Almighty painter

Chapter 235 Myth
Professor Vatel silently flipped through the thick file in his hand, not knowing what kind of evaluation he should make at this moment.

Professor Vatel came to the principal to see if he could hire a better sketch teacher for Gu Weijing.

He didn't know why Mrs. Sakai's improvement class didn't choose to recruit Gu Weijing as a student. It would be great if the principal could speak up and send Gu Weijing to Mrs. Sakai.

At the very least, the principal can also write a recommendation letter to Gu Weijing himself.

Such a child should be born with a better stage, and in the future, he will sign a gallery and take an artistic route.

The top-ranked art school in the world is his stage.

You can find master-level teachers there, and you can easily find better opportunities for fame than in Yangon.

The history of art is a vicious circle - it is not worth discussing who is more powerful in the scientific community and the researcher in the research institute.

However, there is no precise conclusion on the question of whether the academic school or the street artists who practice wild fox Zen are better than the other.

Usually the former technique will be stronger, but the genius who can rewrite the history of art will never be in this "ordinary" category.

Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind.

From the end of the Middle Ages, the main line of the art trend story is always similar.

All kinds of scattered artists and small painting schools with no ambitions emerged from the folk.

From being suppressed by academics in mainstream painting schools and art academies, to conquering citizens with the expressiveness of works and the bubbling talent of cattle, and forming a trend of following them, to being suppressed by certain authorities or the Medici family, Sk The Lovini family, the Irina family, these famous collectors in history value and sponsor them.

Finally became a new academic school, and then began to suppress other small painters...

From fighting dragons to becoming dragons, they are in a constant spiral cycle.

In one story, the emerging school of painting that set off a radical change in art, in the next story a hundred years later, has become an old-fashioned academic boss who is clamored to be overthrown by the new generation of artists.

It is a bit of black humor with the historical cycle of dynastic replacement.

In the late 19th century, the industrial age began.

Impressionism, Romanticism, Aestheticism, Critical Realism...

Almost the historical trend of the East and the West is that various non-orthodox art gangs launch attacks and academic criticism on the big professors sitting in the official salon of the Academy of Fine Arts, and beat them to the ground.

Here's where things get weird.

Many laymen don't realize that since the Impressionist generation of folk artists with a hundred flowers left the scene, almost all the famous artists born after the painting circle have professional backgrounds and graduated from prestigious schools.

All the darlings of the auction market in the past half century are all art students who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts.

There are very few people who have changed careers from missionaries like Van Gogh, or apprentices in porcelain shops like Renoir.

The public images of artists like Damien Hirst and KAWS in the mass media are quite "rock".

As a young man, Hearst was a straight-up gangster, sneaky and twice jailed.

This kind of experience can easily be regarded as some kind of punk who is studying in prenatal education.

But sorry,
He is a regular graduate of the University of London Academy of Fine Arts, a super prestigious school ranked among the top ten in the world all the year round.

Painters began to become like lawyers, doctors and other technical professions-paying attention to "going to college to change one's destiny."

The more prestigious the graduates, the more popular they are.

Well-known galleries tend to give higher priority to students with prestigious school backgrounds.

After graduating from the visual art department of the world's four major art academies, as long as the level is in the past, the works in the graduation exhibition will show some of their own characteristics.

Those who dare not have extravagant expectations, it is not difficult to sign an ordinary urban gallery of a small size in an art and creative park in a metropolis.

Professor Vatter thought.

With Gu Weijing's current painting level, if he didn't apply to some famous art schools, it would be unfair to Gu Weijing and unfair to his painting skills.

Seeing the document in his hand now, he could only smile wryly.

There is absolutely no need for me to speak.

In Dulwich College's own evaluation system, joining the official art association organized by local professional artists is an achievement that can be compared with high-level athletes such as professional baseball students who are sought after all over the United States.

Although not every European and American country recognizes the gold content of the official membership of the Painting and Calligraphy Association under the Burmese Cultural Department.

Certain school policies allow for exception-free admission, and some are just extra points during the interview, or the interviewer thinks you are not bad, so you can be granted a scholarship.

But it's also a pretty resume.

Especially the photo co-signed with Cao Xuan is actually the best letter of recommendation and a stepping stone.

It is much more useful than his suggestion to the principal to write a personal letter and greet the interviewer in advance.

Whether it's through connections or real skills—a great artist is willing to collaborate with him on a painting, and the interviewer is not stupid, so he won't reject this kind of student.

"It's just that I am being sentimental. This kid has already set up a famous background for himself."

Professor Vatel touched his nose as he looked at the photo and signature of this unrealistic and slightly fantasy mural.

If he hadn't known that Mr. Cao Xuan really came to Yangon at the beginning of the year.

