Almighty painter

Chapter 295 Legendary Level and Jane Arnold’s Gift

I chose Fang Qianhai, the oil painting knife in my hand, as my lifelong ambition.

Objectively, Boggs lost a lot of opportunities.

Throughout his life, his high-quality paintings could only be sold for about $06, and the most important awards he won were only the "Best Painting Creativity Award" at the [-] Seattle Biennial. Second-rate painting prize at the annual exhibition.

Professor Boggs was fortunate enough to participate in two art fairs in New York.

The total sales amount is no more than the price of a low-end Porsche 911.

Collectors are a little unsure about the future appreciation potential of this non-mainstream painting method, and their response has been relatively lukewarm.

Not to mention Jane Arnold, the million-dollar illustrator.

Personal achievements are much inferior to those of the younger Ms. Anya.

But it also allowed Professor Boggs to obtain many benefits that are difficult to obtain by mainstream oil painters.

Oil paint brushes are too delicate and complex, and the title "No. 1 oil paint brush" is something that no mainstream painter would even dare to think of.

Not even Leonardo da Vinci or Picasso, no critic would dare to call them such.

Boggs is recognized as "the No. 1 user of oil painting knives".

No one thought this title was too arrogant.

When the shareholders of "Oil Painting" magazine thought about who could authoritatively deny Detective Cat's artistic achievements in the field of knife painting, the name that came to their minds was this old professor.

He kept sinking and swimming towards the bottom of the sea.

Art is a game where the big fish eats the small fish. Experience and age competition are the resources that a painter constantly eats and grows.

Half a century is enough for a small shrimp to grow into a huge blue whale.

After his hair turned white, he gradually saw the ultimate in this technique.

He compared in detail the works of artists such as Titian, Edward Jones and James Whistler who were good at using oil painting knives to shape shapes in their works. These predecessors were the teaching materials and steps for the old man to learn knife painting.

In terms of oil painting knife skills alone, they are slightly inferior to themselves.

Professor Boggs thought that he had already reached a new realm that no one in history had ever set foot on.

The unseen scenery deep in the abyss is the reward for his efforts.

did not expect.

After being invincible in the world for almost 20 years, he actually saw another figure beside him who was keeping pace with him, and even...she was even further away.

"interesting."

Professor Boggs put down the painting knife in his hand.

The thousands of thoughts in his mind did not disturb his painting action. After a while, the work on the canvas in front of him was fully formed.

It was a "Lake View" depicting the scenery outside the window.

The prismatic trajectory pressed by the blade cleverly turns into ripples on the water surface, which is extremely exquisite.

If someone could watch the painting process of Professor Boggs and Gu Weijing in Yangon at the same time.

You will find that regardless of the age difference, there is a strong similarity between the two people's techniques and processes.

Even the movements of the painting knife have the same rhythmic feel.

Also without thinking.

It is also the same as flowing clouds and flowing water, which flows after being familiar with it.

Professor Boggs snorted slightly.

The old man looked at the work at hand for a few seconds, then picked up the drawing knife again and made a bold move that would shock the jaws of the students who were familiar with him in his studio.

He gently scrapes the paint at the junction of the emerald lake and the sky with the side of the blade, allowing the paint to be pushed by external pressure and mix with each other as it penetrates into the texture of the linen canvas.

This is a new skill that Professor Boggs has just mastered. The source is... the detective cat.

Excellent painters are always like the fruits on the vine, one after another.

Outstanding literary and artistic workers in history often spontaneously formed small groups, cliques, and appeared together.

Just like Schiller and Goethe, Manet and Monet, Boya and Zhong Ziqi.

Philosophers quarreled with each other in newspapers and magazines like eating and drinking. In another form, their fates were deeply bound to each other.

This is not only because interesting souls will spontaneously attract each other, but also because healthy competition between masters will stimulate each other's creativity and achieve each other's achievements.

The improvement of ordinary painters' painting techniques relies on diligent study and practice, as well as strict standardized art training.

The improvement of painting techniques relies on epiphanies and self-breakthroughs in the face of bottlenecks.

