Almighty painter

Chapter 109

"That's not what he said when he taught me back then. The old man didn't have a conscience for what he said."

Tang Ning is the youngest junior sister.

Since she was a child, she has been held in the hands of her teachers, brothers and sisters, and brokers of various galleries, and she is used to it.

Although he is in his forties, there is still a squeamishness in his character.

Among Mr. Cao's apprentices, only Tangning dared to talk to the teacher like that.

"My painting at the same age is much better than that of Gu Weijing. Don't you still urge me to concentrate?"

Tangning was not convinced.

A painter wants to speak with pictures,
As far as the level of Chinese painting is concerned, when she was eighteen or nine years old, she was already able to have her own small booth in the painting exhibition of her parents.

A master of traditional Chinese painting commented on her at that time in "Suhang Culture Daily"-"The brush, ink and color are magnificent and have everyone's testimonials."

This is not comparable to Gu Weijing's level today.

"Teaching students should teach students in accordance with their aptitude."

Mr. Cao Xuan is not angry at all.

"Xiao Ning was born in a wealthy calligraphy and painting family in the south of the Yangtze River. From the moment she picked up a paintbrush, she grew up being admired by outsiders, and she was overly arrogant. So I always ask you to calm down, rest assured, and concentrate."

He explained: "Gu Weijing was born in Southeast Asia, and his artistic environment was not as good as yours since he was a child. Painters from small places are most likely to lose their spirit. No matter what the painting is, this courage to take up the brush makes me respect him."

"I have seen his paintings, and he has made great progress during this time. Lin Tao, you have taught us well."

Cao Lao praised it.

"It's people who learn well by themselves. I have taught many people, but there are not many who can improve so quickly."

Lin Tao didn't take the credit.

"It's just teacher, if Gu Weijing can only paint this far, I think it's too early to try to combine styles of fine brushwork oil painting."

Lin Tao hesitated for a moment, and then put forward his own thoughts: "I think Junior Sister Tangning is right. We should wait eight or ten years."

"It doesn't matter, young people are not afraid of making mistakes. The style of Singapore Art Exhibition painting... is actually a very thoughtful plus item."

Cao Lao commented.

"But... this is exactly my concern. I think he will not be able to compare with Xiao Cui who also follows this style in the next few years. In many ways, maybe he should stop trying like this."

Lin Tao hesitated.

Although there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts.

But in the industry of painters, the market value is indeed divided into first and second, and the gap is huge.

The painting style with fewer people,

The more so.

If the value of the first Picasso in the eyes of collectors is 95 points, then the second Picasso is not [-] points, but [-] points, [-] points, even [-] points, or [-] points.

The old man Qi Baishi said to Mr. Xu Linlu, his closed-off son, the bible in the painting world-"Those who learn from me live, and those who resemble me die".

That's what it means.

An artist has an artist's benchmark.

The young painters of the new generation also have benchmarks among the young painters of the new generation.

Professor Lin Tao worried that he would not be able to compare with Wu Guanzhong, Zao Wou-ki and other established big artists on the road of fusion painting.

He was also worried that Gu Weijing would not be able to compare with Cui Xiaoming on the same path.

Artists can also rely on their decades of accumulation in art to engage in dislocation of styles to compete in the market.

Similar to Zao Wou-ki who is good at color, Wu Guanzhong is good at ink painting, Zhu Naizheng is good at calligraphy,
The "Tao" of painters is different.

As for young painters,

To tell the truth, based on their experience, they can draw the two styles clearly and blend them together forcibly.
Even young heroes.

As for the concept of art, it is too far away from young painters.

Since they are all the most basic oriental fine brushwork oil painting brush and ink fusion painting style,

From the same routine, it is difficult to present different styles on the final picture.

Zhuangshan is not terrible, whoever is ugly is embarrassed.

It's the same with painting.

It may be difficult to compare an ordinary Chinese painting with another oil painting of ordinary level, one, two, three, four.

But the same art track has a very intuitive comparison ability.

"It's not as good as it is. What are you worried about? Xiao Gu has the courage to challenge. Don't we elders have the tolerance to tolerate his failure?"

Cao Lao asked back.

"Teacher, I know that you may not like to hear these words, but you are the Taishan of Eastern Xia art in Asia. If your closed disciples are not as good as other people's children, there will always be gossip."

Professor Lin Tao reminded quietly.