A sketch professor would think that this photo was synthesized by PS.

The files inside are very thick, and there is more than one photo of the mural.

When old man Wu passed the membership approval, in order to make Gu Weijing's resume thick and beautiful, it didn't look like he was using his public power for private use to let the neighbor's children go through the back door.

The old man put in many promotional materials taken by the tourism bureau during the Shwedagon Pagoda project.

Professor Vatel saw the golden lacquer acknowledgment list of Gu Weijing ranked ahead of Sakai Katsuko on the monument, saw the photo of all the big men watching and commenting on Gu Weijing's sketches, and even saw a picture of Mr. Cao Xuan giving advice to Gu Weijing on the spot. It is a snapshot while painting.

This may have been a telephoto lens taken by a photographer employed by a tourist bureau from afar.

Two people, one old and one young, stood in front of an old mural.

Cao Lao held the brush in his hand, while Gu Weijing stood beside the little old man like a little follower.

The background of the photo taken by the telephoto lens is very blurred.

The content on the mural is only blurred spots of color, but Mr. Cao Xuan's facial features are very clear.

The old man pursed his lips, and looked sideways at the young man beside him. There was no kindness on his face. It was a very serious expression, but it didn't seem alienated.

In the picture,
The old gentleman did not have the cold and perfunctory expression that a famous artist usually has when he treats a young man who comes to gilt.

There is no gilded young man in Burma that is worthy of Mr. Cao's perfunctory.

Professor Vatel inexplicably felt that the expression on the face of this great artist reminded him of himself when he was seriously lecturing in the classroom.

The little old man seems to be teaching Gu Weijing seriously?

"It's no wonder that the ability to draw lines has improved by leaps and bounds, but I'm still pretending that I realized it all by myself, without hiring a private teacher. Tsk, it's not a private teacher, it's a one-on-one quality class."

The sketch professor puffed up his cheeks enviously, scratching and scratching in his heart.

Industry specializing in surgery.

But Eastern art masters have very high ability to draw lines, and this view can also be recognized in Western academic circles.

People draw a piece of work, whether it is fine brushwork or freehand brushwork, it does not depend on the change of focus, and does not zoom in on the scale between the big and the small.

Relying on the lines in the hand.

It is not that Cao Xuan has no critics in the art world, but no one thinks that Cao Xuan's painting techniques are not strong enough.

With the personal enlightenment of such a great master of art, the comprehension is even better.

The sketching technique is comprehended by analogy, and after a short period of rapid improvement, it becomes reasonable.

"This luck... I can't afford this kind of teacher."

Vettel had mixed feelings in his heart.

He once thought that if he knew where Gu Weijing learned his craft, he would also enroll himself in a class.

Now think about it,

Professor Vatel was glad that he did not say this in front of Gu Weijing, otherwise he would be embarrassed for himself.

A private teacher like Cao Xuan is not something he can afford with hundreds or thousands of dollars.

I can't afford to sell him.

Canadian principals are not in such a complicated state of mind.

He was just fiddling with the globe on the office.

The principal likes to spin this thing when he is free.

It is a souvenir issued by the Dulwich College Teachers Group to the leaders of each campus at the principal meeting.

The globe is made of brass, the size of a volleyball, with reliefs of undulating mountains and hills, and the initials of Dulwich College on different continents are marked with red paint.

Each abbreviation represents a Dulwich College campus around the world.

The Myanmar campus has always been the most inconspicuous of them all.

Sometimes the board of directors will want to abolish and close the Myanmar campus because there are no excellent teachers willing to be stationed in Myanmar, coupled with the consideration of the instability of the current situation.

Three years without a celebrity, a blockbuster.

This year not only ushered in the heavyweight transfer student Katsuko Sakai, a classmate won the highest badge of the British Boy Scouts, and now there is a "young artist".

The latter two are local students who have studied at Dulwich for several years.

Compared with the honor of co-creating with the students in the school and about the top five masters in the world.

In the eyes of the principal, even Jerry's charity micro-film has become unsavory.

"Well, let's see, this Gu Weijing is a student who enjoys the bursary fixed tuition fee reduction treatment. Forget it in previous years, I think it's better to refund all the tuition fees he paid this year. It can be regarded as the preferential treatment given to him by the school. Then, Then make a copy of all the information in these photo archives, and set up a special promotion wall for Student Gu, what do you think?"

The principal said casually.

"I don't know. Anyway, he doesn't need to take my class in the future. I don't have the ability to teach such a student. He can do whatever he likes."

Professor Vatel put all the materials back on the table, and answered without interest.

He originally felt that Gu Weijing was very similar to himself, but he worked hard but lacked a bit of luck, so he came to help.

