Almighty painter

Chapter 304: Direct attack on the soul
Tony cried until he was overcome with emotion and devoted himself.

Tears flowed from his eyes like nothing, and his face was so wet that he couldn't tell whether it was saliva or snot.

If I could see a 40-year-old man crying like this in "The Red Chamber", I would probably have the feeling that "men are also made of water".

Everyone in the living room had different expressions.

Hearing such pure sadness, everyone present was not in a good mood.

"Mr. Jane Arnold also said that if any of the three knife painters' works can really help Tony's magic, it would be this detective cat."

The assistant remembered how his previous employer had full confidence in the detective cat.

His heart was filled with a sarcastic sneer.

"It's an eye-opener. This work is quite magical. To make a dull autistic patient cry like this is also a skill in another sense."

Anya frowned, feeling indignant, clenching her fists, and the edges of her fingers turned white.

She wanted to pull out the African painter's collar from the TV and ask her why she painted such vicious works.

She cruelly hurt an innocent and chaotic child.

On the other hand, after being shocked, Professor Boggs was still looking at the colors on the screen with some insanity.

"Ah."

"The orange color is played very well, and the flames are painted superbly... The texture of the hair slightly curling in the flames is also very good... The level of depicting sadness and crazy emotions is still very high!"

There was a hint of appreciation in the strange old man's eyes.

More than half of the super painters who can be classified as artists are half madmen.

Professor Boggs was worried before.

Detective Cat has been an illustrator for many years, and the edges of his character have been smoothed by life. When creating, he will only be utilitarian in order to please the client.

Now it seems that I was wrong.

I don't care about offending the authority, but I still go my own way and deliver such a set of completely rebellious paintings when commissioned by an art giant like Jane Arnold.

It's not just that the edges have not been smoothed.

This guy is simply too angular!The whole body is covered with edges and corners!
In the eyes of outsiders, he was as neurotic as Professor Boggs, but in his heart, he felt that this detective cat was really crazy.

"I love how crazy this chick is."

Professor Boggs quietly glanced at the illustrator, who stood beside his crying son with a gloomy and livid face, patting his back and comforting him softly.

The old man was making calculations in his heart.

It's usually not a big deal if an artist has a crazy or bad personality.

But this guy was originally hated by the "Oil Painting" magazine.

Fortunately, illustrators are originally low-level people in the serious art industry.

She can still hold the publishing house of Scholastic Group on her lap and flop around in her own one-third of an acre of land.

Now, Jane Arnold, the emperor of illustrations, the artistic signature treasure cherished by the board of directors of Scholastic Group, has been completely offended.

If only Jane Arnold had cared a little more.

Maybe if this painting doesn't work, I can directly paint her as unemployed!

"Good thing."

Professor Boggs touched his chin, his eyes gleaming.

At this time, could he help her in times of need and drag her into the studio to be his assistant?
65-year-old tenured professor.

As long as he no longer thinks about making a lot of money by selling paintings and holding art exhibitions in big art galleries.

Professor Boggs can be shameless, stay in the small world of the studio behind closed doors, and regard all the pressure of public opinion in society as stinky bullshit.

I don’t know if Detective Cat has a formal diploma from the Academy of Fine Arts. Maybe the Board of Directors of the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts will block her teaching position... It doesn’t matter.

Professor Boggs feels that this guy has just drawn a set of illustrations for "The Little Prince" and is working with a top publisher like Scholastic Group, so he shouldn't be able to make much money.

If the entire art world had no place for Detective Cat.

Even if he specially recruits her in the name of a student, she may not refuse even if she has no food to eat.

"My own student? Hey."

Old Man Boggs was imagining such a scene, touching his chin, and a sly smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's over, it's all over. Let's stop crying, don't cry anymore. Amy has actually always been with you... Dad, can you buy kittens for you? They are also very cute..."

Jane Arnold was not at all in Professor Boggs's good mood.

Tony was much taller than him.

The old gentleman stretched his neck and came close to his crying son. While stroking his back, he suppressed his anger and whispered comfort.

