the　painting

to　do　further　harm；　for　the　sake　of　having　a　memento；　or　even　for　no　reason　at

all。　Olive　is；　after　all；　a　great　illustrator　who’d　naturally　have　a　lot　of　respect　for

a　beautiful　painting。”

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“We’ve already discussed in what ways Olive is a great illustrator；” I said；

growing　angry。　“But　none　of　Enishte’s　illustrations　is　beautiful。”

“We　haven’t　yet　seen　the　last　painting；”　Black　said　boldly。

The　Attributes　of　Butterfly

He　is　known　as　Hasan　Chelebi　from　the　Gunpowder　Factory　district；　but　to　me

he’s　always　been　“Butterfly。”　This　nickname　always　reminds　me　of　the　beauty

of his boyhood and youth： He was so handsome that those who saw him

didn’t believe their eyes and wanted a second look。 I’ve always been

astonished　by　the　miracle　of　his　being　as　talented　as　he　is　handsome。　He’s　a

master of color and this is his greatest strength； he painted passionately；

reeling　with　the　pleasure　of　applying　color。　But　I　cautioned　Black　that　Butterfly

was　flighty；　aimless　and　indecisive。　Anxious　to　be　just；　I　added：　He’s　a　genuine

miniaturist who paints from the heart。 If the arts of ornamentation are not

meant　to　cater　to　intelligence；　to　speak　to　the　animal　within　us；　or　to　bolster

the　pride　of　the　Sultan；　that　is；　if　this　art　is　meant　to　be　only　a　festival　for　the

eyes；　then　Butterfly　is　indeed　a　true　miniaturist。　He　makes　wide；　easy；　blithe

curves；　as　if　he’d　taken　lessons　from　the　masters　of　Kazvin　forty　years　ago；　he

confidently applies his bright； pure colors； and there’s always a gentle

circularity　hidden　in　the　arrangement　of　his　painting