Bad luck?

Bad luck ass!

This lucky ancestral grave is almost on fire.

Professor Vatel looked at the photos on the desktop, feeling so wronged that he didn't want to speak.

If I had a one-tenth chance of this kid back then, I would have been a sketch teacher in Burma for a long time if I found a master to give me some advice, alright?

"Then let's do this. Keep your sketch and post it on the publicity wall."

The principal didn't ask Professor Vatel at first, so he immediately made a decision.
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Spring blossoms.

A ball was kicked high from the football field, jumped over the fence beside the green field, bounced a few times on the concrete floor, and finally landed in the open space at the school gate.

The striker wearing the football school team number wiped his sweat and ran after the ball, then slowly slowed down, with a black question mark on his face.

in view,
After school, the students stood by the cultural propaganda wall at the entrance of the campus, and in a short time, a large group of people gathered together.

Some students were tiptoeing to look inside, and some were chattering about something.

Coupled with the singing of cicadas and birds all around, it is as lively as a themed temple fair.

The cultural propaganda wall on campus is like this.

Usually put there, everyone doesn't bother to take a look.

If there is any interesting news suddenly, starting from the first person stopping, everyone will subconsciously follow the herd mentality, wanting to see what's on it, like a chain reaction.

Is there any game notification?

It would be great to have a fellowship with a girls' school this year.

The forward hesitated for a moment, unable to match the curiosity in his heart, holding the ball he picked up, relying on the physical advantages of members of the sports club, he jumped left and right twice in the crowd, and he squeezed to the front amidst the complaints of his classmates. Row.

"Gu Weijing—a young artist, a good example of outstanding Dulwich people?"

He sniffled, and slowly read the text on the bulletin board.

The striker was a bit disappointed.

He didn't see the news of the young and beautiful girls he wanted to see, but saw a figure of a thin male senior in a Dulwich school uniform.

There are many campus activities in private high schools.

The large publicity board at the entrance of the school is often filled with registration notice boards for various robot competitions, social dance parties, visits to planetariums, and paid study tours to European and American universities during winter and summer vacations.

The only exception is the bulletin board at the front.

That is the principal's private plot.

The headmaster of Dulwich likes to put the most popular publicity content here for a period of time. Some time ago, this place has been the opening notice and admission list of Mrs. Sakai's advanced class.

He heard that it was a wealthy lady who was crazy about it.

Now the display board has been replaced with a full-body photo of this guy named Gu Weijing, besides the dry title of "Young Artist" who doesn't know the truth, and a copy of a document with the seal of the Cultural Bureau.

"Damn, a full member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, 17 years old, can't this be directly recommended to all universities in Myanmar."

"This senior Gu can paint with Cao Xuan, but he doesn't know the background of his family. He probably doesn't like local universities in Myanmar at all."

……

"Hey, what kind of recognition is this official member of the Painting and Calligraphy Association? Is it so powerful that you can directly go to all our local universities? Even the best Yangon University in Myanmar? You only need to join the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and You art students really take advantage of this kind of policy."

Like Gu Weijing's cousin Gu Lin, the striker of the football club is an ordinary student in the school, not an art class.

So I don't have much idea about this identity.

Hearing people's comments, he patted the shoulder of the classmate next to him who was staring enviously at the "high-level artist" certification letter, and asked.

"Take advantage?"

The little fat guy with glasses is obviously an art student.

He turned around to look at the forward with the ball in his hand, and was very dissatisfied with his behavior of standing and talking without back pain.

He squinted his eyes: "You can also take advantage of this by practicing football. If you can play U16 in Myanmar, you can also be recommended to go to a university in your country without taking the exam. It is not difficult for a famous European school. Do you have this level!"

"so smart."

The striker was pushed with neither soft nor hard, but he understood the general weight of this senior.

Those who can play in the U16 youth professional football league are all monsters. Basically, those who perform well are the seedlings of the future national team, who will play in the Asian Cup and World Cup qualifiers.

Club lovers like him are semi-amateurs at best, and the difference is too far away.

Of course, almost all those who can play U16 have taken the route of professional clubs, and rarely choose to go to university.

"It can't be compared like this. You are art students, and I am not a sports school student."

Seeing that this matter had nothing to do with his eight shots, the forward turned his head and was about to withdraw. Before squeezing out of the crowd, he stopped again and asked a casual question.

"This old man's name is Cao Xuan. What do you do? Is he famous?"

The headmaster of Dulwich posted the mural created by Cao Xuan and Gu Weijing on the bulletin board very aggressively.

He also bolded and blackened the signature of the creator [Cao Xuan/Gu Weijing], making it very large.

Apart from the bust photo of Gu Weijing in the entire bulletin board, this joint signature is the most conspicuous.

