Almighty painter

Chapter 315 Thoughts are like water
Let the mountain flowers bloom all around it.

Gu Weijing's mood just couldn't calm down.

Thinking is the most naughty child in the world. It will affect your creative state by beating gongs and drums when you need the power of tranquility most.

But you are completely helpless.

Even the most powerful mixed martial arts champion in the world couldn't take the nasty kid named "Fidget" out of the palace of his mind and beat him up.

He is not fighting a tangible enemy, but a 1400-gram "big walnut" wrapped in gray matter, white matter, and brain ventricles wrapped in the skull and full of protein grooves. He is fighting himself.

You are wrestling with yourself, and the harder you try, the more you go in the opposite direction.

In the end, there is no other way to go except mental exhaustion.

In fact, Gu Weijing just encountered the wisteria tree in the Royal Botanic Garden being transplanted.

A trivial thing.

Every painter on the road of painting may encounter an episode even more unfortunate than this at any time.

Huang Binhong was blind, Beethoven was deaf, Monet had cataracts, and Matisse suffered from severe arthritis in his later years. His right hand continued to lose any function and he had to learn to hold the pen with his left hand again.

Compared with the tragedies encountered in the lives of these great artists in history, this is really nothing.

But Gu Weijing is really annoying.

The flowers and trees in the botanical garden were just an inducement to his irritability. What really made him uneasy was Ms. Tangning's remarks in the interview.

After watching the video, Gu Weijing remained calm on the surface when he arrived at the botanical garden, but somewhere deep in his heart, he was stung by Ms. Tang Ning's arrogant tone.

Young people's self-esteem is only a small part of the reason.

For a child like him who grew up in a remote country, his self-esteem is actually not that strong. Grandpa Gu Tongxiang did not suffer any kind of hardships when he was young.

Gu Weijing didn't care if Tang Ning stepped on her.

What really aroused him was the inferiority complex hidden deep in his heart.

"You're just mediocre."

"You are destined to never be me."

"Giving random smiles to children will give them too many unrealistic fantasies."

"Not convinced? "Hundred Flowers" is right there, go and try to draw it!"

The words in the interview seemed like lingering echoes that could not be dissipated, wandering repeatedly in his brain.

With each stroke, the sound gets louder and louder.

Gu Weijing imagined.

If you put yourself in Katsuko Sakai's shoes and encounter similar ridicule, how will the girl react?

You should be able to write and challenge calmly.

You want me to draw it for you?

it is good.

I'll just draw it for you.

If it doesn't work for one day, then paint for two days. If it doesn't work for two days, paint for two months. If it doesn't work for two days, paint for a year.One day, Sakai Katsuko will surely be able to put a lifelike painting on the other person's face, hold her graceful neck high, and welcome the applause and cheers of the world.

No, it's probably more likely to laugh it off.

A true genius is mentally strong enough that she no longer needs to do something to prove her ability.

Gu Weijing didn't know how Miss Sakai would react.

But he believed that Shengzi would not be as irritable as him, nor would he be as...

Same fear.

Because what senior Tang Ning said was truly the truth.

In Mr. Cao's eyes, Gu Weijing was a brilliant artist who could mix the most suitable paints for murals just by trying in one afternoon.

In the eyes of Sakai Katsuko, Gu Weijing has outstanding skills at a young age, with oil paintings, sketches, and traditional Chinese paintings, all of which are brilliant.

Because of the mutual attraction between geniuses, Miss Katsuko fell in love with the boy who could bring her novel feelings that other peers did not have.

Only in the dead of night, when I am alone in a room, washing my face, brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror.

It becomes clear only after reading the scriptures.

The boy in the mirror is really not as talented as Tang Ning, who was able to draw "Hundred Flowers" at the age of 20, nor is he as enterprising as Katsuko Sakai.

There is no system.

He is nothing.

All of Gu Weijing's techniques are based on adding points.What Mr. Cao likes and what Miss Sakai likes is the virtual layer of the system.

If life is a fairy tale.

When Gu Weijing got the script, it was definitely not "The Little Prince" but "Cinderella".

He was like the Cinderella in the fairy tale who suddenly got the glass slipper and the pumpkin carriage.

Gu Weijing plays a role that is not his own at a stolen dance.