When I saw this painting.

Jane Arnold's face was already extremely ugly.

As a father, he wanted to best understand his son's feelings and emotions when he saw these artists' works.

Whether it's Boggs' "Amy" or the drawings sent by Detective Cat.

Out of trust and respect for professional painters, Jane Arnold did not check it in advance.

He thought in his mind that all painters, high and low, had a certain degree of popularity and discussion in the society. No matter what they did, there were limits and they would not create works that were too outrageous.

Who would have thought...

This detective cat really did a big job for him.

Jane Arnold regretted her previous decision.

He invited Detective Cat here to treat his son.

If she doesn't want to draw, she doesn't have to draw.

What does it mean to fill Tony up like this?

My son is usually a bit stupid and stupid.But now that he was crying so pitifully, the master illustrator still felt as if he was being cut by a knife.

Jane Arnold was very angry.

The old gentleman even felt a little aggrieved - I was under the pressure of "Oil Painting", and Corporal Li Xian respectfully invited you, a young painter, to come to the ranch as a guest.

I've given you so much face, and this is how you repay me?
Do you really think that because he usually keeps a low profile, he can't trouble her?
"Turn it off, turn it off, turn off the TV. Now! We won't watch it!" Jane Arnold ordered angrily.

"and many more."

Doctor Jin Anqing suddenly spoke.

The psychiatrist had been very silent while Tony was looking at the painting.

He frowned beside him, wondering what he was thinking about.

At this time, Dr. Jin suddenly spoke and stopped the assistant from turning off the TV.

Everyone was stunned.The psychiatrist took a few steps, walked to Jane Arnold, stared at Tony's tear-filled face for a few seconds, and said softly: "It's not a bad thing."

"Dr. King?"

Jane Arnold's hand caressing her son's back paused, looking confused.

"There's a saying among psychotherapists that a good therapist has tissues on his desk at all times. It's never a bad thing to induce a client to cry. On the contrary, shedding tears is perhaps one of the healthiest sensory behaviors."

As expected, Dr. Jin Anqing took out a pack of tissues from his pocket.

"Isn't crying a bad thing? You haven't seen how sad this poor kid is!"

Anya couldn't help but accuse loudly.

snort!
These individuals are all hard-hearted.

"She was sad because Amy was gone. The tears were the result, not the cause."

"People will be sad because of broken relationships, illness, job loss, and all kinds of negative pressure. Crying is a process of venting this pressure. The most dangerous ones are those who keep all kinds of pressure in their hearts and pretend to smile. people."

Dr. Jin shook his head: "Crying clients often only need a stack of tissues and an understanding embrace to feel much better. But those who pretend to be strong are more likely to suffer from depression."

"I once saw a case in medical school. After a 35-year-old law firm partner kissed his young and beautiful fiancée at an engagement banquet where relatives and friends gathered, while going to the bathroom, he jumped from a seventeen-story building Jump down."

"It was only in his suicide note that people discovered that he had suffered from stress and depression for many years, and the coroner found that he had a habit of self-abuse with a razor blade and drug addiction. But until he jumped from the rooftop, everything Relatives and friends remember him as a very cheerful, smiling and healthy person."

The doctor handed the tissue to the illustrator, asked him to wipe his son's tears, and asked softly: "How long has it been since you saw Tony cry so painfully?"

Jane Arnold was stunned again.

By heart.

As a child who never grows up, Tony cries as often as he does in his daily life.

I will cry if I trip over my shoelaces, or cry if I break my coffee cup while holding it unsteadily.

Sometimes until midnight, Tony's voice would be heard in the pasture crying for Cat and Amy.Several caregivers were tortured to the point of mental breakdown.

But those cries are often either panic or hesitation, and they go away as quickly as they come.

Such heartbreaking, heart-wrenching, life-and-death cries... haven't happened for a long time.

Such pure and heavy sadness... has not appeared for many years.

The night Amy died, it was like taking away a part of this child's soul forever.

"As a doctor, I rarely draw conclusions before getting the test report, but the moment I saw Tony crying and breaking down emotionally, I knew that this was a cry worth 2 points. Voice."

