Almighty painter

Chapter 294
This verbal statement made the assistant stunned on the spot.

The unfinished words are stuck in your mouth, and you don't know how to answer the other person's self-talk.

This is how artists think they have failed!
why?
They are all famous painters of knife painting. No matter how big the gap in painting techniques is, how big can it be?

Even if Detective Cat and Professor Boggs were really better drawn.

That should be just a negligible detail between 95 and 98 points on the transcript.

Faced with Master Jane Arnold's previous reprimand, it was impossible for the assistant to argue with the employer.

However, in his mind, let alone Detective Cat, the assistant was actually more optimistic about Ms. Anya than the boring Professor Boggs.

The advantages of this novel painting method should be enough to offset the slight disadvantages of technique.

Why did she suddenly give up on herself!

"But... you haven't finished this work yet."

The assistant spread his hands and tried to persuade him.

"Like I just told you, it doesn't matter anymore. For Tony, this work will definitely not have the effect of opening his heart."

There was not much dejection in Ms. Anya's tone. It sounded like she was just stating an objective fact that was bound to happen and could not be changed.

The assistant suddenly woke up.

When faced with the sika deer footprints she had just trampled on, Ms. Anya said "not important" - it was not that the footprints he had trampled were unimportant, but that the entire work was meaningless.

“Classical art emphasizes technique, modern art emphasizes form, and avant-garde art emphasizes concept.”

"I heard that Eastern painters have a saying about painting, which is called the finishing touch. You can add a few strokes to a painting to enhance the artistic conception of the entire work. I don't know how credible this statement is, at least I don't have it. Magic, and neither does this piece.”

After Anya finished lighting the parrot's feathers, she took off her gloves.

"Out of respect for art, I will still finish all the paintings of "Pet Love" in the next few days, but I can feel that Tony does not like my painting."

"Perhaps when this magnificent work is completed, the result will be different. Just like judging the quality of a movie, you always need to see the ending."

The assistant still persisted in persuading.

The female artist threw her gloves on the plastic paper aside, turned her head and stared at Tony next to her, and said softly.

"Modern art is different from movies. The essence lies in the creative form."

“If the process of creating this painting does not ignite Mr. Tony’s curiosity and passion for art, then the ending of a few more or fewer animals on this wall will not make any difference.”

The female artist walked over, wrapped her head around Tony's head like a pity nun, and patted his back helplessly.

"Poor kid, I'm really sorry. I heard you're about the same age as me, but there's probably nothing I can do to help you."

Anya also happens to be 41 years old this year.

She looks much younger than Tony. In the studio, she only wears a personalized pajamas and gray beach shorts with a cultural shirt that says "It's better to lie down when learning to draw". One of her plump thighs is exposed and her feet are bare. Step on the ground.

This female artist with blond hair and shawl is not beautiful, but her eyes are deep, sometimes childish, and full of femininity.

The assistant often likes to go to Anya's studio.

Not only did he come to watch her artistic creation process, he was also thinking about whether he could ask this painter sister, who still adheres to bachelorism, out for a cup of coffee.

Unfortunately, Tony is just a kid who won't grow up.

This charming hug that made the assistant want to move made Tony shrink back in fear, and even stepped over a palette lying at his feet.

"That's it. I would rather see him playing in the mud with paint than standing there so dull. Playing in the mud means that he is still curious about the outside world. Standing there in a dull manner Here, it’s just a puppet, and I can’t establish any spiritual communication with him.”

Ms. Anya shook her head and sighed.

"Knife painting is a good way to get started with painting."

"Dr. Jin and I composed the painting, thinking that even if Tony painted some raving symbols, I would be able to communicate through painting and try to slowly amplify the emotions he showed."

"I can turn the mud into a fairy tale castle, and turn the trampled sika deer footprints into a burning sun. Even the messy lines drawn by some children, I can turn into meteors sliding across the sky of the universe. Only he If I don’t draw anything, then I don’t get any feedback.”

