Fair enough, another instance of a statement not translating well in type.
As a whole, yes an unpainted miniature is more than a canvas, but when you isolate the artists and their contributions, it's the blank slate they paint on, just the same as the blob of putty was to the sculptor, or the wall to an artist doing a mural. Assuming one only paints minis, no, they would not be able to do it without the sculptors effort, nor the brushes, but no one's taken up the defense of the arts of kolonok harvesting and brushmaking, in this thread yet.
As to compensation, a sculptor sometimes has the benefit of being constantly compensated for the sales success of their reproductions; I cannot ever mold and mass-produce my paint jobs, each one takes the time it takes, and is potentially unique even in the case of when I paint two identical models (the same sculpt reproduced). It's quite often an apples and oranges result. If a sculptor doesn't get what they feel the work was worth, it's not on me to feel guilty about what I get paid to paint it, though.
I see what you mean. I just don't think it's as simple as choosing him as the greatest of his particular medium, and then choosing him as better in his medium than the greatest artists of other mediums are at theirs.
you might call him the "most influential", if you felt that way, for example. That's something quantifiable. But art is subjective, and what's the bestest ever to one person could be trash to another, in spite of the art's influence on viewers.
póg mo thóin
If I tell you, "You're wrong," you'll need to click this.
Does anybody else find it odd, by the way, that the information age has led to language becoming an oblique and imprecise tool where even the most straightforward phrasing is pored over with chicken entrails and bone tossing to divine the true meaning?
Give a man fire, and you keep him warm for a night.
Set a man on fire, and you keep him warm for the rest of his life.
Reaper hires Freelance. The work is bought outright and they pay well for each miniature.
póg mo thóin
If I tell you, "You're wrong," you'll need to click this.
Does anybody else find it odd, by the way, that the information age has led to language becoming an oblique and imprecise tool where even the most straightforward phrasing is pored over with chicken entrails and bone tossing to divine the true meaning?