Every word that senior Tang Ning said was truly correct.

In this dance, every character is very gorgeous and powerful, but the only one who is just pretending to be powerful is himself.

Thinking about it this way, Gu Weijing might as well be worse than Cinderella.

Miss Cinderella is really good-looking, and she has the prince fascinated by her.

And Gu Weijing's most commendable cover painting of "The Little Prince" actually just stole Mr. Sloth's insights.

If it were anyone else, anyone could do it.

When Gu Weijing used to paint together with Sakai Katsuko, he was so shocked by Miss Katsuko's natural creativity that it aroused his inferiority complex.

In the art industry, 1% inspiration is more important than 99% perspiration.

A real genius would just think of using his fingers to handle the color transition between oil painting and Chinese painting, but he would just sit in front of the easel and paint.

Since then, Gu Weijing found that he lacked some spiritual energy.

But his inferiority and fear at that time were suppressed by Sakai Katsuko's tender and sweet story about Manet and Monet.

Gu Weijing also felt that there was always a system that could add points, but maybe he was being too pretentious.

He had been thinking hard these days about how to draw wisteria flowers well, but he couldn't get it.

Until he saw the video of a reporter interviewing Tang Ning on the train.

Only then did Gu Weijing suddenly realize another possibility - maybe, the flowers are the same flowers, but the people are not the same people.

Li Bai's prosperity is like a brocade, Xu Wei's desolation, and Ms. Tang Ning's small bridge with flowing water, which has a long meaning.

We are all.

There is no wrong way to draw.

It's just that Gu Wei couldn't understand it, and he couldn't draw it either.

Because when he needs to rely on his own real insights to break through the bottleneck, he is neither Li Taibai, nor Xu Wenchang, nor Tang Ning, the daughter of a Jiangnan calligraphy and painting family with thousands of talents.

It was Gu Weijing who was wrong.

The mistake is that he is just an ordinary little native in Yangon.

Objectively speaking, this is the most reasonable explanation for his inability to paint the works he wanted.

Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix.

Grandpa Gu Tongxiang has been stuck at the bottleneck of painting at the first level of his career all his life, and he has been unable to make any progress for a long time.

What can he achieve by Gu Weijing? Following the path prepared by Professor Lin Tao for the imaginary artistic genius "Gu Weijing", reading two books at random was like a wake-up call, and he suddenly became enlightened.

"Quiet, don't think about whether these things exist or not. Paint... I want to paint... All you need to do now is just paint the wisteria flowers."

Gu Weijing closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that the more he thought about it, the more he would get into trouble and the more he would be ruined.

He tried to throw away the echoes of thoughts and the clutter of self-pity in his mind like trash.

However, Gu Weijing couldn't do it at all.

Oriental artists pay attention to thinking as calm and clear as water. "Dream Stream Bi Tan" records that Lin Bu, a plum wife and a crane, had to bathe, burn incense, and change clothes every time before writing poems or paintings, just to adjust his immersive mentality.

Gu Weijing was in a hurry. The harder he tried to separate a certain thought, the clearer the echo in his mind became.

At the beginning, the lines from the video interview echoed in his mind.

As such echoes gradually filled every corner of his mind, the noisy little person in his mind quietly changed from Ms. Tangning's voice to Gu Weijing's own voice. "Just add more, just add more and it will be solved. This is the path I should take. Why should people make things difficult for themselves?"

"Others don't know what's going on with you. Don't I know how much I weigh?"

Gu Weijing breathed rapidly.

He gasped and opened the virtual panel of the system. The remuneration for the "Little Prince" illustration task had not yet been converted into free attribute points that could be distributed through the Jasmine Foundation.

Fortunately.

He also left a little free experience points for daily use of calligraphy and painting appraisal techniques.

It would be enough to eliminate the last hundred points gap and directly add Chinese painting techniques to the second level of the profession.

"Oh, outstanding technique cannot cover up the emptiness of inspiration. This is the biggest difference between me and Louis Troy. You may be able to fool yourself for a while, you may be able to fool Mr. Cao, and some viewers, but you will always be exposed one day. You don't Maybe I have been confused like this my whole career. Do you think you can understand the meaning of wisteria paintings by adding a little bit?"

