Almighty painter

Chapter 279 New Zealand

Many medical studies in the world are very accidental, and it is discovered that something has outstanding therapeutic effects in a certain field, thus bringing a lot of wealth and social status in return.

For example, mold spots accidentally dropped on a petri dish can be sterilized, a drug to treat diarrhea has a good effect on lowering blood pressure, or a special drug originally developed to lower blood pressure turns into Viagra for treating physiological disorders.

He speculated in advance.

The drawing method of drawing with a knife is often ignored by psychiatrists because it is too unpopular. This is why no one has noticed that it can trigger more activity in the cerebral cortex than conventional watercolor illustrations.

Depending on the situation, maybe it’s the undiscovered new world in the autism industry.

To this end, he found various painting knives to draw artworks, and even two students personally learned the relevant techniques of using oil painting knives for testing.

For a long time in the past, Hua Dao Hua has been famous for allowing amateurs without any art skills to get started quickly.

But the moment they saw the research results, the scholars were really confused.

His guess was right.

Unfortunately, that's only half true.

Bright impasto painting can indeed stimulate the brains of people with autism, but the effect is not significant.

Hitting an inappropriate place.

If the effect of the ordinary fairy tale illustrations in the control group is 1, and the effect of the new version of "The Little Prince" is 10, then the general effect of the knife-drawing pictures he found can only hover between 1.5 and 3.

In order to control variables, the scholar even used limited funds to hire an expert in knife painting to re-copy a cover illustration of "The Little Prince".

Although there are differences visible to the naked eye in the look and feel of the picture, generally the elements and composition that the original illustration of Detective Cat should have have been reproduced.

But the copy can only achieve about half of the effect of the original.

This is very paradoxical.

The so-called science should be the kind of hard and solid objective laws that govern all things and do not exist due to Yao or destroyed due to Jie.

The biggest difference between it and occultism is that occultism exists because of a specific religious carrier, and all scientific research can be reproduced.

This is also the main restriction currently restricting old academics from publishing papers.

How was he going to explain to the academic community that only the illustrations drawn by the detective cat with an oil painting knife had such good effects?
Then the new version of "The Little Prince" has become the scientific version of the "Shroud of Turin" and other sacred relics!
"It's the effect of the drawing method of drawing with a knife... But in the current research on Detective Cat's works, the effect is more significant than ordinary people." The old man carefully considered his words.

"That's why Detective Cat has a higher level of technical control than other painters who draw knife paintings, right? Her works can communicate with the soul better." Anna said with a smile.

Detective cats draw better - this is the most reliable answer the research team at King's College London can come up with so far.

If you think of illustration therapy as a surgery or spiritual massage for the soul.

So this conclusion is not unacceptable.

Why can only one or two authoritative doctors perform some high-end surgeries?

Why do some of Manhattan's top yoga therapists sell a two-hour therapy session for $10?

In the "Doctor Strange" movie, there is only one surgeon in the world who can treat the protagonist Strange's complicated hand fracture. This is not a fictional plot of Marvel.

In the real world, it is not impossible for one or two surgeons to monopolize all high-end cases in a specific medical field and earn hundreds of millions in surgical fees a year.

Especially in specialized fields such as ophthalmology or sports orthopedics.

The medical textbooks and surgical plans are there. Why can he make this money but other doctors can't?The bottom line is that he has better surgical skills.

But in the minds of old scholars, they subconsciously believe that surgery is a much more complicated field than painting or music.

What can be so profound about playing the strings and brushing the paint on the canvas?

Moreover, the term "good painting" is too abstract, and there is no clear and clear scientific standard for concreteness.

So he didn't like the answer very much.

"I prefer to think that there are some principles of painting details that we have not yet explored in Detective Cat's painting effects, which trigger visual reflections from the audience. After all, brain science is still a field full of unknowns... The soul is still too nonsense. ”

The old scholar bleated with difficulty.

The world view is different, and Miss Elena did not argue too much.

After asking a few more questions, the girl happily put down the phone.

The donation of 500 million euros still has many follow-up agendas, which require handover between the foundation and King's University.

