Renaissance
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Wish I could've been there to see your face when you woke up. Hah! Bet you thought you had been shanghaied by the Jin like in all those books you like to read. Nothing so outlandish.
No, you are going south. South to the Emerald Seas. It'll be a long trip, and you'll spend even longer there, but I am sure it'll be worth it for you in the end.
Oh, I'm sure you'll moan at first but there is something you've got to understand.
I am old and times are a changin. You deserve a better master to teach you than a bucket of bilge water like me.
To that end I've reached out to some acquaintances. You will be joining the workshop of Meng Yihan. He was impressed with the samples I sent him and has agreed to teach you. Work hard and you'll shine.
Xuan Gan
***
As the carriage slowed down Lang Hai slid the letter into one of his pockets, right next to his letter of introduction, and collected his supplies. His master hadn't been joking when he said the trip would take a while. At least it had provided ample time to practice his landscapes and cityscapes.
The one he was quite proud of was the quiet little village that straddled the river and the swamps where he had disembarked and gotten a carriage. There was a quiet surrealism in the picture from the mist that danced about on the river's edge and the soft glow of lanterns that shone through windows.
Still it wouldn't do if he appeared less than presentable to his new home. First impressions counted for a lot. One by one he placed his brushes and small canvases back into his storage ring, a gift from Master Xuan, making sure that nothing got jostled too badly.
"Young master," the voice of the carriage driver said, cutting through whatever formations kept the inside quiet, "you have someone waiting for you."
"Thank you for letting me know." Lang Hai replied. "I'll be ready shortly."
"We still have a couple minutes, the city is quite busy right now."
Over the next several minutes the carriage slowed down, eventually rolling to a stop. As Lang Hai stepped out of the carriage he saw his welcome.
The young man waiting next to the stables had a handsome face and was short and thin, looking like a river reed, even his hair was a dirty blond that reminded Lang Hai of dried reeds. The colors on the man's apron were much more interesting however with splashes of bright reds and yellows covering most of it and deep greens sprinkled throughout.
Perhaps Lang Hai hadn't needed to clean up so well.
"Are you Lang Hai?!" The young man said, his voice carrying over the sound of horses and carriages rolling about the stables.
"I am." Lang Hai said. "And you…?"
"Deng Zhen, at your service." The other man said with a bow that Lang Hai copied. "Greeter from Meng Yihan's workshop. We are quite excited to have you with us. Your work, the one with the waves and cliffs especially, was extremely well received and everyone is excited to meet you."
Lang Hai felt some heat try to crawl up his neck before he pushed those feelings down. Praise was something he had a weakness against but this was a future coworker. Professionalism was going to be key. This was work, not play.
Though perhaps later Lang Hai would ask the man to model some poses or movements for him. Purely for academic purposes of course.
"I'm glad that my humble works have been enjoyed." Lang Hai said as he fell beside Deng Zhen and the two of them started walking towards the city. "I am also looking forward to seeing some of the pieces from the workshop, I'll admit to knowing only the standouts of Meng Yihan's work and even then only through jade recordings."
"Oh for sure." Deng Zhen said as they stepped onto a cobblestone path leading into the city. "It's tough even for us to get to see actual works from outside of the province too. We'll get you set up, you've got a really nice view from your rooms by the way, and then show you around the workshop before the big performance tonight."
"The workshop hosts performances?"
"Hmm?" Deng Zhen said. "Oh, no. The performance is being held at the temple. It's a big warding festival, meant to keep the winter from being too harsh. It's a pretty big deal and while attendance isn't mandatory it's considered ill luck for the winter if you don't attend."
They talked a while longer while they worked their way through the city gates about the differences in seasons between the Savage Seas and the Emerald Seas. Hearing about how cold and dangerous the winters this far south made Lang Hai very glad he had made it to the city in time for the warding festival.
Soon enough the two of them were in the city proper and conversation turned towards different things. Though before Lang Hai could really grill Deng Zhen about where the libraries in the city were, a new voice broke through their conversation.
"Deng Zhen, Deng Zhen have you seen this yet!"
Both of them looked towards the voice. A taller almost brutish man was pushing his way through the crowds. He looked perhaps a touch older than Deng Zhen and his pitch black hair fell to his shoulders. He wore heavy dark green clothes that looked woven in a purposefully rough style and had several different splatters of color on the sleeves. In his hand he held a piece of jade that was already emitting light, ready to show the picture stored within.
"Seen what He Chao? I was only in the workshop for a couple hours this morning, I must have missed it."
