Almighty painter

Chapter 147
Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona's "Self-Portrait" and shook her head secretly.

In her opinion,

This little girl is really not suitable for studying painting. She can study fashion design, print advertising, architectural art, or simply take ordinary cultural courses.

It is more promising than learning to paint.

The most fair thing about cultural courses such as mathematics, physics, and chemistry is that as long as a student works hard, he can get good grades.

Reading is one of the few good things in life that can be met in life, where the pay and reward are almost always positively correlated.

However, painting is not enough.

It's not that Mona isn't smart, or that she doesn't work hard enough...she just lacks the natural aura of her daughter Katsuko Sakai, as evidenced by this "Self-Portrait".

A good painter can easily distinguish the primary and secondary of the picture.

"Unless the painting is dedicated to a king, knight, priest, etc., whose identity is very important, the portrait will always be the most important part of the picture. Miss Sandenou, I can bear the deformity of your portrait, the empty eyes, the lack of face. Feelings... I can understand these as problems with your abilities."

"But the most unacceptable thing about your painting is that you obviously spent more energy on the clothes than the characters. The theme is not clear, and the guest takes the place. It's not just a problem of ability, the art ideas are all wrong, The harder you try, the worse the picture will be."

Mrs. Sakai shook her head helplessly.

This is a question of talent, the cruelest side of art.

It is not impossible for children to make such mistakes when they draw without guidance.

But I have written the comment of "putting the cart before the horse" in the portfolio, and this girl is still at a loss.

It shows that she really doesn't have the talent to eat this bowl of rice.

"Professor, but this is a graduate student of the Royal Academy of Art, pointing out my line draft." Mona frowned tightly, "He once said that this painting is fine."

"So?" Mrs. Sakai asked with a shrug.

The Royal Academy of Art, the top [-] art schools in the world.

It sounds like a bluff, but in the eyes of Mrs. Sakai's level, it is still just a child's play.

There are hundreds of thousands of artists admitted to prestigious schools, but how many of them will become artists in the end?

"Obviously, he is also a mediocre person with no artistic talent, who misleads his children." Mrs. Sakai said lightly.

Mrs. Sakai has always used the standard of whether she can become an artist to judge whether she has talent or not.

The vast majority of ordinary art practitioners and even some middle-end painters, because the level is not high enough, it is far from the time to strive for talent.

It is not difficult for an ordinary person with poor talent to become an ordinary painter with a small bourgeoisie or enter a famous art academy with more efforts.

But if the goal is only set here, it is not worth Mrs. Sakai's teaching at all.

"Graduate student from the Royal College of Art... you mean Mr. Hank from the 09 class." The oil painting teacher from Dulwich College passing by said at this moment.

Mrs. Sakai, who is a famous person like Mrs. Sakai, came to the international school. Not only are the students excited, but oil painting teachers like them often move a small horse to the classroom to listen to the class.

The adult society is more aware of the weight of this kind of big coffee from the cloud art family.

The oil painting teacher didn't dare to expect such things as making friends with Mrs. Sakai, just being able to sit around and listen to the class is also very good.

Hearing about the seniors of the Royal Academy of Art, the oil painting teacher immediately had an impression.

Hank from class 09,

When he was admitted to the Royal Academy of Art as a graduate student, he once caused a sensation on the campus, and the bulletin board was full of relevant information.

Even if Hank's undergraduate degree is not the Royal College of Art.

Compared with Germany and France, Britain's one-year graduate program is almost the worst in Europe, but students who can go out of Myanmar are admitted to such schools.

It’s also like an inspirational student from a local middle school who was finally admitted to Tsinghua University for a master’s degree, and even came back to Dulwich College as a successful person to give a speech.

"If I remember correctly, Hank should have majored in fashion design." The oil painting teacher shook his head, as if to support Mrs. Sakai's statement: "He specializes in fashion clothing, and he has such a problem in directing oil painting , is considered normal."

"My Daughter Georgia, that painting is also..." Mona murmured suddenly.

The oil painting teacher didn't react for a while.

Mrs. Sakai's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, it's My Daughter Georgia, and it's great to think of this Naomi Alexander painting."

Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona repeatedly, as if she had gotten to know the girl again, and nodded approvingly: "That famous painting is a typical example of light clothing and heavy figures. Even the texture of the clothes has been specially guided, allowing the audience to see Focus more on the faces of the characters."

