No, that's not right.
Professor Boggs is confident that his technique is not inferior to any painter, living or dead, who ever wielded a painting knife.
Where exactly did it go wrong?
His gaze is fixed on the painting before him.
Compared to Lady Anya, he received much more information.
In Professor Boggs' mind, he can clearly reconstruct the color changes of each paint stroke on the screen.
He can even imagine the gentle feel when the painting knife pushes the paint onto the canvas, the paint seeping into the deep plant fibers.
Every stroke, every push, effortlessly expressive, just right.
This sensation doesn't scare Professor Boggs; it only excites him.
No matter how beautiful Detective Cat's works are, no matter how advanced the technique.
Boggs can do it too.
Not to mention, when viewed through a magnifying glass, his own collection of paintings also reaches a similar level of flawlessness.
Color, composition?