There are many liars who draw half-full bottles of water with a knife, and the only ones who can be named are three or two big cats and kittens.

The disadvantage of being the strongest in a certain technique is that there are few painters in the same field who are qualified to inspire him.

After he turned 50, he looked forward to learning from other art forms.

Until Detective Cat appears.

Not only did it put pressure on Professor Boggs, it also opened a door to a new world for him.

Professor Boggs loved the newly published set of "The Little Prince" and couldn't put it down.

After careful study, he laughed heartily in the professor's lounge of the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts, as if he had been pierced through a layer of window paper.

It turns out you can still draw like this!

It turns out that an oil painting knife can be used like this!

Professor Boggs has been trapped outside the ultimate realm of knife painting for more than ten years. "The Little Prince" quietly opened this door through a crack.

He easily opened the door with his powerful painting skills and saw the starry sky.

The professor raised his hand.

The cream-like pigments bite and mix obediently under Boggs' control.

The end of the emerald green lake melted into the emerald blue sky, and the sky was dyed with a bit of moisture.

Even the clouds were caught in the mist and stained with the deep glow.

"That's it, it's great."

The professor nodded proudly.

The old man picked up the cat next to him, teasing its chin with his fingers, and shaking his head arrogantly: "The detective cat is very good at drawing, and has aura, but he has mastered the technique, and an old professor like me is better." Better than that, right?"

The paint that accidentally rubbed on Professor Boggs' fingers stained the cat's snow-white fur.

If he was holding Awang, he might have bitten him.

However, the Scottish Fold cat, a pet cat specially bred in the mid-to-late 20th century, has a much softer and more adorable temperament than the native cat that catches mice.

The white kitten opened its eyes in confusion, not knowing what kind of madness this weird old man suddenly got.

"Kitten, kitten, you don't know...how much I look forward to seeing her work. I believe I will win."

Professor Boggs held the cat and walked around the room.He certainly has enough arrogance.

Because if Gu Weijing puts a calligraphy and painting appraisal technique on the work that old Professor Zhang just painted, it will be very difficult for him to do it.

He will see this prompt appear on the system panel——

[Title of work: "Twilight at the Emerald Lake"]

[Painting Technique: Painting with Knife Painting·Legendary Level]
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"Queenstown's pier is the only old-fashioned coal-fired cruise ship in New Zealand that still operates. It is very local. The billowing smoke always makes tourists mistakenly think they have entered the Victorian era. Local environmental organization It has been protesting that its furnaces pollute the air quality throughout Emerald Lake, causing residents throughout the area to smoke 'cruise company second-hand smoke.' It may not continue to operate for a few years, do you want to experience it?"

The furnishings on a master illustrator's dining table are not fundamentally different from those in an ordinary person's dining room.

The TV hanging on the wall played the local evening news at the lowest volume, and on the table was Thai food ordered from a nearby restaurant.

During dinner, although both artists came over to treat his son.

But Jane Arnold, the father, still maintained a good temper and was not anxious, and asked his guest casually.

"Uh-huh."

Ms. Anya was immersed in the plate of Thai fried tofu in front of her. She thought about it and raised her hand: "I saw a horse in the pasture before. Can I ride it?"

"Of course, you can do whatever you want, I will arrange for an experienced cowboy to guide you."

Jane Arnold was just randomly looking for a topic introduction. He had more important things to say.

"By the way, I have an old friendship with the European art director of the Sydney Art Fair. In September this year, I had an independent large-scale illustration unit at the Carriageworks art community. However, I actually couldn't use that many booths. There were about three , four vacant booths. Ms. Anya, would you mind doing me another favor and bringing me some more interesting works?"

Sydney Art Fair?
Anya almost choked on the tofu.

This is certainly not a favor, but a valuable gift.

Female artists have never participated in art fairs in Oceania, but as long as they are serious large-scale art fairs, there is basically no concept of vacant booths.

Every location where works are displayed is highly sought after.

Many painters struggle all their lives and are not qualified to have their own small space to display a painting in an art fair.

