Almighty painter

Chapter 297 Reincarnation
The master illustrator prefers watercolor painting, and can also draw crayons, pen drawings or oil paintings. Around the millennium, he even tried to draw with a digital tablet and early PS software.

In recent years, the gallery has persuaded me to switch back to traditional paper and pen.

After all, in addition to submitting his paper works to publishing companies, they can also be taken to auctions and art exhibitions on their own.

Sword painting alone was outside the scope of his interests.

Before the incident in "The Little Prince", Jane Arnold had not even paid attention to this niche painting method.

Now it seems.

In the field of fairy tales, the texture expression of the oil painting knife is truly unique and outstanding.

"Do you want to learn knife painting?"

The assistant next to him was extremely surprised.

It would have been a big deal for Jane Arnold to try painting with an oil painting knife.

It can even trigger a new trend in the entire illustration industry.

however.

Seeing the meaningful work, the assistant felt that it was not difficult to understand.

He even suddenly felt that compared with such excellent picture expression, Professor Boggs's narcissism was not an unbearable problem at all.

Talented people are qualified to be unrestrained.

It is very shocking to watch such oil paintings live, especially as the quality of the painter is most afraid of direct comparison.

The assistant's coveted sister Anya's body is real.

But comparing the magnificent "Pet Love" on the wall of the female artist with Professor Boggs's delicate and exquisite sketches, he would still pinch his nose and admit that he preferred Professor Boggs's painting.

"This old guy really has some skills!" The assistant pursed his lips and sighed quietly in his heart.

"It's a pity that I'm too old." Jane Arnold thought for a moment and let out a long sigh.

The old gentleman understood that the two-month crash course was all a lie, and it would take decades of hard work to achieve this outstanding technique.

He is too old to learn a new technique to a high level.

At most, I can only try to take some sketchy strokes with an oil painting knife and integrate them into my own painting creation process.

Ms. Anya is the one whose knife painting techniques are closest to those of Professor Boggs.

Female artists are also the ones who spend the longest time silently in front of their frames.

She stood in front of the frame for a long time, wanting to subconsciously reach out and touch the paint on the canvas.

"Ahem, the paint is not dry."

Professor Boggs coughed twice.

"Feel sorry."

The female artist immediately retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted.

Anya certainly knew that it would take three weeks or even a month for the thick paint on the surface of the canvas to be painted with a paint knife to dry completely.

She was just looking a little too fascinated.

Anya looked at Professor Boggs, then at the picture frame in front of her, wanting to say something, but in the end she just let out an exclamation.

"Wow."

When the emotional impact accumulates to a certain extent.

Except for this exclamation.

She couldn't find more accurate words to sum up her mood at this moment.

"In front of this work, I once again become a child who has just learned to hold an oil painting knife."

Anya sniffed and said with a wry smile: "The quality of this painting is enough to make me look up to it. How on earth can such layers of colors between complete mixed colors and partial mixed colors be painted... Well, now I believe it You’re here to defeat Detective Cat.”

Professor Boggs turned his head and glanced left and right to look at Zixiong.

If the temperament of Deyi was tangible and qualitative, the old professor would definitely fly into the sky like an inflated balloon.

He was satisfied with Ms. Anya's reaction.

After all, a layman can only superficially think that this painting is beautiful. Only an expert can understand what an incredible state this is.

Anya's reaction when she saw this painting was exactly the same as his reaction when he saw the illustrations of "The Little Prince".

Because it is a freshly painted oil painting.

Maybe the feeling is deeper.

Professor Boggs was even too stingy to leave this set of illustrations to Jane Arnold.

It was agreed upon before he came.

This set of works cannot be circulated on the market, and even the ownership will not be transferred to Jane Arnold.

If his drawings turn out really well, they can be stored in the illustrator's ranch for a while.

But in the end, he was taken back by himself.

Professor Boggs will have these twelve paintings nailed to the walls of his office.

Watch it every day, every night.

No matter how you look at it, it is beautiful.

In every small detail, Professor Boggs is confident that he has achieved the most perfection possible.

