Almighty painter

Chapter 23 The Roaring Old Yang
There are more than a dozen color palettes placed one by one at Gu Weijing's feet, and each palette contains different shades of paint.

Not just palettes.

On his clothes, on his arms, on the backs of his hands, and all over his head and face, there were sticky paints.Some were accidentally rubbed on, and some were painted on the back of his hand to compare different formulas when he was mixing paints.

This made Gu Weijing look a little scary, and he kept mumbling the names of paints that others couldn't understand.

He even feels a little crazy.

Gu Weijing was completely immersed in painting at this time, immersed in the grand and solemn world of "Dharma Protector and Ceremony to Buddha".

This kind of toning, contrasting, and coloring work gives him the pleasure of playing chess with his ancestors.

The paints at hand are numbers, the notes in my mind are formulas, and the colors on the murals in front of me are the answers given by ancient painters.

This kind of step-by-step problem solving and the mutual reflection of the answers really made him so happy. The dopamine secretion in his mind made him even forget the time and where he was.

Everything is silent, only paint, brushes and murals are left in front of my eyes.

"Damn, who the hell are you?"

What interrupted his continuation of happiness was a rough shout, and Gu Weijing felt someone pull on his back.

This made him almost smear a paint on the face of Vajra Lohan on one side.

Gu Weijing turned around very dissatisfied, and saw a somewhat bald middle-aged uncle with a project management badge on him.

"Old Yang?"

He finally broke away from his own world and recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

Lao Yang is Cao Lao's current assistant. He studied art and changed his career to become an assistant. He is also the general manager of the project staff.

Don't underestimate the personal assistants of painters, many of them are professional art students.

Some are hired by the painters themselves, and some are provided by contracted galleries.

The difference from a broker is that an oil painting broker usually has many painters under him, ranging from famous masters to emerging painters.

However, personal assistants often serve only one painter for a long time.

If a painter is famous enough, personal assistants can also earn a lot of money.

Depending on the contract, the oil painting dealer and the painter's personal assistant can take up seven to twenty percent of a painter's total income.

Lao Yang——he can be an assistant to a great painter at the level of Cao Lao, and he can be regarded as the emperor of this industry.

When I go to all over the world, no matter Hong Kong, Tokyo, Paris or WYN, I am always called by gallery owners, art tycoons Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, and Monsieur.Yang.

Not to mention how much money he can get from Cao Lao's contract.

To put it bluntly, even if he does not work for nothing, after a hundred years of Cao Lao, relying on the accumulated vision, contacts and relationships, some of the world's top galleries are willing to pay a seven-figure salary to hire him as an agent.

Mr. Cao finished paying homage to the Buddha in the afternoon, and was about to finish the coloring of this NO.17 mural.

Lao Yang habitually took the lead to come back to check and check the painting tools, brew the tea to a suitable temperature, and if he used tin tube paint, he would simply rub the paint with his hands.

The high-grade pigments used by Mr. Cao seldom cause the powder and peach gum to separate from each other.

But Lao Yang is a professional art assistant. He is used to doing everything from art exhibition arrangement to basic necessities.

Famous actors and actresses in the old society were always taken care of by servants before going on stage every day—the one who took care of the teacups alone, and the one who took care of the hot towels...

Lao Yang does not feel that his job is inferior to others.

His high salary is for the purpose of making many painters whose self-care ability is at the level of the disabled, besides painting, do everything comfortably.

Having said that, if Gu Weijing had an assistant like Lao Yang, Tanaka Masakawa's frame-up would never have happened.

As a result, as soon as Lao Yang returned to the NO.17 mural, he saw such a scene that drove him crazy.

"Gu Weijing?"

With Lao Yang's professional level, although he only met briefly, he did not forget this young man who had attracted the attention of artists before.

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you out of your mind..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, he was furious, and he wanted to curse when he opened his mouth.

In the field of art, it is common to criticize people, but painters are often withdrawn and introverted. If they are criticized by art magazines or colleagues, they don’t know how to respond, and they lose their demeanor by swearing.

At this time, an assistant like Lao Yang needs to appear on the stage.

