Almighty painter

Chapter 208 Lend Your Hand
Ole doesn't have the hound's keen sense of smell.

He only saw Anna fiddle with the phone for a while, and moist water welled up in her eyes.

This is... crying helplessly?

Ole thought that his cousin had finally torn off his strong coat and shed tears.

"It's still a woman after all."

He teased in his heart.

Ole was a little surprised at his current good mood.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he didn't have any sympathy that he thought he would have in his mind. Instead, he was mixed with a strange hotness and secret pleasure.

Some men are born with a desire for war and destruction, which is a hunting instinct from ancient times.

Ole's surname is Kruger,

His ancestors hunted honor and land in battle, his fathers hunted money and fortune in economics.

may,

From childhood to adulthood, somewhere in Ole's heart, he has buried the scene of wanting to see his cousin who is always on top of him really lose his composure.

It's like seeing an unattainable rose blooming on a cliff and falling to the dust.

Finally, he can pick it up casually while looking down.

Ole stood up.

He didn't try to take the initiative to pull his cousin's hand, but looked down at her cousin.

"It seems that not only little boys who don't get toys cry." The corners of his mouth curled up in a mean way.

that's nice,

Father was right.

Instead of pleasing the opponent, it is better to conquer the opponent with spurs, as long as you master the appropriate method, hold the noose and rein tied around the opponent's neck in your hand.

He, Ole, could also conversely mock the majestic countess.

Ole is so cool!

On the pure amount of money and the long-term liquidity of assets,
Anna is still much better than the Kruger family, but the cousin is obviously not willing to quickly sell off her favorite collection to raise funds to fight an entire bank.

Moreover,
It's not a question of money, it's a question of ideas.

In this ever-changing new era,
A large number of senior managers of "Oil Painting" magazine are also tired of standing on a deserted island.

When you watch the mighty dollars flow past you like a green sea day after day, but you are blocked by some stubborn rules, you can only stay where you are, and be an untouchable referee. Most people are an unbearable torture.

Those who abandon the trend of the times will be abandoned by the times.

The citizens of ancient Greece killed the clever and radical Socrates with pottery exile.

Today, history repeats itself once again.

The shareholders of "Oil Painting" voted with their equity and expelled the last heiress of the old-fashioned and unwilling Elena family.

"Actually, Anna, if you don't want to attend this year's annual meeting, I can understand." He once again pretended to be thinking about Anna, but blocked any space for the other party to avoid with cold words.

"Sir Brown thinks that we can also ask Uncle Kara to speak on behalf of the Irina family. After all..." Ole lowered his head and took a strong medicine, expecting to capture more breakdowns from Miss Irina's face And frustrated, "After all, Uncle Kara is incompetent and disgusting, he is still very good at it."

Anna still ignored Ole.

She didn't even listen carefully to what the other party was moaning.

Anna's heart was so agitated at the moment, how could she have the time to listen to the noise of this kind of person.

The girl's long eyelashes drooped, and she stared at the side face and eyes of the little prince sitting on the sand dune in the picture, with satisfaction and unspeakable regret.

Anna has lamented many times that she lacks the talent for painting, and she is unfamiliar with the brushes.

Miss Yi Lianna understands that she is sad for this kind of thing, and it looks extremely hypocritical in the eyes of outsiders.

If there is a choice, let alone lack of talent for painting, such minor problems as muscle weakness in the right leg.

Even if it is a high paraplegic, there are many art geniuses in the world who want to exchange their lives with her.

But regrets are regrets.

Not being able to paint what she wants to paint is Anna's eternal pain of not being able to ask for it.

right now,

Such regrets are gone.

At the end of the world, another woman passed through layers of obstacles, through the sea of ​​her heart, and stared at everything Anna saw from the same perspective.

The electrical waves in my head chimed in perfect harmony.

Anna used the hand of this sister, who passed through her heart, to draw such a shocking work.

The psychic resonance made Miss Yi Lianna's thoughts constantly drift away, constantly drifting away, imagining the voice and appearance of that sister.

"so good."

Anna's slight regret now is that what she holds in her hand is a cold electronic screen after all.

