Almighty painter

Chapter 202 Anna's Imitation

The city of Glitz is a few time zones away.

It's still a good afternoon.

The spring sun is warm but not dazzling, hanging lukewarmly in the sky.

Young people riding in the suburbs on the green mountain road bypassed the cliff, and the ancient manor along the lake on the plain in the distance came into view. The white cloud sea and the dome of the manor with Greek columns almost merged into one. A real mirage.

The old house of the Elena family is very lively today.

There were people coming and going in the manor, and the male and female guests were whispering and laughing while holding trays of delicate food.

The blue-purple curtain like a Roman palace stretches for hundreds of meters, stretching from the lawn of the flower field to the lakeside wharf where two white motorboats are moored.

The smell of classical music and gin floats in the air, and it seems that there is a large-scale afternoon tea party.

"August?"

somewhere in the garden,
A dog with off-white spots on its chest and bright brown hair like satin on its back raised its head alertly from a lazy afternoon nap.

Its two big festive dark ears drooping on the side of its face shook slightly, confirming that it heard the call of its master.

The dog happily jumped out towards the sea of ​​yellow and white flowers in the European primrose field that bloomed in early spring.

As a big dog that considers itself noble and proud,
A big dog with a territory of 1500 acres including the surrounding woodland and some lakes.

In nature, only predators at the top of the food chain such as brown bears or leopards have such huge territories.

It is as proud as the emperor among dogs.

The big dog has always expressed contempt from the heart to those coquettish and coquettish bastards who are shameless and shameless when they are carelessly touched by passersby on the road, and then happily abandon the dignity of being a dog and wag their tails like tambourines .

It moved its slender limbs and nimbly avoided the two bikini girls who sat up from the sun beach chairs by the lake and screamed "so cute".

By the way, he bared his teeth to frighten away a human cub who sneaked over from the long table where the self-service food was placed. He looked only five or six years old but was wearing a handmade formal suit and a tie.

Humph,
The other party even presumptuously tried to exchange a piece of steak and secretly touched its tail!
It didn't even care about the rib-eye steak thrown to it, and without even sniffing it, it nimbly took out a tennis ball from the grass.

He bit the ball lightly, and continued to run along the path beside the field ridge.

The big dog made several familiar turns in the field, and found its target in the shade of a secluded walnut tree.

It leaned over to the young woman in the wheelchair, handed over the tennis ball flatteringly, and showed its sharp front teeth with a flattering grin.

"August, you are already a middle-aged old guy. We need to exercise more, get more sunshine, and make sure to live until the age of 15, and strive to live."

The woman in a cream chiffon dress stretched out her hand to catch the tennis ball and put it on the ground, scratched the dog's ears, and softly exhorted.

The dog rolled happily on the ground after being scratched,
It wagged its tail and licked the woman's palm, then obediently lay down on the side of the sunny ground and fiddled with the tennis ball with its front paw.

That tennis ball has been its toy since childhood.

Dogs gnawing all the year round made the surface of the tennis ball look slightly bumpy, and the letters "AUGUSTE" were written on the grass-colored surface with a marker pen that was about to fade.

Regarding the first pet adopted in life, what should be the name.

Anna and her aunt had studied it carefully for a long time.

Anna wished to call it "Renoir".

My aunt suggested naming the dog after Rodin, her favorite sculpture artist, and insisted that the smooth curve of the dog's back resembled a Rodin bronze sculpture.

then,

One night, the two of them had a brainstorm, and the dog ended up being named August.

【AUGUSTE】——It is not only the Christian name of the sculpture artist Auguste Rodin, but also happens to be the middle name of Pierre Auguste Renoir, the oil painting master whom Anna admires.

The two masters were born in the same era.

One shaped the history of modern European sculpture, and the other changed the trend of world art, echoing each other.

"August? What do you think of my painting?"

Under the shade of the tree, Anna called her pet dog to her side, pointed to the hazy paint on the drawing board in front of her, and asked casually.

The dog didn't know if he understood, so he whimpered lowly in his throat.

"Well, it's true that the color points are processed very generally, but it lacks a bit of aura. My August is indeed a very demanding artist."