Unknowingly,

He has already begun to seriously consider whether Gu Weijing might really become his junior junior.

Firstly, Gu Weijing's improvement during this period is indeed amazing.

Secondly, Professor Lin Tao also realized that using this painting method to participate in the Singapore Art Exhibition is indeed a very thoughtful bonus item.

After all, there is no standard for completely objective evaluation of art.

Even if the chances are still small, just in case the organizing committee sees it right, give it a small award such as "Excellent Creativity Award" or "New Style Award".
It's not entirely impossible.

For Gu Weijing, this is naturally what he wanted, and it is also the best result that can be expected.

Even Mr. Cao would not expect Gu Weijing to touch the main prize of the art exhibition.

That is the field where only famous old painters are qualified to compete.

Basically, the works that can win the main prize of this kind of international biennale can be sold in major galleries and can reach a price of around six figures.
The unit is of course US dollars.

Even if he can only win a small prize, it is not difficult to become a millionaire with nothing to worry about by relying on painting in this life.

But from the perspective of Cao Lao's closed disciples.

millionaire……

Sorry, you really are no fart.

What everyone cares more about is world-class influence.

What I care about is whether you can become an unavoidable mountain in the history of art in a hundred years.Can it succeed Cao Lao, or even replace the original pinnacle of Asian art, Yayoi Kusama, the female artist with the highest market price in human history, and become the leader of the new generation of Asian art.

Those vicious art critics don't care about Gu Weijing's family conditions and Cui Xiaoming's family conditions.

Cao Lao's closed disciples painted the same subject matter, which was inferior to other young painters.

It's really easy to say.

"Stinks of copper."

Mr. Cao Xuan was a little angry.

"You are a painter, not an art speculator. What other people say is none of your business! Look forward and backward, be timid, compare names, Billy, for fear that other people's paintings will be better than your own, and you will be afraid that others will sell more expensive than you. The tranquility in my heart is gone. Something that is not angry."

Lin Tao could feel the little old man's anger through the phone screen.

He smiled helplessly.

Painters are not sages, there are very few who can be as detached as the old man.

He knew these words before, and the teacher didn't like to hear them.

But Lin Tao is the oldest disciple of Mr. Cao. If he doesn't say these "hard words", who will say them?
"It's not entirely from a utilitarian point of view. Being suppressed by a painter of the same age is not good for Xiao Gu himself." He is still persuading Cao Lao to order Gu Weijing to give up this art style.

This reason is not entirely Professor Lin Tao's excuse.

Although Cui Xiaoming is nearly ten years older than Gu Weijing.

If it is a sport that changes rapidly, such as sports, there may be two generations.

In the field of slow-paced painting, it is still in the category of painters of the same age.

More than ten years of age means more than ten years of painting experience and ten years of art experience.

What young painters lack the most is experience.

When Gu Weijing met Cui Xiaoming, even if this kid was talented, which of the painters who might become famous was not talented?

In Lin Tao's view, it is very likely that he will be overwhelmed by the opponent for a very long time in the future.

Once, twice doesn't matter.

If this is the case for a long time, the heart will fade away.

A painter can no longer care about other people's gossip, but he has to believe in the paintbrush in his hand.

"If you are not as good as others, then learn, there is nothing shameful." Mr. Cao gave the final instructions for this discussion with a conclusive tone.

"It's a shame if you don't even have the courage to draw."

……

It's morning in Germany.

Mr. Cao Xuan put his mobile phone on the table and fell into deep thought.

"Old Cao, this is the speech I wrote. You can check it again. You will be the finale at the European International Art Annual Conference next month. After Sir Brown, the chairman of the "Oil Painting" art magazine, you will be the second Hugerhard Richter."

Assistant Lao Yang put a printed version of the first draft of the speech with specially enlarged fonts on the breakfast table in front of Cao Lao.

Before Mr. Cao dealt with the news from Shimen Qunli, they were discussing the European International Art Annual Conference to be opened in Munich in April.

This is a very important political and cultural annual meeting.

There will be many artists in attendance.

When making a report at an important foreign conference, the opening speech is usually a government official of the host, and the later the speaker, the more important the speaker.

The annual European International Art Conference,

The opening report will be attended by the Austrian Prime Minister in person, and among the cultural figures who appeared on the stage, Mr. Cao ranked second.