"This!" He Chao proclaimed as the jade in his hands gleamed even brighter. "Look at what those bastards at Peng Zexian's did!"
An image of a painting flashed into existence between the three of them and Lang Hai nodded. It was a very good painting.
A lord sat upon his throne in court with his courtiers below, each waiting their turn to stand before the lord. The colors, even dulled and distorted through the projection, were clearly rich and varied. Yet the strongest aspect of the piece was its clear composition. The forms and bodies of the courtiers created an equilateral triangle anchoring the piece and shifting the gaze of the viewer to the lord on his throne. Specifically to a point in the middle of the forehead just above the lord's eyes. The seat of sovereignty.
"It is quite an excellent picture." Lang Hai said as he scanned the rest of the picture. Just as he suspected everything else in the painting was placed in clear relation to the lord and his sovereignty. "A masterful example of well planned composition."
"I'm sorry," He Chao said as he looked up from glaring at the picture and seemed to see Lang Hai for the first time, "but who are you?"
Before Lang Hai could shoot back Deng Zhen interjected. "Come now, He Chao. This is Lang Hai, a fellow student newly arrived from the Savage Seas."
Lang Hai could feel the twisting of qi that allowed Deng Zhen to speak before he could. Interesting. Some kind of learned social skill? Why would a painter need something like that?
"Oh, him." He Chao said before turning back to look at Lang Hai. "Your works were passingly good, though your colors were quite drab."
Lang Hai instantly decided he liked Deng Zhen more than He Chao. He sniffed before changing the subject back to the picture in front of them. "I fail to see why this painting is such the problem you are portraying it as."
"It is less the painting and more of the workshop that produced it." Deng Zhen said carefully, as if he was tiptoeing around a sensitive subject. "Meng Yihan and Peng Zexian are officially cordial towards each other. However we have somewhat of a rivalry going on with Peng Zexian's workshop."
As he nodded along to the explanation Lang Hai started to see the problem. It was one of honor and pride. "So now we need to create something that matches or exceeds their work." He said thoughtfully.
"And fast." He Chao said sullenly. "The longer it takes us to match this the more they will mock us and the further ahead they will get on their next project. Even planning out such a piece will take ages."
"What if we attacked the weaknesses of the painting instead? Force them to respond to us?" Lang Hai said as he studied the floating image more closely. Already an idea for a painting was spinning into creation inside his mind.
"Something on your mind?" Deng Zhen asked as he too peered closer at the painting.
"Yes, I've seen statues more lifelike than the people in this painting. No one is doing anything, there is no energy."
"Of course not." He Chao said. "Using shen to animate a painting would be paramount to declaring a loss. What a ridiculous idea to ask our seniors to step into a competition like this."
"There is a difference between the energy of a painting and animating the painting." Deng Zhen said stiffly. "It's all about cause and effect, look at this." He pulled out one of his paintings from his storage ring. One he had created during his trip here, the one of the village and mist.
"Oh, I haven't seen this one before." Deng Zhen said as he switched from staring at the projected image to the painting held in Lang Hai's hands.
"I created it on the trip here." Lang Hai said. "But that's not the point, look at the mist, you can guess where it was before I started painting it and where it will go next. It has motion and energy behind it, even though it is a still image."
"Just like your painting of the waves and cliffs." Deng Zhen muttered.
"Exactly." Lang Hai said, pleased that his new friend had cottoned on so quickly. "I frequently study motion and energy in an attempt to add the vigor of life to my still paintings."
"What is your proposal?" He Chao said surly, clearly seeing that he was outnumbered in this conversation.
"A hunting party." Lang Hai said confidently. "Show a lord and his retinue striking down a deer or lion. I understand that hunting is very traditional activity here in the Emerald Seas, it is something that will resonate with many prospective buyers and can easily show movement and energy."
"That is… not a bad idea." He Chao said even though it sounded like it physically pained him to say it.
"Wasn't Qiu Li working on some animal sketches?" Deng Zhen said, looking up from the paintings.
"He was." He Chao said. "It will at least give us a place to start." He looked around. "Deng Zhen since you still need to take our newest member to meet the master. I'll go and round up some of the others to see if this idea is a viable place to start."
"That sounds excellent." Deng Zhen said quickly.
Once He Chao was out of earshot Lang Hai spoke up. "He seems like an unpleasant person."
Deng Zhen sighed and motioned for Lang Hai to walk a bit quicker as they worked their way through the city streets. "I won't say you are wrong, but He Chao is under a lot of pressure. He's hit a snarl in his cultivation and is trying to gain more personal attention from Master Meng Yihan by taking a leadership role in this rivalry."