Anna patted the dog's head that was almost as high as her own wheelchair, and smiled casually to herself.

Nine years ago,
My aunt was diagnosed with cancer,
She still remembered that at that time, it happened to be the Easter holiday of the girls' public school she attended, and her aunt took her to attend the wedding of a collateral member of the royal family in the British Isles.

before returning to Austria.

My aunt suddenly decided to go to the pet store to adopt a puppy.

When they returned to Elena's manor again, the housekeeper who accompanied them at home contained the springer spaniel from Ireland in the pet suitcase.

In addition to art,

Anna is a girl with a cold personality in her daily life. When she was a child, she didn't like pets like other little girls.

If she had to ask her to raise something, Anna would actually prefer an English shorthair cat like a silent elf.

The Springer Spaniel wasn't pretty when he was young, and his blood wasn't pure enough.

Two pairs of big ears like cattail fans are even a bit rustic.

Compared with the cute elf-like puppies in the hands of the noble ladies in the circle who are worth [-], [-] or even [-] euros and can win awards in European pet beauty contests, August's pedigree is completely unrecognizable in the countryside local boy.

They are low-priced items in pet stores.

Even the clerk repeatedly confirmed that the aunt, who was dressed in an extravagant manner, really wanted this local dog, which was only priced at 1160 pounds, before she made a very puzzled deal.

When my aunt pushed Anna's wheelchair out of the store, she could still hear the clerk behind her regret that she didn't make a big deal.

"Anna, you are a strong child, but you can't survive alone forever, you have to try to love something."

"Biologically, the IQ of dogs is much higher than that of cats, and can reach the level of a toddler a few years old. They can easily understand human commands, listen to music, and even tell whether their owners are happy by their scent." Aunt stroked her hair and explained.

"Many beautiful beauty dogs are specially cross-bred by breeding companies for the preferences of the wealthy class. Their bones are thin and fragile, and their life expectancy is less than half of that of normal dogs, and they will die of respiratory failure or paralysis. Although this puppy looks It's kind of silly, but it's healthy. It can take my place and spend many years with you until you meet the one you really love."

My aunt was right.

At that time, August had just been born, only a ball the size of a palm, and Anna, who was still a little girl, could easily hold it in her arms.

Today, my aunt has been buried for a long time in the family grave at Melk Abbey.

And August is still healthy.

It is nine years old this year, and it is already a big dog half a meter long and weighing nearly 60 pounds.

Except for a few exceptionally long-lived exceptions,
The normal lifespan of a Springer Spaniel is around eleven to fourteen years.

The nine-year-old August may have started to grow gray hair when converted to a human being, but fortunately, he does not show any signs of aging for the time being.

Occasionally, he takes the caregiver to take it to the city center to relax. If August is in the mood, he can still drive other people's pets up and down like rabbits in the sun.

And Miss Elena, she didn't care about the other party's bloodline a long time ago.

"Remember the story in "The Little Prince" that you loved most when you were young? As long as you spend enough time with it, watch it grow up a little bit, bathe it, groom its hair, and accompany it to throw Tennis, taking a walk with him in a wheelchair in the sunset, or even admiring art together, one day you'll love it."

"At that time, August will be more lovely to you than all the beautiful poodles in the world combined." When my aunt wrote his name on the tennis ball with a marker pen, her tone was like a A deep prophet.

Thinking of this,

Anna withdrew her thoughts from the memories of the past, sighed softly, and fondled the springer spaniel's big furry ears like lop-eared rabbits.

She withdrew her hand, her fingertips stroked the drawing board in front of her, and the semi-solidified paint felt wet on her skin.

"August, many times I really feel quite frustrated. Things like artistic talent are completely unreasonable."

Anna tossed her hair, her queenly face was as stubborn as a little girl's.

"I obviously have such boiling emotions in my heart, but I am trapped by mediocre techniques and cannot express them. Obviously I tried so hard to practice trying to draw Grandma Carla's feelings at the time, but all I got was a piece of lifeless painting. The work of a craftsman. One hundred percent of effort can not be exchanged for one cent of harvest."