Can draw inferences from one instance so quickly.

Perhaps, my judgment just now was a bit arbitrary.

This Miss Sanderou still has some aura.

Mona no longer cared about what Mrs. Sakai was talking about, and she didn't even listen to the details of what Professor Cruz said later.

"The guests are overwhelming", "The complicated costumes cover up the original characteristics and details of the characters."

This comment was repeated in Mona's mind, like a huge bronze bell knocking in her ear, which made her brain ache and her face turn pale.

It wasn't that Mona couldn't accept the professor's criticism because it hit her too hard.

It was because—she vaguely remembered that someone had said the same words in her ear.

"Mona...do you remember "My Daughter Georgia"?"

"The colors you painted are too bright, and the clothes are decorated too much. This is not a good thing."

"The limbs and body in the picture cannot be naturally connected together, as if a pile of building blocks were plugged in."

……

Those gentle voices sounded in Mona's ears one by one.

She remembered that she once dismissed Gu Weijing's "naive" views, thinking that the other party wanted to question the art philosophy of a postgraduate student of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts.

original,

She was the clown herself.

Mona's expression was in a trance, and she felt that her mind was flustered, her throat was tight, and she was a little out of breath.

I hate it.

It's good to get together and leave well, don't get entangled with each other, why do you always have the shadow of each other in your life?

"Mona, what's the matter with you. Let's go to the public studio to paint for a while, and then have dinner together at night?"

Jerry noticed the pale Mona in the corner of the classroom, and leaned over.

"No, I want to be quiet. Go and eat by yourself."

Mona said softly.

"You don't look very good-looking, do you want me to pour you a cup of coffee?" Jerry wanted to show the "boyfriend power" of the sunny boy at the right time.

"Forget it, Mr. Jerry, let me be quiet for a while, okay?"

In normal times, Jerry's behavior is naturally a good plus.

But now, Mona's mind is extremely chaotic, and she just feels that he is flying around like a fly, making her restless.

"I'll take you to the school doctor..."

"Are you finished? I said I want to be alone. Mr. Jerry, you have a problem with your comprehension!"

Finally, Mona couldn't bear it any longer, she turned her head and shouted in a sharp tone.

Jerry looked embarrassed and stunned.

speak out,

Mona also realized that she had lost her composure too much, she shook her head: "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now."

finished,

She ignored Jerry, took the schoolbag on the side, shook her arms, and left the classroom quickly.

"What's going on, Professor Cruz criticized her?"

Jerry looked at the back of the girl leaving with a dazed look on his face.

……

Yangon's wealthy district, Xihe Guild Hall.

Yangon is the richest in Myanmar, and Xihe is the richest in Yangon.

If Layada District, which lacks water and electricity, is a city’s hell, then Xihe District is the city’s paradise.

This is the most densely populated place in Myanmar.

Famous chariots, famous horses, wine and beauties, everything you expect to find, magnificent.

As early as the 19th century, when European colonists first set foot on the land of East Asia, they compared the old palace area on the banks of the Yangon River with the streets around the Louvre Museum on the banks of the Seine River, calling it the Little Paris of the East.

The Xihe Guild Hall is located in the center of the entire wealthy district.

Not far to the east of it is Kun Sa's mansion in Yangon. In 1996, the former No. [-] drug lord in the Golden Triangle decided to surrender to the Myanmar government when the situation was over.

For the sake of stability in the north, the Burmese government did not even dare to extradite the drug lord to Interpol.

Once monopolized 45% of the world's drug trade, ruled the entire northern part of Myanmar, and was worth more than 11 billion U.S. dollars at the peak, which is about equal to the sum of the top ten drug lords in Colombia. He spent the last [-] years of his life here Pass.

According to the gossip tabloids in Yangon,
It is rumored that one of Kun Sha's favorite things to do in his later years is to sit on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, holding a copy of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", while smoking an Elephant cigarette made in Myanmar, and slowly watching the sun rise from the sky. Not far away from the magnificent roof of the Xihe Guild Hall, thinking about life.

Tom Cruise, tennis king Roger Federer, lead singer of the rock band Green Day...

Xihe Hall is surrounded by resort properties of various international celebrities in Yangon. It is like a small amber, solidifying the black and white situation in Myanmar, and the current situation is changing.