"Is it something I should be concerned about?" Lang Hai asked as he ducked under an awning.
"He's not going to be your friend." Deng Zhen said with a shrug. "But it won't go beyond that."
***
The workshop was nestled at the edge of the mortal and cultivation districts. It was larger than Lang Hai was expecting, the two story building took up almost an entire block. Even as he stood outside he could feel the qi of the building, qi of dreams, wood, stone, paint, and creativity. There was so much qi here that it almost felt like the building was a bubble ready to pop.
"Come on in!" Deng Zhen said as he opened a side door with a simple press of his hands to the wood.
Once Lang Hai stepped inside he could hear the noise of creation. Hammers and saws echoed from one of the backrooms and above him he could hear the work of chisels on stone. He could even make out the sound of brushes on canvas from many of the smaller rooms that he walked past.
"I didn't realize the workshop was so large." Lang Hai admitted as Deng Zhen ushered him up a flight of stairs.
"Master Meng Yihan is a painter first and foremost." Deng Zhen said as he followed behind. "But he also sees value in all acts of creation. There are just as many sculptors and architects working under him as there are painters. Cooperation creates new ideas," Deng Zhen continued as they worked their way through the upper rooms, "that's one Master Meng Yihan's favorite sayings, so don't be surprised if he asks you to help with a sculpture or something."
"I'm afraid I have little experience with that." Lang Hai said.
"No one does when they start!" Deng Zhen said. "Now let me introduce you to Master Meng Yihan, he should be right over…"
All of a sudden Deng Zhen fell silent and bowed his head and Lang Hai followed suit. As they had turned the corner the two of them saw two other figures conversing. One was a short and stout man, shorter than Deng Zhen, with a white beard and shocks of white hair while the other was a woman of dusky skin that almost towered over the man.
It didn't sound like they were talking about much at all, just some idle conversation about decent tea shops in the city, but these two were assuredly higher realm cultivators. To Lang Hai the man felt like the first sunrise of the new year, that singular moment of profound change and possibilities. The woman on the other hand felt like a cold mist making him want the hearth.
Then the conversation was over. The woman nodded once and walked away, faint music trailing in her wake and the man clapped his hands, dragging Lang Hai's attention towards him.
"Lang Hai correct? I am Meng Yihan." The man said as he walked over to where the two of them were standing. "I hold Xuan Gan in high regard and am more than glad to host and guide you in your practice."
"I am honored." Lang Hai said.
"Normally I would give you a personalized lesson as soon as you got settled," Meng Yihan continued, "unfortunately we may have to wait a bit longer on that. I've just received a commission that will require a large amount of my attention for a time, but I do believe you will have something to occupy yourself with, right Deng Zhen?"
"Yes, Master Meng Yihan." Deng Zhen said quickly. "We have already started collaborating on a painting."
"Excellent!" Meng Yihan said. "Now I will have to ask for your help a while longer, Deng Zhen, please go and show our new member to his quarters. After that you both will be free for the evening."
"Of course, Master." Deng Zhen said.
"Who was Master Meng Yihan talking to?" Lang Hai asked once Meng Yihan had left their sight.
"That was Lady Ling." Deng Zhen said with a bit of awe in his voice. "Left hand of the heir to the province."
As Lang Hai was walking around his new bedroom and listening with half an ear about how amazing Lady Ling was he began to think that perhaps his Master had been wrong. This new phase of his life might be just as outlandish as all those adventure stories he had read.
***
AN.
@yrsillar
So this piece is based around the idea I've had for a Weilu renaissance which I believe, if everything goes well, is imminent.
To have a renaissance several things need to happen. The first and most important is you need money, not just some money, but a lot of people getting a lot of money. Enough money that they can start dumping money on artists for a simple lack of better things to do with that money. With trade opening up with the Southlands there is a high possibility of extreme amounts of money flowing into the Emerald Seas.
Second, you need a guiding force. Someone or a group directing the focus of the artists. And would you look at that, that's basically who we are trying to become.
What would make a Weilu Renaissance interesting is the conflict it would have with mainstream Peaks culture. IRL this would just result in criticisms and maybe some extra effort from other artists, but Imperial culture is heavily influenced by dragons, and dragons can't let a challenge go unanswered. They must prove their superiority.
My guess is that we are going to trigger two renaissances. One for the Weilu and one for the Peaks as they try to prove their superiority. A very exciting time for artists.