[ It certainly is; there is nothing more peaceful and gentle than the softness of the rolling waves, alongside the silence that accompanies it.
He Xuan, in the meanwhile, as he paints, well. He already knew the self portrait is going to look absolutely pitiful. Honestly, considering his lack of enthusiasm in this entire thing, people might think he would give minimal effort in something like this â particularly in an area he is decidedly not talented in. But, also, a long time ago, he was a rather very particular scholar, so while he's slow, he stares at spots blankly, registering the lack in skill.
...Well, the painting is done, let us get that right. There's the brown hair which looks like...something; a face that is more of a blob, spots of bright blue which are the eyes, and the darker colors which are the clothing. The background isn't white, though. He decided to add in waves (who does that...), which probably look the best, as in like a child painted them. Yet, he's satisfied. ]
Went about as well as you'd expect. [ Dryly and then as he glances over at Childe's: ] A mess. We could be a tie for worst paintings done in this foolish place.
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He Xuan, in the meanwhile, as he paints, well. He already knew the self portrait is going to look absolutely pitiful. Honestly, considering his lack of enthusiasm in this entire thing, people might think he would give minimal effort in something like this â particularly in an area he is decidedly not talented in. But, also, a long time ago, he was a rather very particular scholar, so while he's slow, he stares at spots blankly, registering the lack in skill.
...Well, the painting is done, let us get that right. There's the brown hair which looks like...something; a face that is more of a blob, spots of bright blue which are the eyes, and the darker colors which are the clothing. The background isn't white, though. He decided to add in waves (who does that...), which probably look the best, as in like a child painted them. Yet, he's satisfied. ]
Went about as well as you'd expect. [ Dryly and then as he glances over at Childe's: ] A mess. We could be a tie for worst paintings done in this foolish place.