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[betenoir]

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Now you have seen this painting, I would ask you to close your eyes. One cannot view an image this large with any level of detachment, and I dare say observing it in this form is a poor representation of viewing it in the flesh. But there is an insanity to the art that one better understands after witnessing the horror of loss. The emotions of which claw around your heart and refuse to relent.

For me this piece is both unbearable and necessary. Ultimately paintings are supposed to share the truth and I believe it does so. But what does it make you feel?

I likewise ask you to share your favourite works with me. The world is so vast I fear there will never be enough time for me to experience them all.

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[hauntedsnowfall]

I feel a great sorrow looking at this piece and every time I think I am done looking at it I find myself drawn back— I feel like I must keep looking and searching within it.

I see the battle fields I have fought on. The horror left in the wake of a Demonic Beast. My family.

I cannot say it is a beautiful work of art, but it lands a certain impact that hollows the soul.

[Instead of a painting Dimitri will send a photo of the insides of the church in Garreg Mach Monastery, a place that is from his homeland, but is here in Etraya somehow.]

[betenoir]

Why not consider the impact part of its beauty? Not all emotions embrace us with their warmth. But they always make us discern something in ourselves, even if such feelings are the result of our experiences leaving us bereft.

The place you share. It feels sacred.

[For reasons more than holy.]

[hauntedsnowfall]

While I do believe this artwork to be effective and powerful, I still cannot bring myself to call it beautiful. I know some can find beauty in violence and loss, but I have never been one of those people. There is no awe in monstrous acts and cruel realities for me. That is not to say I do not like this piece, quite the contrary. I do not think a piece of art's worth is measured in its beauty. I must admit, however, I am not well educated in the arts.

It was sacred place for many where I come from, but for me it was a place inside which I had come closest to feeling happy.

[It is strange walking its halls here in Etraya once more when the one from his world has been destroyed. The emptiness only adding to the compounding the feeling of loss.]

[betenoir]

Beauty is often mistaken for pure aesthetic. But it calls to us like a lantern in the dark. The inspiration beauty inspires within our minds, the pleasure, the satisfaction and the admiration. All are forms of beauty, no? I suppose one can best explain it as whatever one appreciates. Someone who has lost many can look upon this painting and feel a profound sense of joy because someone can connect with their grief, and so they cease feeling alone.

I would say that inspires a similar kind of feeling that keeps you feeling happy in such an important place.