“1的100倍是100，0的100倍还是0，托尼就像是一座苍白的雕塑，这就是我尝试失败的原因。我们的脑电波完全就不在同一个频道上。”

Anya pointed to the bottom pattern on the wall.

"This was my last attempt, but it still wasn't very successful."

There is a series of clear kitten footprints at the door of the floor. The petal-like paw prints of the kitten are decorated with rainbow-like arcs.

It leads from the doorway to the very center of the wall.

A gray cat is lying there, with a leisurely posture and beautiful fur. It tilts its head and looks into the depths of the void with its dark pupils.

"That's a cute little guy, isn't it?"

Anya crossed her arms and looked at the portrait on the wall: "Have you seen the farewell video? I feel like my heart is broken. Do you think the painting I painted looks like it?"

"Amy? It looks similar."

To the assistant, the cats with folded ears all look the same, the only difference is that they are fatter and thinner.

He actually didn't see anything special about the cat drawn by Ms. Anya, but of course he knew it was the cat the other party was talking about.

"Tony is a caring child, and Amy is a good cat who only cares. Dr. Jin thinks there is little hope, but I still want to try drawing Amy."

"To be honest, I am a dog lover. I have always felt that cats are a bit indifferent to humans and do not care for them well. But Amy completely refreshed my understanding of cats as pets. I also want to have a cat that is so affectionate."

Anya shook her head.

"You said the portrait I drew, I think I painted the Amy in my heart, but it is definitely not the Amy in Tony's heart, otherwise his reaction would not be so dull."

She crossed her arms.

After struggling for a minute or two, the artist pursed her lips in a rather girlish manner: "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter. Tony is already 41 years old. Facing a 41-year-old autistic patient, all we can do is to do our best and listen to fate. Originally, this invitation originated from Dr. Jin's immature suggestion. Maybe draw a knife and draw a picture It didn’t work at all on our Tony.”

The assistant said with relief: "Queenstown is still a beautiful place. Just treat it as a trip here for a week or two. I wonder if you are interested in the weekend..." "Huh? What are you talking about."

Only halfway through his talk about asking the young lady, Anya frowned and expressed confusion.

"Uh?"

"You may have misunderstood. What I mean when I say it doesn't matter is that it doesn't matter if I'm not good at painting, because there are two masters, Boggs and Detective Cat, involved in the creation. No matter what Oil Painting magazine says, compared to them, I'm nothing. It’s just a bit of a tease.”

Ms. Anya's eyes flashed with anticipation: "I really want to know what answers these two artists will give."
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Boggs is completely different from the elegant co-founder of the gallery. He is only slightly younger than Jane Arnold and looks like an old man.

He also did not go to Jane Arnold's studio to create, but he also did not ask for a special studio to be transformed.

Professor Boggs just sent someone to the guest bedroom on the third floor to deliver the corresponding easel and painting tools.

While the assistant was talking to Anya, the old man was slowly selecting one of the dozen old folk records placed on the upper shelf.

The needle fell, and the lyrical slow-tempo music came from the old gramophone, mixing into the blue and jade-like lake outside the window.

The sound of the music was slow, and Professor Boggs' movements while standing in front of the drawing board were also slow.

Like an upgraded video shot in 60-frame format and played back in 24-frame format, everything in the room seems unhurried.

Even the cute white folded cat that Tony didn't want but was carried into his room by Professor Boggs was lying on the window sill and dozing lazily.

Western University Society.

In terms of job design, corresponding to the rare ratio of about [-]:[-] to ordinary professors, tenured professors are creatures that can stand at the top of the food chain.

Before you have tenure, there will be various teaching KPIs, various assessments, competition for research resources, and various political struggles on campus.

They may also face the risk of being kicked out of the university because their teaching performance is not up to standard.

No matter what is Chinese or foreign.

Respectable teaching positions in universities are always in demand, and competition is fierce. A lecturer position at a mid- to lower-tier state university may receive many applications from doctoral students at top Ivy League schools.