Canadians just need to set up a small speaker here, and it will be played in a loop: "Big news, big news, our students are co-creating with Mr. Cao Xuan. Big news, big news. Our students are co-creating with Mr. Cao Xuan La……"

The crowd of art students looking at the clipboard was willing to discuss a few words when they saw the certificate of recognition from the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association.

But when Cao Xuan was mentioned, everyone fell into an inexplicable hesitation.

"Oh, Cao Xuan."

"It turned out to be Cao Xuan."

"Is it really that Cao Xuan?"

"Mr. Cao Xuan seems to have indeed visited Yangon some time ago."

This kind of atmosphere reminds the forward of the gangster's feeling when he mentions the godfather in gangster movies.

It seems that the weight of the name "Cao Xuan" is too heavy, so that everyone doesn't even have the courage to talk about others.

"Little Fatty, who is better between him and Mrs. Sakai before?"

The little fat man pursed his lips, and looked at him with a look of scrutiny on art: "You don't understand anything, you can go back to Google by yourself."

"This guy still has a wiki homepage? I'm too lazy to look it up, just tell me."

"Professor Cruz's husband is a first-line painter in Asia, but he is still a whole class behind this old Mr. Cao Xuan. Do you know Picasso, have you heard of Andy Warhol, this Cao Xuan's status is not Weaker than them."

"I've heard of Picasso. Their works add up to hundreds of millions of dollars. It's such a big deal to be able to co-sign with such a big artist."

The student holding the football was shocked.

"If you play football, you can play football with Messi, if you sing, you can have a concert with Taylor Swift, and if you can draw with Mr. Cao Xuan."

The little fat man folded his arms together.

He looked proud of his yearning and pride for the seniors of the school: "By the way, there is no accurate statistics on how valuable the life works of great artists such as Picasso and Andy Warhol are. But [-] million dollars? Heh, doubling and adding a zero is the minimum."

That's a number enough to cause the pupils to dilate just to hear it.

Double $1 million and add zeroes to get $20 billion.

Yangon is the most economically developed area in Myanmar. The total GDP of 730 million people in 2019 is 4 trillion kyats, which is almost exactly the same number.

If the term "wealthy country" is a bit of an exaggeration.

So the most cutting-edge rich man in the art industry can support a city with a population of one million, which is nothing at all.

The striker tried his best to connect the number of coins of the order of four trillion kyats with the dry name on the bulletin board.

Then he moved to the thin face of the senior next to him.

"Fuck me."

He stood there in a daze, and the ball fell from his hand.

No jokes.

This shit also expressed the aspirations of all the students who saw the contents of this publicity board.

Many of these onlookers are Gu Weijing's classmates at the same level.

When they see the photos forwarded on the publicity boards or in the student group, the only thing that shocks them is the endless circulation of the word "woah".

My grass?

I grass!

I got a big grass! ! !
Mrs. Cruz and Sakai Katsuko meet every day at school, but their mother and daughter are like a gorgeous cloud of fire floating in the sky.

Pretty, but unreal.

to be honest,
People have nothing to do with you.

Everyone is either about to be an adult or has already grown up. The ethos of the private noble school is a bit of a comparison. The students of so-and-so's family know what class they are in their hearts.

No one would foolishly believe that everyone is a student's classmate, and that they are united, friendly, mutual, and equal.

The division of the class gap left an accurate scale in everyone's heart.

Professor Cruz just stays on top of your head for a short while, and when the semester is over, he floats away with a snap.

90.00% nine chances are when the art path meets next time.

Mrs. Cruz and Ms. Sakai are standing on the stage of the art museum brilliantly, and you are just off the stage, in front of the TV news, the unknown onlookers.

You will definitely remember the other person's name, and the other person will definitely not remember your name.

At most, they would point to the broadcast in front of the TV and brag to their family and friends, "It's pretty, I was a classmate with her for half a year."

Except for a few people who are selected into the advanced class, they may be able to get a letter of recommendation from Mrs. Sakai.

This is the fate of most people and this mother and daughter in their lives.

Classes are different, how can a country art princess like you be friends with a country cannon like you?

It wasn't until they saw the bulletin board, Gu Weijing, who was also a little transparent in the grade, and the textbook that they saw the joint fairy tale of Mr. Cao Xuan.

How to describe it?
The seven fairies went down to earth to marry Dong Yong, a cowherd boy, and the old fairy Zhang Guolao sat down on the little donkey in the mill at the entrance of the village.

The main thing is a myth.

they know,

From today to many years from now.

Gu Weijing, the senior, will probably become a new legend in the school, passed on by word of mouth from generation to generation of Dulwich College students.

(End of this chapter)