Assistants, agents, online, offline, if you are unhappy, you have to hire your own magazine writers to continue to spray.

Your market value is sprayed and sometimes sprayed out.

In his early years in this industry, Lao Yang had developed a good ability to criticize people. After becoming Cao Lao's assistant, there was no one to criticize for a while, which made him feel a little lonely as a master.

He is not popular with everyone. Generally, the middle-aged, the less famous, and the painter who has not participated in an international biennale, the less burdened Lao Yang is to spray.

As for those outstanding young painters who showed their talents, Lao Yang would accept them.

Although there are very few people in the art industry who can really become painters, the vast majority of art students will go to IT companies to do game CG and so on, but what if they are becoming big stars.

Normally speaking, when it comes to Gu Weijing, Master Cao's apprentice, Master Lin Tao, always shows his willingness to lead students.Faced with the fact that the other party was likely to become Cao Lao's third-generation disciple, Lao Yang stopped complaining and greeted him with a smile.

very snobby,
It's also very real.

Lao Yang is only 46 years old this year.He is not too old in the art circle, and he plans to switch to an oil painting dealer after Mr. Cao retires completely. He may have 20 years of high-income career.

He didn't want to offend a potential rising star artist.

The probability of an ordinary art dog becoming a well-known painter is one in ten thousand, the probability of being admitted to the Grand Academy of Fine Arts becomes one in a thousand, and the probability of being able to enter the studio of a painter like Lin Tao becomes one in a hundred. In this way, the old professor's close disciple may inherit the mantle by one-tenth or even a fraction of it.

But now, when he saw Gu Weijing scribbling on the wall with a paintbrush, he couldn't care less.

He felt that Gu Weijing was over,

Not only is he finished, maybe he is also finished.

He knew the painstaking efforts Mr. Cao had put into this painting.

Mr. Cao is very serious about painting, and he may be very kind in other aspects, but in this aspect, you are not allowed, and you are not allowed.

Even if Mr. Cao didn't pursue it, it would be a huge stain on him.

"Fuck you [beep]—"

Lao Yang roared in his heart.

"Who gave you the rights to paint here?"

He was in a hurry.

"This is the task assigned to me by the staff."

Gu Weijing replied, his eyes were still looking at the mural.

"Bullshit... this is Mr. Cao's painting."

Lao Yang is also a human being, he knows that Gu Weijing is either crazy or has been tricked by others.

But it doesn't make sense to say this anymore.

"Okay." Gu Weijing nodded.

"What the fuck are you doing now?"

When Lao Yang saw Gu Weijing painting on the wall with a paintbrush, he felt that this guy was really crazy because he didn't know his last name.

"draw."

"Stop it, why the fuck are you still drawing, stop it."

"No."

"no!"

Lao Yang's temples throbbed, and he felt his blood pressure rushing up uncontrollably.

He raised his arm, trying to pull Gu Weijing away.Looking at Gu Weijing's hand holding the paintbrush, he was afraid that the other party would do something to the ancient monuments on the wall.

"Stop, stop, I command you to stop!"

Old Yang growled.

"No."

Gu Weijing refused again.

But this time he said a few more words: "Now the wind is strong, and the humidity changes greatly. The time difference and precipitation of the suspension of coloring paint solidification may destroy the overall effect of the entire painting. I may not be able to achieve it if I re-mix the paint. This worked."

There is no such statement for oil painting, because oil painting itself uses pigments with different adhesion and expressiveness to paint layer by layer.For example, Gu Weijing’s final assignment for the Yangon International School’s art class, the model oil painting is the first draft, the first layer of paint is dried for a week, and then another layer is applied.

Even if a slight color difference is covered by the next layer, there will be no difference.

If you really feel that it is not good enough, it is not impossible to clear it with a painting knife and repaint it.

But traditional Chinese painting and mural painting are not the same.

Especially for this kind of historic site, the inside of the wall is like a wafer biscuit, so care must be taken in daily maintenance.

If one dared to use a painting knife to shovel the sticky paint, the original ancient mural would definitely fall into pieces.

So what is drawn for the first time is what it is.

This is why Lao Yang is so panicked.

(End of this chapter)