Almighty painter

Chapter 16
"I won this time."

Sakai Katsuko took the two pen sketches, and her nose twitched slightly.

She guessed that Gu Weijing's level must be good, but she didn't expect him to be so good.

A person who is praised as a genius naturally has the pride of being a genius, and her painting level is unsurpassed among her peers.

Few people can carry such great pressure as Shengzi. Only the weak are afraid of strong opponents, and the strong only love this feeling of mutual competition.

"Che...you haven't won my sister yet, what are you proud of? If we knew earlier, we shouldn't get involved."

Sakai Tsunamasa looked at the original no sense of existence at all, but after an unintentional competition, Gu Weijing was treated like a treasure by old artists.

He felt worthless for his sister.

How many games did my older sister Shengzi win before she got to the bottom of the game? This Gu Weijing immediately became a genius like her older sister despite losing one game.

Not to mention that my own painting is not as good as this evil person who is practicing painting on the iPad.

"That's all right. Even if I come to interview my biographer after I become a great artist one day, I might record this competition in "Reiwa's Great Artist: Sakai Tsunamasa Biography."

Sakai Tsunasho has fallen into the unhappiness of making a wedding dress for someone else.

……

No matter what the young people think, after all, this is an episode before the start of the mural restoration project.

Funny maybe, but like a pebble dropped into a lake, the aftermath is gone.

"Before I start work, I want to say a few words first."

Cao Xuan stood on the square, looking at the crowd around him.

The little old man's voice was a little hoarse, but he was not lacking in energy. Immediately, a staff member gave Cao Lao a microphone.

Seeing Mr. Cao started to speak, everyone became solemn immediately.

"There's no need for me to talk too much nonsense. Those who can participate in these projects are..."

His gaze swept to the crowd around him.

"Experienced artist."

When Mr. Cao called him an artist, the well-known masters in the crowd looked around with glowing faces, and Uncle Sakai stretched out his stomach, and the fat on his waist trembled wildly.

"An insider with a long history of education."

Elder Gu Tongxiang who was pulling Gu Weijing and You Rongyan nodded frantically.

The old man had already bald, his forehead with thinning hair appeared brighter, and he looked a little funny in cartoons when he was excited.

This is the benefit of the account book painter.

It is not without reason that Tanaka is upset.

To be honest, if it weren't for the honor of Yangon locals, a painter like him who is almost unknown internationally would not be qualified to be side by side with artists of the level of Sakai Kasunari, let alone cooperate with Cao Lao.

"At least they are juniors and students of insiders."

Elder Cao finally set his sights on those young people who looked like students.

Each of the young art dogs stretched their necks, like Chihuahuas waiting for their owners to pick them up in a pet shelter, hoping to make Master Cao Xuan's eyes fall on him for a while.

Mr. Cao Xuan's eyes only lingered on a few people such as the Sakai sisters and brothers. Of course, there are more Gu Weijing now.

"But... if it comes to fresco restoration."

As soon as the old man's words changed, his eyes changed from kindness to sternness.

"Everyone present, my evaluation is - all of you are unqualified."

coax……

The expressions on the faces of the people present froze all of a sudden.

They were puzzled, they were stunned, and now all these artists are acting inexplicably.

What's the matter... Why did Mr. Cao suddenly say that everyone was unqualified when they were being carried in sedan chairs?

What does unqualified mean?
In the art circle, there is only one destination for unqualified works, and that is the trash can.

To say you are unqualified means to say you are rubbish.

You are an old-timer artist, and you are a true star in East Asian painter circles, but you can't bully people like this, can you?

"Let me ask you a question, are you familiar with traditional Chinese painting?"

Mr. Cao scanned the audience with sharp eyes.

"Old Cao, students started to learn fine brushwork when they were four years old. In terms of experience, I have never painted flowers, birds, fish and insects, birds and animals, landscapes and towers, figures and Buddhas. In terms of techniques, whether it is double hook, flat painting, water line, Drying or dyeing, coloring, silk wool, freehand brushwork... I have worked hard on each of them. If this is not familiar, then I don't know what your familiarity standard is?"

Someone in the crowd said.

Although no one chimed in, all the painters around subconsciously nodded.

What this population said was the voice of the vast majority present.

If they are not familiar with Chinese painting, there will be no one in the world who is familiar with Chinese painting.

If Mr. Cao wanted to accuse them of not being familiar with traditional Chinese painting, perhaps they were afraid to speak out because of Mr. Cao's prestige on the surface, but they were still unconvinced in their hearts.

"The ancient poetry sages in Eastern Xia had a phrase called—painting one piece of water in ten days, and one stone in five days. It is used to describe the extent to which painting a country takes effort."

Cao Xuan said: "You are right. I believe that you have worked hard in Chinese painting, and I also believe that the vast majority of people present have this patience for a painting, whether it takes five days or ten days. But if this The time stretches to 15 years, 20 years, or even 50 years. I would like to ask if you still have the courage to write?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Just kidding, if a painting lasts half a lifetime, what would they eat?

Cao Lao pointed to the colored paintings on the altars and murals behind him.

"There is such a group of people behind us, painters."

"In the feudal dynasty, painters were expensive, but painters were cheap. Scholar officials were expensive, but craftsmen were cheap. Whether it is the East or the West, whether it is painting, sculpture, porcelain, carpentry or even architectural French, this is the case. The painter only needs to lift the pen on the paper Draw your own works, but painters need to use charcoal, gold powder, poisonous oil fume, cinnabar, silver vermilion and sulfur to paint the works on paper on temples, palaces, pavilions and pavilions."

"The remains of painters have been unearthed in various places. An oil lamp, a painting box, and a wall are the portrayal of many of their lives. Many large-scale mural groups have gone through hundreds of years. The secret recipe and the manuscript powder are handed over to the younger brother Dingshang, and the father passed away, and the son Dingshang inherited his craft and work."

"Brothers and fathers and sons, one generation comes and one generation goes away."

Mr. Cao said softly: "No one knows their names. Many of their techniques and proportions of pigment configuration have long been lost in the passage of time. But it is because of them that we can see these complicated and beautiful paintings that have gone through a lot of history. The murals that have not faded for thousands of years."

"In the field of mural restoration, we are not only painters, but also craftsmen who strive for excellence. Many of you are used to being praised masters, but you don't have the spirit of craftsmen, so I say you are unqualified."

"I am a person who likes to say bad things first."

Cao Xuan stomped the ground with his crutches and said in a growl.

"Some people can do well if they want to perform, but it's better if they want to make progress. I like to support the juniors very much, and I prefer juniors who work hard and earnestly. As an old bone of my age, I have taken everything I should have in my life, and what I should have I have them all. At this age, I should lie on the loess and let young people climb up on my shoulders."

"Some people want to come here to be gilded for their qualifications. To be honest...it's okay. I'm not in your way, just get out of here."

"Everyone, please remember that this is not a painting exhibition for you to let yourself go and create freely. The murals in front of us are the painstaking efforts of countless unknown painters in the past."

"Whoever took the paintbrush here is perfunctory and reckless. Then... I won't allow him."

The old man's voice was decisive.

The crowd was silent.

(End of this chapter)