It surpassed the head of the old art magazine "Oil Painting" and was second only to Gerhard Richter.

Richter and Mr. Cao are almost the same generation, and they are regarded as the most expensive artist in the world. There have been some gossip rumors that a certain famous mustache liked Richter's works very much.

Considering Richter's age, the possibility that Mustache is a fan of Richter who was still young at that time is actually not very high, it should be the nonsense of lace art tabloids.

But the market price... the most expensive is hard to say, the top five are certain.

It can't compare to the Fed's money printing machine running like this, even if it loses, it is an honor.

"Old Cao? Do you want to rest for a while?"

After Lao Yang saw Cao Lao replying to the WeChat message, he was obviously a little distracted and reminded him aloud.

"Hmm... find me Cui Xuanyou's phone number."

Old Cao tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, and ordered.

"It's Da Cui, Teacher Cui Xuanyou?"

Lao Yang asked while looking for the number in the phone address book.

"Yes, it's him."

Elder Cao nodded.

As an artist who also lives in Germany, Lao Yang didn't have much trouble finding the other party's number, and he dialed the phone soon.

"Which one?"

A middle-aged man asked in German from the microphone.

"Is Mr. Cui Xuanyou right? I'm Cao Xuan."

Cao Lao said into the phone microphone.

The other end of the phone obviously paused for a moment, and then said with a bit of restraint in his tone: "It's Mr. Cao, nice to meet you, nice to meet you."

"It's like this. I have a kid here who is learning painting and wants to participate in this year's Singapore Art Biennale. I have the cheek to ask you to give some pointers on his works. I don't know if it's okay. You may be more professional than me in this regard."

Cao Lao asked politely.

"Want me? Oh...Of course, is he in Germany? I'll leave you the address of my studio." Cui Xuanyou was obviously confused.

But he immediately agreed without hesitation.

If Cao Lao is a world-class great artist who has jumped out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements.

Kassei Sakai, Lin Tao, Tang Ning and other painters can all be regarded as top-notch, with a high international reputation and a certain degree of popularity, but their main influence is still limited to one continent.

Then this means that Cui Xuanyou can only belong to the second-tier or so famous painters.

Probably the weaker category of artists represented by top galleries like Gagosian.

The world probably knows that there is such a person, and some collectors like his works, and fine works of art can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

That's it.

In the eyes of ordinary painters, this is of course a great painter floating in the sky.

But it's a bit far from Cao Lao's cafe.

"He's not in Germany. I'll send a picture of his painting to your mailbox. You can take a look."

If you don't know it, just go to school.

This is not just a word of mouth.

In the end, Mr. Cao decided to ask Cui Xuanyou, who can cultivate his son into the No. 1 fusion painting style of the younger generation.

Mr. Cao knows how to paint, but he mainly takes the direction of specializing in Chinese painting.

Many things like painting are experiential,

At least, Mr. Cao believes that his own experience is definitely not as good as that of Cui Xuanyou, who has a successful case and has already trained his son, in addition to the experience of teaching children to integrate Eastern and Western painting techniques.

People who have had similar experiences can save a lot of detours if they can take a little care.

At this time, Lao Yang had already sent the photos of Gu Weijing's paintings to his mailbox.

He understood what was going on, looked at Mr. Cao with a confused face, and opened his mouth to say something.

Cao Lao waved his hand.

Lao Yang could only sigh.

This phone call from Mr. Cao owes much more favor and meaning than the phrase "You are better than me" he said to Gu Weijing at the beginning.

Mr. Cao Xuan once asked me for advice, what a face, what a favor.

The art circle is the Vanity Fair,

It is said that a teacher is like a father.

How many teachers in the world are willing to do this for students who have not yet started?

Don't talk about the teacher,
For some artists who are less affectionate, your own father may not be ashamed to ask for help.

"Wait a minute, let me turn on the computer."

Cui Xuanyou was also obviously a little dizzy from the pie falling from the sky, and his tone revealed excitement.

"Wait, it's a fusion painting."

When he saw the files in the computer mailbox, he was obviously taken aback, and his tone immediately became vigilant.

"You said it was a young man, how old is he this year?"

"Gu Weijing, he should only be 17 years old this year." Elder Cao said softly.

"He wants to try the fusion painting style. I know your son Cui Xiaoming has done a good job in this aspect, so I would like to ask you to give me some pointers."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other side.

(End of this chapter)