Anna bit her lip lightly.

on the drawing board in front of her.

The entry is also a cover painting of The Little Prince, a "imitation" by Anna.

Not long ago,
Detective Cat's outstanding technique and the expressive ability of the work picture, like a little spark ignited the never-extinguished creative desire in Miss Irina's heart.

That gorgeous touch,
It seemed that there was a mysterious magic power that touched some of her thoughts.

Anna came up with an idea, wanting to imitate the composition of Detective Cat's big sister and draw an illustration of the little prince.

This drawing is not going to be useful in any practical sense.

It is simply a tribute to the master from the perspective of an art lover, a kind of self-soothing for her soul.

The reason for doing this,
It may also be because Anna has always had a vague sense of regret in her subconscious.

August smelled the melancholy and sad smell coming from his master, he shook his hair and sneezed like a snort.

"You also think I'm a little greedy, don't you?"

Anna looked at the big dog at her feet and pinched her fingers lightly.

She believes that the Detective Cat version of the illustration of "The Little Prince" will definitely become a milestone work in the history of illustration in the next ten, 15 or even 50 years.

Anna is convinced of this conclusion.

I can see this kind of technique that is more outstanding than my original most optimistic expectation, so I shouldn't have any regrets anymore.

It was the same way,

From the bottom of her heart, Ms. Elena feels honored to be able to personally participate in the creation of such a work.

but……

In her heart, there was a little bit of unwillingness to be humane.

It's not because Ms. Detective Cat is not good enough to be reconciled, on the contrary, the completion of the other party's picture is too high, so Anna can feel the regret that the full moon is missing, and the mirror is stained with dust.

This is a kind of respect for the top works of art.

Anna doesn't care how many botched mistakes there are in a rough painting.

But she would be so heartbroken that it would be hard to breathe because of a little scratch on a painting that was so perfect that it was almost sacred.

The tutor who taught her classical music when she was a child once sighed in front of Anna.

If Debussy's composition can have Haydn's solemnity, and Haydn's symphony can have Debussy's changeable passion, then it will be the most sacred music in the world.She is willing to go through fire and water, just to listen to the moment of nature.

After seeing the painting of Detective Cat, Anna felt the same in her heart.

If Detective Cat can draw her emotions, or if he has the skills of the other party, no... even if it is only one-third of the skills of the Algerian big sister.

What a perfect work that will create!

Anna could tell from the painting that Ms. Detective Cat was not someone who was very familiar with "The Little Prince", at least not someone who was really touched by the little prince.

She has tried her best to help the other party, but there is still a layer of estrangement.

The two people seemed to exchange breath vigorously through a layer of wet paper.

She could only smell the sporadic breath that she exhaled.

Miss Irina tried her best, but she could only inject some of her very fine emotions into the other party through the voice of reading.

After all, the joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

There are no two people in the world whose hearts beat at the same frequency.

Anna was too embarrassed to share her regrets with the other party.

When drawing illustrations, painters who can familiarize themselves with the background text provided by the employer are already very dedicated.

When many magazine illustrators are busy, they only come to scan a few pages of content and keywords, confirm the content of the screen, and then put the text aside and start drawing.

Where is the spare time to study the thoughts of the article, the emotional theme of the work and so on.

If you want to do painting, you need to do a set of reading comprehension in advance, and the painters would have turned the table and scolded their mothers.

Or more simply, directly input the keywords directly into the well-developed commonly used AI neural network painting software such as MidJourney, StableDiffusion, and wombo.art.

Let the computer run several sets of programs.

The artist only needs to tell the website the painting style you need, from knife painting to watercolor painting, from graffiti line drawing to flat style, even if you enter a "collage style of cyberpunk + Dunhuang murals".

Artificial intelligence can also analyze what is called "cyberpunk + Dunhuang murals" in the database, and then try to figure it out for you.

Ten pictures can be produced in as fast as 30 seconds, and you just need to filter slowly.

At least 30.00% of jobs in the industry today are done this way.

The emotions contained in the pictures of Ms. Detective Cat belong to the very, very touching kind in the illustration industry, and there is no one in a million.

(End of this chapter)