Almighty painter

Chapter 27 The Young Genius
What kind of person is Mr. Cao.

To be able to make a fortune for Chinese paintings in the European market as a Chinese by himself, the old man has never seen such a storm.

Don't think that the water of art is so clear.

The biggest difference between art and showbiz is that although the price of the art market has risen over the past 30 years, it is related to many factors such as hype and speculation.

Compared with mass media, it is still a relatively niche and mysterious category.

Niche means especially the upper market, with so many buyers, so many galleries, and so much money circulating in this circle.

One radish and one hole, and you are also a master. If you have been more sought after in the past ten years, naturally some of your colleagues will be treated coldly.

All kinds of intrigue are also indispensable.

What about buying sex with a body worker and being accused of being raped? Going to a bar for a walk around and getting white powder on my body inexplicably.

This kind of thing has been heard and seen by Mr. Cao in the past half a century.

Contrary to what Tanaka Masakazu thought, Mr. Cao actually didn't care about the truth of the matter, whether it was framed or not, if Mr. Cao wanted to pursue it to the end, it would be a big matter.

But Mr. Cao didn't want to pursue it in the first place, and the result of this matter was better than he expected, so this is not a problem.

Different status brings different horizons.

However, Mr. Cao didn't want to just let Gu Weijing go.

If you obviously did something wrong, but you are encouraged just because the result is good, then it is not good for the child's growth.He can't have such good luck forever.

What if he messes up the drawing?
This time I have my own back, so what about next time, what about next time?

Some things, as long as you make a mistake once, there will be no next time.

A very real thing, in the European art market, if you are white, you have opportunities, and you can also make mistakes.

But if you are yellow, you not only have fewer opportunities, but you must not make mistakes.

Stories of bitterness over the media, reformation, and a second spring in an artistic career belong to the people of this country.

If you are Chinese, no one will give you a second chance, any mistakes are unforgivable, and any stains you have will be rejected by the gallery.

You are wrong, you are Chinese trash, get out immediately, there is no second time.

The old gentleman wanted to know what kind of person the boy was.

"I know there might be something wrong with this mural."

Gu Weijing was stared at by the bright eyes of the little old man, and felt that all the little thoughts in his heart had been pierced.

"Since you know, why do you still want to paint and want to be famous? Why, you are talented, and Lin Tao wants to accept you as an apprentice, but you are not satisfied, not greedy enough, and can't wait to become famous?"

The crowd fell silent immediately, because the words were very unpleasant.

"Tell me what's on your mind."

Cao Lao asked: "I warn you, kid. It's okay for young people to make mistakes, but if you continue to be dishonest, I will be very disappointed."

"No."

Gu Weijing was completely immersed in the joy of obtaining "The Notes of Mojie" at that time, and he really didn't think of becoming famous at all.

"why."

Cao Lao's tone became even colder.

"Itchy hands?"

Gu Weijing hesitated for a moment, but still said.

With itchy hands, Mr. Cao was stunned for a moment. He thought that the other party might argue, but he didn't expect such an answer at all.

"Seeing such a good painting opportunity, I don't want to give up."

Cao Lao was silent for a moment.

"Then if you make a mistake, if such a good painting falls into your hands, as a painter, don't you feel it's a pity?"

"I think I can draw the best."

"The best? Dare to say the best at a young age, what a big tone."

Cao Lao took a deep breath from his nose: "I won't talk about the paint, the face of Guanyin in this painting is majestic and compassionate, and the empress and empress respectfully follow the statutes of a human monarch...you can configure it Pigment, you can also use the pen in these places?"

When Mr. Cao was admiring the murals, he found that although Gu Weijing's paint configuration was amazing, his brush proficiency was still very average.

It's just that ordinary people are good, not to mention comparing with myself, any young professor in the room would beat him up, that's why I asked this question.

"So I didn't draw."

Gu Weijing pointed to the blank space on the mural: "I only painted the corner of the concubine's clothes and other things. I didn't dare to paint other parts."

"If you finish painting these details and no one finds out what's going on on your side, don't you continue to paint?" Cao Lao looked at the mural on the side again.

"No painting."

"Then you should inform the staff first." Cao Lao said a little unconvinced.

"Feel sorry."

"Sorry for nothing, you didn't do anything wrong, there is nothing to apologize for."

Another long time passed.

Mr. Cao has been looking at the painting on one side without making a sound.

Just when everyone is strange.

"Gu Weijing, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you a few questions." Cao Lao said suddenly.

hum~
The discussion in the crowd that had been suppressed just now suddenly rose again.

"consult."

Not to ask, but to ask.

As a person who can be written into the history of world art, there is actually no living artist with a higher status than Mr. Cao in this world.

One of the highest awards in the light art world, at the Venice International Art Biennale, the Golden Lion Award awarded to the best international participating artist won a total of three.

This is like a giant physicist who has won more than one Nobel Prize in the scientific community, and then there may be legendary masters like Newton and Einstein.

Among the living physicists, there may be a few who are at the same level as him, but even if the works can be sold for a higher price, it is really hard to say that he is more powerful than Mr. Cao.

Counting from the middle of the twentieth century onwards, the most expensive work may be Andy Warhol (Andy Warhol), who is the soul, leader and godfather of Pop Art.

This old gentleman, who is a bit like a rock male model in an art magazine such as "Harper's Bazaar", should be the first man who can sell his prints to the order of 7000 to [-] million pounds since the concept of art. artist.

Yes, it is print.

In a sense, this is much more successful than Van Gogh.

But must he be more successful than Mr. Cao?

Hard to say.

After all, he is only a promoter of pop art, not a pioneer.

He also did not have such a great achievement as founding a sect.

There are also people who accuse him of criticizing his gravure printing, woodblock rubbing is not art at all, but just cheating.

In the eyes of these artists and professors, Mr. Cao has always been an unattainable giant, and everyone is a junior and a student in front of the little old man.

How long had it been since they had seen the old gentleman use the word "ask for advice"?

Moreover, the object turned out to be a middle school student who was still dissatisfied.

"Please ask, as long as I know, I will tell you."

Gu Weijing hurriedly bent down, he could not afford to ask this old gentleman for advice.

"The lady's blue dress has silver vermilion, red red, um, there should be a little gamboge powder... right?"

Gu Weijing nodded in admiration.

Even with the assistance of "Mojie Notes", he spent a lot of effort in configuring these pigments, tried several different formulas, and finally found the most suitable one.

As a result, Mr. Cao just looked at it casually, and then he raised his mouth and told the exact formula of himself.

"Then how to adjust the thin but not bright colors. I also thought of silver vermilion and gamboge, but I still can't approximate the slightly weathered feeling of other parts of the mural. It should not be as simple as diluting the paint."

Cao Lao looked at the picture, "And here, how did you achieve this cool and slightly moist feeling?"

"I tried egg whites with non-refined eggs."

"Egg white...is it similar to tempera painting?"

"You came up with this yourself?"

"I tried some inherent formulas, and then tried out a little bit based on the knowledge my elders taught me."

Of course Wang Wei is an elder in the calligraphy and painting circles. Of course, Gu Weijing knew that others would probably regard him as his grandfather.

Mr. Cao raised his head to look at the murals, then looked down at the young man with colorful clothes on his clothes during the process of arranging the paints, and finally smiled.

"What a young genius, you are really good, better than me, an old bone."

he exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)