At that time, King Ludwig II of Bavaria shed tears when he saw the exquisite clay design model of Neuschwanstein Castle presented by the designer. He thought that he had the most dreamy work of art in the world. This was probably when the old professor completed this set of illustrations. Feeling.

It would be better if I could put Detective Cat's works next to it for comparison.

Many years later.

This set of illustrations will become a milestone in the history of Hua Daohua, commemorating how he defeated the detective cat.

Students who are engaged in the field of knife painting will use magnifying glasses to study and compare the differences in painting details between the two painters, and write final papers to demonstrate the greatness of Boggs.

Just like those papers published in art journals today that compare the characteristics and artistic standards of the works of Manet and Monet.

"Cat cat?"

A voice called softly.

This small voice was like an illusion. It was almost instantly submerged in the whispers of everyone in the room, making it unnoticed.

But there seemed to be a loud thunder-like sound in Jane Arnold's heart.

The illustrator's arms stiffened for a moment.

He turned around and looked at his son beside him, his face trembled, and he called softly: "Tony?"

Tony stared shyly at his toes without responding.

It seemed that Professor Boggs and Ms. Anya, two "strangers" who had been together for a few days, were sharing a small room, which still made him a little uncomfortable and a little timid.

Just when the illustrator was disappointed and thought that maybe this was some kind of illusion.

He saw Tony quickly raised his head, glanced at the picture frame at Professor Boggs's hand, and whispered: "Cat?"

Poor god.

Mr. Jane Arnold had never seen any big storms in his life.

Jane Arnold looked graceful when receiving the Andersen Award gold medal from Queen Margrethe II of the Danish royal family.

This gentle cat call made the illustrator's eyes turn red instantly.

The old man really tried everything for this son. Jane Arnold herself drew a set of fairy tale illustrations with cats as the protagonists.

Tony's response to all these graphic paintings or photos was very cold.

He doesn't have many special feelings for other small animals.

Occasionally, he would be in a daze holding the gray cat doll provided to him by the pet hospital.

More often than not, even cat toys can't arouse his interest.

Tony's kid only wants that cat named "Amy".The mood when a master illustrator invites famous painters and painters to visit his ranch is like a terminally ill patient hearing the news that a new experimental treatment has entered clinical observation.

They have been excited about similar news again and again, and have been disappointed again and again.

In the end, only a third of my heart was expecting a miracle to happen, and the rest was just a numb mood of doing everything and doing everything according to fate.

This sound of "cat" in his son's mouth instantly rekindled the expectations in the old gentleman's heart.

Knife painting has this unique look and feel of thick paint.

Really useful! ! !

"Dr. King? Doctor? Tony..." Mr. Jane Arnold was so excited that she wanted to dance and shout.

"Keep your voice down, don't scare him."

Dr. Jin Anqing has been paying attention to Tony's condition, and also noticed the distinctive look in his eyes when he looked at Professor Boggs's works.

He was worried that the crowd's comments would disturb the eldest child's precious curiosity about pictures that he was so reluctant to build up.

The doctor immediately put his finger to his lips and made a silencing gesture to the surrounding onlookers.

Dr. Jin asked everyone except Professor Boggs and Tony to take a few steps back and out of Tony's sight, creating a relatively quiet and private space.

"Yes, it's Cat."

The psychiatrist held Tony's hand and stood in front of the picture frame, guiding softly: "Not only Cat, she is the Amy you want to see the most."

The doctor knew that if this painting could attract Tony's curiosity, it would be a great joy.

The most troublesome thing for autistic people is that they don't communicate with the outside world at all.

Curiosity is the first weak connection between Tony's mind and the external environment, like the first spark in the darkness.

If done right.

This spark can slowly spread and illuminate his dusty heart.

"Don't you always ask your father to find Amy for you? Now this grandpa has brought it to see you."

Dr. Jin reminded: "Do you still remember that when your father brought Amy home for the first time, you really liked playing with her on your back like this."

"Is she Amy?"

Something was touched deep in Tony's eyes.

He was still holding the stuffed cat that had begun to fade and lose its hair. He glanced at the drawing board in front of him, his eyelashes trembling again and again.

