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in Shiraz; many illustrators would eat walnuts mashed with rose petals on an

empty stomach in the mornings。 Again; in the same era; the elder miniaturists

of  Isfahan  who  believed  sunlight  was  responsible  for  the  blindness  to  which

they  succumbed  one  by  one;  as  if  to  the  plague;  would  work  in  a  half…dark

corner of the room; and most often by candlelight; to prevent direct sunlight

from  striking  their  worktables。  At  day’s  end;  in  the  workshops  of  the  Uzbek

artists  of  Bukhara;  master  miniaturists  would  wash  their  eyes  with  water

blessed  by  sheikhs。  But  of  all  of  these  precautions;  the  purest  approach  to

blindness was discovered in Herat by the miniaturist Seyyit Mirek; mentor to

the  great  master  Bihzad。  According  to  master  miniaturist  Mirek;  blindness

wasn’t a scourge; but rather the crowning reward bestowed by Allah upon the

illuminator who had devoted an entire life to His glories; for illustrating was

the miniaturist’s search for Allah’s vision of the earthly realm; and this unique

perspective  could  only  be  attained  through  recollection  after  blindness

descended; only after a lifetime of hard work and only after the miniaturist’s

eyes tired and he had expended himself。 Thus; Allah’s vision of His world only

bees  manifest  through  the  memory  of  blind  miniaturists。  When  this

image es to the aging miniaturist; that is; when he sees the world as Allah

sees it through the darkness of memory and blindness; the illustrator will have

spent his lifetime training his hand so it might transfer this splendid revelation

to the page。 According to the historian Mirza Muhammet Haydar Duglat; who

wrote  extensively  about  the  legends  of  Herat  miniaturists;  the  master  Seyyit

Mirek;  in  his  explication  of  the  aforementioned  notion  of  painting;  used  the

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example of the illustrator who wanted to draw a horse。 He reasoned that even

the most untalented painter—one whose head is empty like those of today’s

Veian painters—who draws the picture of a horse while looking at a horse

will still make the image from memory; because; you see; it is impossible; at

one and the same time; to look at the horse and at the page upon which the

horse’s image appears。 First; the illustrator looks at the horse; then he quickly

transfers whatever rests in his mind to the page。 In the interim; even if only a

wink in time; what the artist represents on the page is not the horse he sees;

but the memory of the horse he has just seen。 Proof that for even the most

miserable  illustrator;  a  picture  is  possible  only  through  memory。  The  logical

extension of this concept; which regards the active worklife of a miniaturist as

but preparation for both the resulting bliss of blindness and blind memory; is

that the masters of Herat regarded the illustrations they made for bibliophile

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