These matters will naturally be handled by the staff.

Anna now had the answer she wanted.

Since knife drawing is indeed very effective in treating autism, and Detective Cat Sister’s skills are precious and irreplaceable.

As an agent, she had too much room for negotiation.

"As expected of my Van Gogh, my sister is awesome!"

Anna didn't care how unreasonable this thing was.

Art has always been an unreasonable thing. It is a collision between soul and soul, and a blend between mind and mind.

Interesting souls and brushwork techniques that directly touch people's hearts are as precious as gold.

How could an ordinary painter be able to reproduce it so easily?
"Let's make an appointment for an online phone call. I have a task that I need to talk to you about." Anna sent a message to Detective Cat.

Then she sat in front of the computer and began to edit the draft email to reply to Jane Arnold.
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The steam turbine was running, and fluffy smoke came out of the chimney, mixing with the rain clouds in the sky.

New Zealand,
Queenstown Farm on the shores of Lake Wakatipu.

The white-bearded farmer faced the water that was inlaid on the earth like green emeralds, playing a viola alone in the rain.

The assistant held an umbrella and stood in the drizzle, listening to the clever Mozart pieces jumping out from the piano wires.

“I studied music when I was a child, and I once dreamed of becoming a violinist who could perform in the symphony hall. It wasn’t until I was 12 years old that my family couldn’t afford a private home classroom, which ended my musical dream and I had to change my career. Pick up the paintbrush..."

The farmer sighed.

"Is this artistic talent? Maybe you had a bright future when you went to music school, and you might become a real violin master now!"

The assistant licked his lips.

Of course this is flattery.

But being a personal assistant to a great artist is like being a physical therapist to a top athlete.

In addition to normal work content, it is also part of their job to keep employers in a long-term happy mood and provide positive emotional guidance.

With the identity of the old man in front of me, it is not difficult to be a guest musician.

The concert halls in New Zealand's capital are all available for rent.

There is nothing wrong with hiring a local professional symphony orchestra to accompany the Lala Concerto, as long as you are rich enough or have enough status.

This old man is both rich and prestigious.

"No, no, no, a true violin master would not play in the rain."

"The piano is their second life. How could they be willing to let the precious Italian spruce sound panel get damp in the rain? Just like I would never hold an open-air art exhibition in the sun and let the strong ultraviolet rays damage it. to the luster of the paint. Your devotion to art is the second most important factor that determines the height of your art." The old man turned his head and said plainly, "Transferring to another school when I was 12 years old was the luckiest moment in my life, bar none. .”

"I still play the piano now, just to play it to Tony occasionally."

His eyes glanced at the "child" under the sun lounger under the assistant's umbrella.

Tony is huge, over 1 meters tall.

He was wearing a casual T-shirt and bell-bottom pants, his hair was meticulously taken care of, and there was not a trace of stubble on his strong square jaw. Judging from his attire, he looked like the kind of business elite who could be seen everywhere on the Emerald Lake taking a vacation.

however,
The moment anyone looks at this burly man, they will find that there is a little child hidden deep in his gray eyes.

It's not the childish look that people often say.

Childish eyes should be clear and smart, but the eyes of the man on the sun lounger only have the youthfulness and confusion of a child of several years old.

His physical age is 41 years old, which is about what the Dongxia people consider to be their forties.The level of intellectual development is not much better than that of a normal four-year-old child, and there are also certain emotional defects.

But such a person is the only child of master illustrator Jane Arnold, and the only relative she has now.

"Tony, I taught you how to tie your shoes? Remember?"

Jian Arnold lowered his head and looked at the muddy shoelaces scattered on his sneakers, touched his son's head, and said as if coaxing a puppy.

"Shoes...shoes..."

Tony's gray eyes blinked like a confused puppy, and he mumbled words that should be related to shoes.

The 41-year-old kid, who was holding a stuffed cat toy, hesitantly stared at his size 41 feet.

His eyes looked at the shoelaces with timidity and curiosity, like a scientist staring at some complex, exquisite and dangerous experimental equipment.