The figure of the gentle cat deep in his mind slowly merged with the white shadows on the drawing board.

A little excited.

A little confused.

Also a little hesitant.

"Yes, she is Amy."

Dr. King waved his hand, and Professor Boggs began to turn over the remaining frames one by one.

The subjects on all canvases are Tony and Amy.

They walked together, chased together, and played together.

Each canvas is like a square of amber, solidifying a small piece of Tony and Amy's past together with fairy-tale colors.

Professor Boggs is a master of knife painting who has been immersed in the art field his whole life, and he has a thorough understanding of the advantages of this painting method.

How could he not think of the painting methods that Gu Weijing could think of?

The same theme, the same painting method.

Failed painters paint all kinds of strange things, but for a good enough painter, even the final pictures they paint are similar.

Between these drawings, time passed quietly, and the figures of Amy and Tony were gradually growing up.

The size of the canvas is not large.

The focus of Professor Boggs's paintings is on Amy, and the part showing Tony is often only half a body, one arm and a blur of color.

But Tony realized Professor Boggs's creative intention.

He seemed to really take it in.

Tony's big gray eyes, which had been confused and chaotic all day, finally came into focus, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned into a trance-like smile.

The works on the canvas touched the memory in Tony's heart.

He held the old stuffed toy in his hand tightly, and there were warm waves flashing in his eyes as he looked at Professor Boggs's work.

In the blink of an eye, Professor Boggs had flipped through the first half of the six paintings.

Sixth painting.

Professor Boggs also chose as the subject the photo of them together in front of the private sanctuary of Tony's first psychiatrist.

That was the last healthy photo of Amy and Tony before she fell ill.

Like some kind of strange fate, Amy in this photo is jumping on Tony's head and neck just like when they first met.

Before this drawing, Tony stood still for a long time.

His shoulders trembled, and he looked at the gentle cat on the easel that was lying on his shoulder with its head tilted, and its eyes that had just begun to be filled with joy turned to fear.

"Cat Cat...is going to be sick."

The 41-year-old kid said slowly in a groan-like tone.

"Tony." Jane Arnold's heart suddenly tightened.

he knows.

Amy's death is the biggest nightmare in his son's heart that he doesn't want to recall.

After coming out of the euthanasia ward where the cat was, Tony's condition took a turn for the worse, and all the happiness that Amy brought to Tony was taken away with her departure.

Today it is today.

This silly child still clearly remembers a certain part of his memory, not long after the scene of painting on the easel in front of him.

His cat got sick.

Jane Arnold looked at Dr. Jin Anqing with questioning eyes, wanting to discuss with him whether it was appropriate to continue reading the remaining illustrations.

"Don't worry. I am very confident in my work and will not irritate this child."

Professor Boggs rarely understood Master Jane Arnold's eyes, waved his hand and spoke lightly.

"This group of paintings is not only the pinnacle of my art skills so far, but also the pinnacle of my creative philosophy." Professor Boggs grabbed the frame of the seventh work.

He suddenly asked: "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

There was an unusual silence in the room, and everyone present was holding their breath and preparing to see what kind of earth-shattering work Professor Boggs would come up with.

This incomprehensible question was like a Tathagata palm flying from the sky, which immediately confused everyone.

"I once participated in a Zen meditation tour group. When I went to Lingyin Temple in Suzhou and Hangzhou in the Eastern Xia Dynasty to burn incense, the great monk there told me that the creatures in the world are like a cycle. Kings in previous lives can be reborn as beggars, and enemies in life and death can I will love you unswervingly after reincarnation, so I want all living beings to be compassionate."

"Besides "Amy", this series of paintings of mine has another name called "Reincarnation"."

Professor Boggs smiled mysteriously and turned the frame over.

　Sorry, sorry, sorry.

　　My fault.

　　I really thought that this chapter would lead to the exposure of Detective Cat’s work.

　　Everyone is right to criticize.

　　Sorry, sorry, sorry.

　　By the way, in the early days when drawing software was underdeveloped, around the millennium, the electronic software commonly used by many illustrators in Europe and the United States was PS. It was not a typo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)