Doctor Kim nodded.

"What does it mean to be worth 2 points?"

The assistant was still confused, but a surprise flashed across Jane Arnold's face: "You mean..."

"Yes, I think just this emotional venting of crying will reduce Tony's self-isolation severity rating by two points on the ABC Autism Scale."

Doctor Jin nodded: "It seems that Detective Cat's idea should be right."

The illustrator heard the deeper meaning in the psychiatrist's tone.

The old gentleman blinked slightly: "Doctor, have you already known what kind of works Detective Cat can draw?"

"Mr. Sloth is the agent of the Detective Cat."

"He had a brief communication with me in advance and shared the general painting ideas in advance. This was a very bold idea, so bold that it was a bit outrageous. However, he still convinced me."

Dr. Jin Anqing looked at the fire on the screen and shrugged: "Of course, this is also the first time I have seen the actual painting. I had no idea beforehand that Detective Cat's works would be so rich..."

"So penetrating."

The psychiatrist considered his words.

After Anna communicated with Detective Cat that day, she decided to paint a work that "faces the soul directly".

Miss Elena immediately told Dr. Jin Anqing their thoughts.

This is both communication and being smart to find someone to endorse you.

Detective Cat is a new painter who has just shown signs of making his debut.She can be simple, she can be young, she can be silly and sweet, and she can only care about the appeal of her paintings.

As the agent of Detective Cat Sister, Miss Elena has to consider all aspects.

Don't say anything else.

Without saying hello in advance, in case of a scene like the one just now, Jane Arnold angrily turned off the TV and put Detective Cat on the blacklist of the art giant.

The good relationship was not formed well, and I worked hard to finish the painting, but ended up becoming enemies.

Isn’t this just a numb claw?
Several major misconceptions in the life of a painter usually include - you think that you will be able to draw well if you work hard, you think that if you draw well, you will be able to reach the level of winning awards, and you think that if you reach the level of winning awards, you will definitely not be squeezed out by the designated candidates. .

The most taboo thing in art is "what you think".

Even if it is absolutely fair and just, an excellent work may not satisfy everyone.

Each viewer is a subjective individual.

Great works of art can win praise from the vast majority of audiences, but there are some people who just can't match the brain waves.

No matter how good it is, it's no match for "I don't like it."

Say it darkly.

In the safest case, even if Tony really wasn't moved by this set of drawings, he might even have been moved too much by using too much force.

The detective cat sister also consulted in advance and obtained the consent of the attending doctor. She was not a good advocate.

It was Dr. Jin Anqing who took the blame.

When he first heard about the painting idea from Anna, Dr. Jin also thought that this idea might be a bit too risky.

Anna moved the other person with just one sentence.

"Doctor, I am a person who likes pets. Before my nearest elder passed away, he handed a puppy into my hands and asked me to care for the puppy with the same love for her. So in a sense, Yes, I can understand Tony's mood and feelings."

"From the moment of the so-called 'love ceremony' in the pet hospital, everyone was carefully maintaining a lie, telling him that his most beloved cat, the cat named Amy, had not left. This lie was maintained Tony has been deceiving himself like this for 30 years."

Mr. Sloth continued: "Maybe during this long period of time, some part of Tony's mind has realized that Amy will never be able to appear by his side. But he still allows himself to maintain the illusion of finding Amy."

"Escape, like alcohol, is a placebo. They are weights on the emotional balance that lead to happiness. People can rely on constant escape to temporarily overcome pain. But it is always just a short-term pethidine with a validity period."

"But the moment it is exposed to the sun and evaporates, the loss will stubbornly come back again and again, without relief."

　Originally, the writer Zuotian wanted to say this in his speech.

　　The Double Festival was originally a joyful festival, but it just happened to include such a sad plot. Sorry, the plot should have ended today.

　　Fortunately I didn't say that.

　　I once misjudged the pace of the plot.

　　But I should, probably, maybe, I will finish writing this plot tomorrow.Entering a new plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)