spectacular

horse　as　if　he　were　trying　to　discover　the　location　of　a　treasure　on　an　old　map

meticulously　rendered　on　calfskin。

“Yes；”　I　said；　like　a　disciple　overe　by　the　pressure　to　make　a　quick　and

brilliant discovery that