Painting.

"I have never forgotten that stories are recollected not only through images, but through words as well." Ulug Bey responded that his own miniaturists knew those words and stories, but still couldn't order the pictures. "Because," said the old miniaturist. "they think quite well when it comes to painting, which is their skill or their art, but they don't comprehend that the old masters made these pictures out of the memories of Allah Himself." Ulug Bey asked how a child could know such things. "The child doesn't know," said the old miniaturist. "But I, an elderly and blind miniaturist, know that Allah created this worldly realm the way an intelligent seven-year-old boy would want to see it; what's more, Allah created this earthly realm so that, above all, it might be seen. Afterward, He provided us with words so we might share and discuss with one another what we've seen. We mistakenly assume that these stories arose out of words and that illustrations were painted in service of these stories. Quite the contrary, painting is the act of seeking out Allah's memories and seeing the world as He sees the world."

- Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red.