Jane Arnold casually promised three or four booths.

Art resources worth thousands of dollars were easily given to Anya in the name of "doing a favor".

Top art giants have such power.

"I am very honored."

Ms. Anya put down her fork, her voice full of surprise.

She knew before she came.

Real artistic masters are reluctant to owe favors to younger generations.

As long as you are willing to help, you will definitely gain more than you pay.

If it is close to the core area of ​​the art fair, the booth fee alone will be much more valuable than her painting "Pet Love", and it is basically a VIP booth reserved by a large gallery.

You can't even rent it with money.

And how could the booth allocated to an artist of Jane Arnold’s magnitude not be core enough?
"I regret that I couldn't do better regarding Tony." She shook her head apologetically.

Master Jane Arnold already knew that there was nothing she could do about Tony's condition, but she didn't expect to still give such a precious gift in return.

The illustrator waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"Excuse me, can I participate in the art fair in the name of Zaohe Space Gallery? I have signed several interesting painters, and they need the opportunity to express themselves."

"That's all I mentioned, if it's inappropriate, forget it."

Anya asked tentatively, her tone tense.

Whether there are three booths or four booths, a lot of paintings can be displayed.

If it can become a special exhibition of Zaohe Space Gallery and increase its popularity among wealthy people in Oceania, the various long-term benefits and benefits are unimaginable.

The average unit price of works sold at large art fairs may be upwards of US$[-].

A good art fair marketing can, in the long run, potentially bring in millions in revenue and directly build an entire gallery.

"That's it."

Jane Arnold pondered for a moment.

"Well... I need to make a few calls to the organizer to check it out. I can't guarantee it, but I think it shouldn't be a big problem."

The old gentleman nodded and looked at his assistant: "When the matter comes to an end, I'll ask him to contact you again, okay?"

"It's no problem. Just let me do the work. If you go to the pasture to ride horses, I can also teach you." The assistant immediately volunteered.

Jane Arnold turned her head and looked at Professor Boggs: "What about you?"

"No, forget it. The soot smell is very bad, and the horse manure smell is very bad, just like this box of Thai food that is neither sour nor sweet. I don't like it either."

Professor Boggs shook his head, turning a deaf ear to the exchange of interests just now.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was strangely quiet for a moment.

The assistant on the side and Dr. Jin, who came over today to do a psychological evaluation on Tony and stayed for dinner with him, looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

Many people think that artists are people with low emotional intelligence and cannot read the atmosphere in which they speak.

In fact, this is the most typical stereotype of the art industry.

The emotional intelligence of artists is polarized. There are eccentrics like Van Gogh and Gauguin, while smooth people who are very smart and good at dealing with collectors and the media are more common.

The latter are often more likely to succeed. The art workplace is also a workplace, and it is a workplace where people are sophisticated.

The former is like a filter.

Small painters with bad tempers and strange personalities generally cannot survive in the art market for long, and gallery owners are not shy and do not want to sign every painter under them like a big man.

But once you become famous, your weird temper will become part of your personality, tolerated by the market, and even become part of your personal "brand."

No one cares that Picasso was a scumbag and a misogynist.

As a master of knife painting and tenured professor, Boggs has the qualification not to read the world in most situations in society.

"Then we can order Kung Pao Chicken tomorrow instead, or we can grill it ourselves using the beef from the ranch."

Jane Arnold smiled and was not angry.

He also has arrogance in his character, but he is the more patient type among the great painters.

After all, having been tortured by an autistic son for 40 years, no matter how explosive the temper, people have to be tempered to be patient.

"Mr. Boggs, I'm very grateful to you for being here as a guest, but with all due respect, the real reason why you made the special trip here...if I'm not mistaken, it should be the detective cat lady, right?"

Jane Arnold pondered for a moment, then simply spoke.

He is a master of illustration and has many friends in the serious art world, but after all, there are differences in fields. If Boggs has any needs in terms of interests, Jane Arnold can certainly facilitate it.

But he had a hunch.

Professor Boggs is different from female artists, he is not here for this.

(End of this chapter)