But when you become a tenured professor, the pace of life immediately slows down.

That's what "lifelong" means.

As long as he does not commit crimes, sexually harass students, engage in very low-level racial discrimination and academic misconduct, and cause damage to the reputation of the school, he will be invincible on a regular basis.The school has almost no performance requirements for him and he will never be fired or expelled.

Professors in science and engineering colleges may still be under pressure to obtain millions of dollars in funding from the school to conduct experiments and maintain research.

Professors of literature and art subjects can just let themselves go if they want to.

The Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts is not a very good art school, but Professor Boggs still has a base salary of US$[-] per year plus various subsidies and allowances.

A flexible work system is implemented, with five weeks of additional vacation per year, and an additional seven months of fully paid travel vacation in every four-year working cycle.

The so-called work is just 2.5 hours of teaching time per week, and going to my small studio to take care of a few young people who are interested in me and want to spend time in the unpopular field of knife painting. Just students.

Of course, his work inbox will always be filled with invitations to various art conferences and exchange activities.

It's just that Professor Boggs has long passed the age when he was young and would excitedly plan how to travel to France and Switzerland with public funds and ski for free.

People will get tired if they take too many holidays.

For him now, it can still keep him stimulated and make the aging heart in his chest feel like a 20-year-old boy again, with only a few proposals beating vigorously.

For example, Jane Arnold’s invitation this time.

Another example is the previous curatorial proposal from the Metropolitan Museum.

"Um...Detective Cat."

Professor Box's arm holding the painting knife paused slightly for a few seconds.

The old man let out a sigh of unknown meaning, and then started painting on the drawing board at his unique 0.5 times speed rhythm.

The professor's hand movements were like an old man doing Tai Chi, and the speed at which the pattern was formed on the linen canvas was not slow at all. If you compare it carefully, it was even faster than the speed at which Ms. Anya downstairs painted various animal portraits on the wall. Get another three points quickly.

The field of art does not pursue speed. Drawing fast does not necessarily equate to drawing well.

Generally speaking, painters who can form pictures faster than ordinary people usually fall into one of two categories: extreme recklessness or extreme self-confidence.

His movements were not rapid.

The painting is extremely accurate and stable.

The oil painting knife itself is difficult to control, and when even ordinary art students use the oil painting knife to modify and modify paintings, the knife surface will leave traces of threads on the canvas after the paint has been squeezed and the metal has been moved.

Some of these knife marks can be retained to create a unique texture on the canvas, while some unnecessary ones will be retouched.

Professor Boggs completely omitted the process of retouching and erasing.

There is a complete net in his mind, which completely covers where each stroke of paint should start and where it should end, whether it is shallow or thin, or thick or light.

The complete appearance of an oil painting, in Professor Boggs's mind, is like a computer modeling analysis, broken down into hundreds of oil painting knife-touch lines.

他只需要按照1、2、3、4、5……迅速而高效的画下去就好。

Do not,
The metaphor of a computer seems too mechanical and old-fashioned when applied to someone who is truly the strongest in the field of knife painting.

Even though Hua Dao Hua is a very small temple, it is true.

Before the sudden appearance of Detective Cat, Professor Boggs had always been the largest golden Bodhisattva in this small temple.

Every painting tool is an extension of the artist's thinking and a fascinating ocean.

Most painters will choose to use oil paints as a boat to carry their dreams. Like Ms. Anya, she wears a bikini and plays on the beaches of various oceans, trying to take the water from the five oceans and turn it into a strait of her own. .

Few are like Professor Boggs.

Ever since he was a child in a rural community, he would find it fun to use the back of a spoon to smear jam, milkshakes, and the runny egg yolks fried by his grandmother on breakfast bread to create various patterns every morning. He has been doing this all his life. I have an inseparable relationship with using thin metal surfaces to express inspiration and creativity.

When he was young, he turned into a swimming fish and jumped from the edge of the sea cliff painted with a knife, trying to explore the magnificent scenery at the deepest part of the sea.

(End of this chapter)