Three times he stretched out his hand, but three times he pulled it back as if he was electrocuted.

In the end, tears flashed in those big confused gray eyes, and they looked at their father timidly.

"I want... Maomao, I want... Amy... Mi."

"After tying the shoelaces, let's go find Maomao. Remember how to tie the shoelaces? Tie the two rope ends crosswise and tie a bow. Oh, forget it..."

Jane Arnold shook his head and sighed.

He said the same thing when Tony was 4 years old, he said it when he was 14 years old, he said it over and over again when he was 24 years old and 34 years old.

Day after day, thousands of times.

When Jane Arnold said this 40 years ago, she was full of surprises about becoming a father for the first time.

Thirty years ago, when he was irritable and anxious, there were times when he wanted to suffocate that stupid guy with a pillow in his bedroom.

Twenty years ago, Jane Arnold would swear to the sky that whoever could teach his son to take care of his own daily life, he would be willing to give 20 million US dollars to that person as a thank you.

to today.

I have loved and hated.

Love, distress, pain, anxiety, hatred... When all the seven emotions and six desires in the world flowed through the old man's heart, all that was left was the family love that had accumulated over the past 40 years.

Just like a classic quote from the fairy tale book called "The Little Prince" that he recently read with Tony - "You spend so much time and energy on a rose, and it becomes yours. Better than thousands of roses in the world.”

How well said this is.

Tony was his son, his most important relative.

This is not because half of his own blood is bleeding on his body, nor is it because his late wife held his hand before she died and asked him to promise to take good care of Tony.

It's because he spent 40 years taking care of this little guy.

Even if a stone has been hanging beside me for 40 years, it has absorbed my body temperature.

Just be stupid.

Even if his son can't even learn to tie his shoes, even if there are thousands of people outside crying and shouting that they want to be his son.

The old gentleman was also unwilling to change.

Jane Arnold shook off the water droplets on the crimson alto violin and casually placed the handmade violin worth tens of thousands of New Zealand dollars on the grass nearby, stopping the assistant next to him from trying to help.

I knelt down on one knee and tied the shoelaces on my son's feet carefully and carefully.

"Cat...Amy."

Tony held his father's clothes and said vaguely.

Without the old gentleman's instructions, the assistant clapped his hands, and immediately a Filipino maid came over holding a little kitten with bright hair.

It was a purebred Scottish Fold cat with bright hair.

It is obviously a carefully selected variety, and it looks like a little white angel.

The cost of acquiring such a noble cat in New Zealand, including adoption procedures, a complete cattery and deworming vaccinations, is more than $5000.

Tony's eyes lit up for a moment, but after a few seconds, there was doubt in his expression.

"No...no, not Amy."

"Amy is in your arms." Jane Arnold patiently pointed to the puppet in her son's arms.

"Not a cat."

This middle-aged boy with severe mental retardation and incomplete language skills rarely showed logic in his words. He looked at the doll in his hand and repeated seriously: "It, this, is not a cat."

Then he glanced at the ragdoll cat in the Filipino maid's arms, and emphasized his tone again: "That, no, Amy."

Tony pulled the sleeve of Jane Arnold's clothes, like a child who would make trouble if he couldn't get candy on Halloween, and said repeatedly.

"I want Amy, Cat, Cat, Cat, Amy..."

The words CAT and AMY jumped out of the big boy's mouth intermittently, which was quite rhythmic, like a rap song consisting of only two syllables.

Seeing this embarrassing and funny scene, the assistant on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Of course he knew what those two words meant.

When Tony was young, pet therapy was very popular in the 20s and 90s.

Doctors believe that the intelligence level of patients with severe autism is not much higher than that of domestic pets. Smart pets may be more patient than anxious parents, and can become more intimate friends who accompany autistic children.

A fold-eared cat named Amy became Tony's best playmate from childhood to adolescence and throughout his intellectual development.

This therapy has a certain effect.

There's just one thing that doctors may not have considered carefully. The lifespan of a cat with folded ears will almost certainly not exceed 15 years.

Amy is destined to be unable to accompany her autistic little master throughout his life.

(End of this chapter)