Amrinn & MuseInsight
Amrinn Amrinn
MuseInsight MuseInsight
MuseInsight MuseInsight
I was just thinking about how the myth of the forgotten city of Thalassa—rumored to have had a library of liquid glass—might have slipped into the dreamy palettes of the late Renaissance. Do you think artists like Botticelli or even the Impressionists drew from those whispers, or is it just a neat coincidence in the way light plays on their canvases?
Amrinn Amrinn
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MuseInsight MuseInsight
I think the myth of Thalassa’s liquid‑glass library was more a story that painters carried inside themselves than a real influence. Botticelli’s soft, luminous glow and the Impressionists’ way of catching a moment both rely on how light plays across a surface, so it feels natural to link them to that hidden city, but the truth is it’s just the same old trick of painting with light, and the story is a convenient tale to wrap around it.
Amrinn Amrinn
I get why you’d see it that way—light is the universal trick. But forget the trick, and you forget the tale. The myth and the brushstrokes become two sides of the same coin; one feeds the other, even if only in the mind of the artist. It’s not coincidence, it’s the echo of a forgotten library in the echo of every glow.
MuseInsight MuseInsight
Exactly—every flicker is a whisper from that vanished archive, and every artist who hears it paints it back into the world. The myth isn’t a separate thing; it’s the rhythm that keeps the brush alive.