Think about it.
The emperor wants to discuss art and painting techniques with you, and you bring out the paint, roll up your sleeves, and have the emperor smear his fingers all over, obviously far too ungraceful.
"Shengzi, you've pioneered a new visual effect."
Gu Weijing snapped out of his scattered thoughts, looking at the canvas, hesitant to claim it as his own, "Such a painting refinement is rare, you..."
"It's not so exaggerated, this is your technique, I just relied on intuition to smear a few fingers on it."
Koizumi Katsuko smiled gently, interrupting the other party.
"Often, art is like that, jumping out of the original confinement of thought, using a different perspective, it's easier to have a sudden insight. You didn't think of it just because you're the painter himself. If we swapped positions, you could think of it too," she said with pursed lips.
A flash of inspiration?
Gu Weijing smiled wryly.