This painting was split into billions of bytes of data by the scanner on the other side of the ocean, and then passed through the sea and mountains through the optical fiber cable on the seabed to the small screen in my hand, where it was reconstructed from the data again. picture.

What she took was not Detective Cat's warm strokes, but just a string of characters from the virtual world.

No matter how fine and detailed it looks in the photos, it is still not as thin as the real textured paint and cloth, and there is a little more separation in the hand.

Ugh……

She sighed lowly.

"No need to sigh."

Ole's face was flushed.

He felt like a trainer or a sib cowboy who had strangled the wasteland's most famous mustang with a noose and stuck out his tongue.

Immediately, you can ride your prey back to the city and win the envious eyes of everyone.

The expression on the young man's face is exactly that of a cowboy who has just drunk a quarter pint of tequila.

"Cousin, the choice is still in your hands."

He said triumphantly: "The suggestion we just made will always be valid, and the door is still open. As long as Cousin Anna nods slightly, then everything you don't want to see will not happen."

"Kruger Bank will still receive enough shares in the magazine, but we will not be your enemy. All shareholders of "Oil Painting" magazine will also warmly embrace your joining. The name Elena will continue to be our art fund marching banner."

Ole tempted: "What's the suspension? Heh, cousin, you can immediately become the new director of the magazine's visual art column. No, no, no, it's more than just a supervisor... You hate Sir Brown, right, then we'll get rid of him .”

Ole waved his hand gracefully.

"After the acquisition is over, the combined shares of our two parties can own more than half of the voting rights of the magazine. Half a century after your great-grandfather sold 80% of the magazine's shares at the price of one Austrian shilling, His descendants will once again have full control over the media."

"Anna, you will become the new director of the magazine. All you need is to hold my hand."

Ole stretched out his hand confidently, and stretched it out in front of Anna like alms.

a long time.

Just when Ole began to wait impatiently.

"Ok."

Anna finally spoke softly.

Ole felt a little regretful that his cousin didn't hold his hand with the unwilling but crying pear blossom as he thought.

He still daydreams,

If the cousin is sensible and apologizes to herself for what happened just now.

Ole would reply gracefully with Caesar's famous quote in "The Gallic Wars": "It doesn't matter, we are all strong people, and the hearts of the strong will always look forward."

This can not only show his broad mind, but also a small irony for his cousin's rejection of him just now.

The young man was a little regretful that he hadn't allowed himself to be aggressive.

But when he heard Miss Elena say "yes", he still felt unbelievable ecstasy and excitement.

The things that I thought about day and night when I was young, just happened like this.

He succeeded!

Under the pressure of a suitable strategy, even though the other party was still unwilling, he, Ole, successfully conquered Miss Yi Lianna's fierce horse.

and many more?

Ole's dream only lasted for less than three seconds before it came to an abrupt end.

He saw Cousin Anna raised her head.

There was still a tear in the corner of the girl's eye, but Ole could not see any weakness or grief in the other's eyes.

Miss Elena looked at him with a meaning that he couldn't understand.

A little indifferent, a little lonely, but there is no expression of wanting to compromise, just like a true portrayal of the heart of a strong man.

Ole froze.

He didn't know what Miss Elena saw on the phone screen just now.

just this time,

No matter how slow he was, he clearly realized that things were completely different from what Ole and his father imagined.

Miss Elena did not obediently give in.

That's not the expression a person should have after bowing his head and admitting defeat.

"You—" He frowned.

"Okay, since this is the case, I can give you an answer now, I will attend the International Art Annual Conference next month. And..."

Anna's tone was calm: "I will publicly accuse Sir Brown of dereliction of duty, and tell every reader in the past who chose to believe in "Oil Painting" magazine because of the name of the Elena family. I think "Oil Painting" is losing its credibility."

"If this is what you want to see, then so be it."

The girl squeezed the phone tightly.

She had a very wonderful feeling, the courage seemed to be transmitted to her heart through the palm of her hand and into her heart.

"This illustration by Sister Detective Cat is really a wonderful gift."

Anna thought.

