Chapter 103
Chapter 103 – It’s not about the appearance
Translated by Sunyancai
Shao Xuan spent the whole morning drawing that complete circle, and he was exhausted. If in the past, he would never believe something like that would ever happen. However, now he experienced it himself. It could be so exhausting doing a painting, especially the spirit.
When coming out of the stone house, Shao Xuan looked around and felt that all the houses in his sight were spinning around.
He kept staring at the sky for some time, and finally the dizziness wore off. He only picked up the stone box that the Shaman gave him after he could finally stand steady on his feet. Shao Xuan headed to the medicine house to help Gui Ze process those herbs and plants.
Shao Xuan did not know what the Shaman had told Gui Ze, but when he taught her about the ways to process plants, she did not question it, and kept learning earnestly to better her ways in processing the herbs.
Compared with drawing a Shaman Volume, processing medicinal plants was so much easier. When the sun came down and he stepped out of the medicine house to head back home, he was not that tired at all.
Inside the stone box given by the Shaman, there were two animal skin rolls, some special Shaman pigments, and a brush pen. The Shaman did not have all day to teach Shao Xuan, so he had to practice by himself for most of the time.
The one on the desk should be made by the Shaman, copying something passed down by his predecessors. Since the Shaman left it in here, he obviously did not intend to hide it from Shao Xuan.
Shao Xuan spent some time reading the Shaman’s animal skin roll. Although it was not clear, he was positive that the scene drawn on the animal skin was not happening in the tribe. The place in the painting was more like somewhere on a flatland. There were vast farmlands with fertile soil. Some things were planted in the ground, and some people were busy caring for those plants in the fields.
It was a shame that nowadays, the tribe was located in somewhere not suitable for farming. Also, people in the tribe had no intentions of doing any kinds of similar activities. It was enough for them to find some edible plants in the training grounds and nearby mountains.
The Shaman probably would never personally see the scene described in that animal skin roll…Perhaps he wanted Shao Xuan to experience the same dream for the tribe, so he left this animal skin roll in here. Indeed, for every person in the tribe, seeing something like that would be totally breathtaking.
However, even the Shaman was not aware of Shao Xuan’s unique background.
Putting the animal skin roll aside, Shao Xuan continued on his own practice. Now, he was not copying the Shaman’s work. Instead, he was making his own drawing.
The thing he wanted to draw now was something he saw in the grassland. After pondering for some time, and then a hard time finishing the picture, Shao Xuan looked at the stroke he made. If you looked at the symbolic stroke alone, you would hardly connect it with the plants on the grass land, for the stroke was like a curvy earthworm.
However, it was not about the appearance. The important thing was whether one could portray the picture in one’s mind.
For Shao Xuan, he already succeeded in doing that.
A classmate majoring in archaeology from Shao Xuan’s former life once said, “Prehistoric art is the existence of prehistoric ideology, rather than the existence of aesthetic sense or the existence of aesthetic ideology.”
Back then, Shao Xuan did not understand what he was saying. But now, he understood.
The creator of the Shaman Volumes all lived in his current era. They were only using the method of art to preserve their thoughts and knowledge, with the help of the power of inheritance. That’s all, and it had nothing to do with the appearance.
Thinking about that, Shao Xuan felt calmer.
Looking at the picture he made moments ago, Shao Xuan thought: If this thing were shown to the archaeologists in his previous life, they would never have guessed what these messy strokes described.