The painter is somebody whose idea of reality borders on the Surreal. His Venus--- his life, his dreams, his passion all snowballed into one--somehow reminds you of the mythical Narcissus who was mermerised by his own image to the point where it drove him to death. Here the painter, the Creator is in love with his creation. Very much like Narcissus, he is in love with an extension of himself-- his spiritual self.
And now he is projecting that extension onto Anandi. He does not seem to realise the difference between a figment of imagination/ideals and a flesh-and-blood character.
How would he be disillusioned? And will he lose a large part of his incentive to live if he's deprived of the fantasy of Venus that is his sole emotional support?
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Edited by krystal_watz - 11 years ago