It has also changed hands several times,

Now the owner of Xihe Guild Hall is a mysterious wealthy businessman.

As soon as the bald head approached the gate of the guild hall, a capable female foreman in a custom-made suit and with a black headset tucked around her ear greeted her immediately.

"this way please."

The female foreman did not greet the bald head, nor did she say any polite words of welcome.

She just said something into the headset she was wearing, and then stretched out her hand to signal the bald head to follow her.

"Brother Hao is entertaining guests in Juyaxuan, he asked you to go directly." The female head waiter pressed on the dark wall of the corridor, and the side door slid open, revealing a delicate path.

To ensure the privacy of our guests,
Xihe Guild Hall once hired the famous London-based Foster and Partners architectural design firm to redesign the internal structure. Various complicated passages separate the small boxes into grids on a chessboard.

There will never be such an embarrassing scene where a guest is secretly discussing the great cause with the younger brother of the political figure who instigated rebellion in the private room, only to go out and bump into the political opponent who came here for dinner.

The side effect is that if you walk alone without a guide, you can easily get lost in these cobweb-like corridors.

Of course, bald heads don't get lost.

Many years ago, this guildhall was bought by Brother Hao for 2 million US dollars. As Brother Hao's important mafia man who handles underworld business, the bald head is already very familiar with this place.

"...Brother Hao, I heard that there is a special team in the judicial department investigating you, and the person in charge is a senior police inspector from Yangon..."

When the bald head pushed open the door of Juyaxuan's box, the room was filled with smoke.

The middle-aged man stood facing the gilded Buddha statue with his back to the door, holding three incense sticks of Zen smoke in his hands.

Brother Hao doesn't like smoking, but he has three hobbies.

Love famous paintings, love old movies, and thirdly, like to worship Buddha.

This Burmese underworld godfather seems to be a very elegant person, like a gentle and elegant teacher in school, more than a street tycoon who draws his sword and sees blood.

Needless to say, famous paintings, Brother Hao started his business by forging artworks.

Brother Hao’s favorite treasures are a page of the original manuscript of the novel "The Godfather" bought at a high price, and a telephoto lens of a Kodak 70 film camera in the 4037s, which was used in the classic old movie "The Godfather" released in 1972 During the filming of , there was the autograph of Hollywood director Francis Coppola on the lens.

As for worshiping Buddha.

It is the habit of Brother Hao when he gets older, and he even specially invited two eminent monks of Theravada Buddhism from Thailand to give him a dharma.

Every time the bald head saw Brother Hao respectfully raising his hand to burn incense, he would have an indescribably strange feeling.

These gangsters often pay homage to Master Guan, the martial sage.

Reading Buddhist scriptures that emphasize the cycle of good and evil, life and death are rewarded, is very... non-mainstream.

Of course, he wouldn't dare to make fun of him, nor would he dare to borrow his courage.

The bald head knew that all Burmese people who dared to make fun of Brother Hao would have died long ago.

After approaching the gate, the bald head only glanced at the back of Brother Hao who was burning incense, and then his eyes fell on the guests that the boss in Juyaxuan was entertaining.

It was a man in a police uniform.

He knows this guy,

He is a deputy police inspector transferred from Mandalay to Yangon. He is in his early 40s. His father seems to be a division commander in the military.

On the outside, he can be regarded as an awesome character with good hands and eyes.

At this time, in front of Brother Hao, he reported the work in detail like a little follower.

Not all the officialdom in Burma has been bought by Brother Hao, there has always been a life-or-death Lengtouqing who wants to touch Brother Hao.

But often it hasn't started yet, and the details of the plan, like this time, are completely leaked by those who want to please Brother Hao, and the ending is already doomed.

The bald man wanted to leave the box temporarily to avoid this kind of private conversation.

"Let's stay, they are all my brothers, there is nothing to shy away from, what's the matter?" Brother Hao waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that Gu Weijing you've taken a fancy to doesn't know what's good or bad, so he won't let you in."

The bald head scratched his head, revealing a somewhat vicious smile.

"Originally, there is no need to trouble Brother Hao with such matters, but you seem to like him quite a lot."

"That's why I want to ask you, since he won't eat the toast, should he take off his arm as usual, or tie up his cousin to teach young people a long lesson?"

(End of this chapter)