Hoshiko leans in to examine the whole little Phoenixy scene. "The carving here is quite fine, particularly on such a timeframe. Not so permanent a sculpture as stone, but it seems not all the sculptors were thwarted by the schedule."Soshi Eiji wrote: βThu Jan 23, 2025 4:50 pmEiji chuckled.
"Ah, excellent, Asahina-san, that will surely be the testimony that sees me exonerted before the magistrates, 'He said he wasn't going to burn it all down.'"
He pondred the nature of art as the pair walked through the festival.
"I do have stories able to fit most occassions, although that brings another point about the imperanence of art. Stories, as words on wind, or text on a scroll, are imperanent...but also eternal in a way. Asahina and Yasuki's artwork both leave a mark upon me, but I cannot recreate them. Even if tell someone what I saw, I simply lack the skill to capture every aspect of what makes them inspiring."
"Now stories, on the other hand......if Asahina-san liked my tale, she could easily retell it to any she cared to. And if she wanted to say the siblings were Daidoji instead of Crab, or that the curious noble was a Phoenix instead of a Scorpion or wanted to go deeper into the romantic elements of the story, none of these change the heart of the story."
He shook his head.
"Perhaps your upcoming picinic is influencing my thoughts, but I can't help but think that all art dies, but stories are, in a sense, reincarnated with each retelling."
She smiles. A rare, full grin. "Ah but Soshi-san that's true of all art. No art truly lives until someone sees, or listens, or whatever to it. Each person will see it a bit differently. So even a painting has a thousand lives, each one an interaction between the artist, and a viewer. Stories, in their malleability just make that all more visible."