Not only did she receive a handcrafted illustration masterpiece, but she also held the hilt of a sharp sword that could slash at enemies.

what else,
What better proof of my artistic vision than the success of Detective Cat?
From the day when Thomas took over the illustration of Batman, Anna has never doubted Detective Cat's drawing ability.

She firmly believes that such a master, as long as he has the right stage and the right inspiration, will one day leave his own mark on the world's beauty scene.

In front of truly lasting and moving works of art.

Whoever defames and slanders this lady, no matter how authoritative he is, becomes a joke.

And Anna only needs to lead the other party slowly with enough patience during the long wait, looking forward to her growth.

As for how long this specific time is - generally speaking, it may be five years, ten years, or ten years or 20 years.

The field of traditional painting.

It takes a long time for an artist to truly become famous, from being unknown to being recognized by the public.

As successful as Picasso, he spent his early years in Spain full of melancholy and gloom, relatively poor and desolate blue style period.

Anna suggested that Detective Cat participate in the Singapore Art Biennale, hoping to shorten this thorny road to fame through the external force of this art competition.

And the illustration,
To put it bluntly, it's just a trail after all.

In various forums and annual meetings of artists, when they hear that someone is an illustrator, the people around them often have some inexplicable smiles on their faces.

Unless some top art awards can be won, the artistry and aesthetic value of illustrations are still far inferior to serious art in the eyes of public opinion.

The illustrations that Detective Cat drew for The Little Prince before are good enough.

However, painting with a knife is not mainstream enough, the book market is only a very segmented market for illustration art, and "The Little Prince" is just an ordinary member of countless books published every year.

Under the influence of these multiple debuffs.

The target audience of "Oil Painting" - collectors and art lovers who pay attention to serious art, she is still not enough.

Such a good illustration still relies on pure beauty to attract the attention of some art lovers, so it should not be a big problem.

I really think too much about stirring up the art situation.

If Sister Detective Cat's romanticism, impressionist traditional oil painting level and realistic watercolor painting technique can reach this level, maybe it can be done.

At least painting with a knife is not enough.

No matter how good it is in a small pond in this subdivided area.

Mainstream authorities such as Lord Browne and Van Dorn can easily mobilize public opinion as long as they want to, and they portray her as a noisy and extraordinarily hard toad in an understatement.

But when Anna saw the new painting sent by Detective Cat today, she suddenly changed her view.

In her mind, Ms. Elena rated the set of illustrations originally drawn by Detective Cat for the little prince as "classic".

In the past, only a handful of super warm and lovely card boy illustrations such as "Nils' Travels on a Goose" and "The Wind in the Willows" could get this evaluation from Anna.

The painting method is freehand and vivid, and the impression is profound and timeless.

It is the best gift for a senior book fan like her.

As long as the binding and printing quality of the publishing house is above the passing line, any lover of the story of The Little Prince, even if they already have an old edition of the book at home, is worth spending dozens of pounds to buy a hardcover edition just because of these pleasing illustrations Store in bookshelves.

If the standard of the new translation is not high,
Purely as a desk decoration, it is also very pleasant and worth the fare.

As for the new cover art drawn by Big Sister Detective Cat, all Anna can think of is the comment "miracle".

Miraculously shocking, miraculously moving.

Such illustrations are real works of art, and the meaning of existence of an illustrator with a soul.

Even though artificial intelligence AI is constantly iteratively updated, it can have the magnificence of Van Gogh, the warmth of Monet, the rigor of Holbein and the atmosphere of Xu Beihong in terms of technique.

But these computers that rely on keyword algorithms to draw pictures will never be able to create such touching illustrations.Because how can a machine feel the soul of the writer's writing with the warm and enthusiastic eyes of human beings.

In Anna's mind, the cover created by Detective Cat has surpassed the category of ordinary classics.

It is no longer an adjunct to the text of The Little Prince, but has evolved into a new concise visual language.

No need to have read The Little Prince,
Nor does it require you to know anything about Saint-Exupéry.

An illiterate old man saw the illustrations of "The Little Prince" by accident, and he could instantly appreciate the true meaning of the work with tens of thousands of words.

This is the highest state of illustration - the painter writes poems for the author with affectionate brushstrokes.

(End of this chapter)