These two things look almost identical.
In terms of the result, perhaps there's not much difference.
But when it comes to the thoughts in one's heart the moment the brush is picked up, perhaps, they have entirely different meanings.
"What if you make a mistake? Such a good painting, if it goes wrong in your hands, as a painter, don't you find it a pity?" The old man didn't want to let this topic go; he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"I think I can paint it well."
"Well? You're so young but dare to say such a thing, that's quite a bold claim."
Elder Cao snorted, "I won't even mention the paint. The composition of this painting is extremely complex, with traces of various artistic styles blending together, from religious stories to mundane life, the nine-colored deer, emperors, the life of commoners, women combing their hair in the courtyard, street performances... Even if you've got the paint right, can you manage the brushwork in these places?"