Very well, I cannot contain myself. The art that has been salvaged and kept here in Mount Weather is magnificent! It is perhaps a mere compliment to what keeps our bodies alive, but I feel as if the vivacious paint strokes in some of these works keeps our souls alive. Do we have any record of the artists? I lost myself for nearly an hour in the beautiful blues and greens of a painting of waterlilies. And there was another of someone screaming upon a bridge; it is as if the work slithered its way into my head and planted a seed of terror!
We did not have much in the way of artwork in Yharnam; most of our artists had other concerns than creating. But we had
architecture - dizzying spires and elegant gates. The day that they set fire to the historic cathedral in Old Yharnam I cried, and I had not cried for the people left behind. That must make me cruel, but it hit me very hard. It is difficult to explain; it felt like it was heralding the death of many generations rather than just one.
And home - Cainhurt Castle - it had art, and
artists still very vibrant and ambitious and lively. There was always the gift of immortality offered to the artists of worth. But somehow all of their work looked the same in the end. Too much red. It should be used solely as an accent, no?
Like these
lilies. The artist used pink and gold to signify light and shadow; it is ingenious.