"No, no, no, kid, these are two completely different things. Experience and proficiency cannot replace perception. That is the true soul of an artist."

When he looked at the panel, the villain in his mind changed from talking to himself in the voice of "Gu Weijing" to Tang Ning's sneer.

"You can never become me. A mediocre person will always be a mediocre person, forever. Your best ending is just to become Louis Troy."

The end of the brush that Gu Weijing held firmly trembled, and a drop of lavender ink dripped from the tip of the brush, turning into a wisp of dirty ink on the rice paper.

"You can't add more points. Adding more points may not be a big problem in itself. But if you add more points in this mentality now, this threshold will become an eternal obstacle in the soul, and you will never be able to jump out in your life."

He had a vague feeling.

"Gu Jun? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

At some point, Sakai Katsuko stood beside him worriedly, looking at the scene in front of him.

Ms. Sakai didn't bother with the bodyguard's request for palettes and painting supplies.

The girl just took out a dark green sketch pad.

Little girl Jasmine was holding her cat and playing in the shade of a big tree, while Katsuko Sakai was sitting on a big rock not far away holding a drawing board and drawing.

She had to type out several line drawings for the picture "Girl Reading Poetry to the Cat" in her mind, which represented "the hustle and bustle of the world", and design the most suitable composition.

a few minutes ago.

Sakai Katsuko originally wanted to ask Gu Weijing if he wanted to have something to eat together at noon.

Katsuko discovered that her boyfriend's mood was not quite right.

His face is so red!
Gu Weijing's fingertips held the brush and it turned slightly white. The corners of his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He murmured impatiently to himself, and his chest rose and fell violently.

There were beads of sweat all over his forehead.

"Hey, look at me, are you okay?" Ms. Sakai raised her voice slightly.

"No... Shengzi, don't disturb me. Let me finish it. I can do it. Gu Weijing, you can definitely do it." He whispered to himself, staring at the white rice paper in front of him, as if staring at A huge avalanche swept through, and if you couldn't escape, you would be buried in it.

Sakai Katsuko hesitated for a few seconds.

She knelt down and picked up the scattered paper balls one by one at Gu Weijing's feet and unfolded them.

Sakai Katsuko carefully turned over all the drawings in her hand, and then looked at the rice paper in front of the boy.

"Stop drawing. Your mind is too confused. You won't improve if you continue drawing like this."

Shengzi dipped his palms in a soft bucket filled with lake water, walked behind Gu Weijing, and gently touched his hot forehead and temples.

"Stop painting now, let's go rowing for a while. Once you relax, feel calm, and have your mind set, you will be able to paint naturally. Come on, let's go play for a while." Sakai Katsuko comforted her. Trying to change Gu Weijing's mood.

There will be no improvement if you continue painting like this.

Gu Weijing's heart skipped a beat.

Yes.

Even though Shengzi was an outsider in Chinese painting, she could tell at a glance that she would not improve if she continued to paint like this.

"What if I never improve?"

Gu Weijing finally withdrew his gaze from the rice paper and turned to look at the pretty girl next to him, but his eyes were a little desperate.

Sakai Katsuko frowned slightly.

She could feel the depression of her boyfriend beside her. She didn't know why Gu Weijing was fine in the morning and suddenly fell into such an emotional state.

But that empty, depressed and depressed look filled Sakai Katsuko's heart with pity.

The girl took a step forward, spread her arms, and tried to give the person next to her a hug as before, so that he could temporarily forget everything that made him irritable.

"How is it possible? Of course you can do it. Your talent amazed my father. You are my Monet. Don't you believe in yourself?"

Gu Weijing took a small step back.

"Shengzi, if I'm not as talented as you think, will you still like me?" He asked sadly.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't think about these things. Gu Jun, your talent and you are a whole. I love every part of you."

Sakai Katsuko vigorously scraped his forehead with her fingers, hoping to wake him up.

With little success.

Gu Weijing just turned his gaze back to the table, his eyes so sad that his heart broke.

"Katsuko, maybe I am not your Monet."

He said slowly.

If Gu Weijing could calm down and look at things from a smart and thorough third-party perspective, he would find that he was not as unbearable as he imagined.

He just suddenly fell into the whirlpool of depression.

This emotional vortex of self-doubt is often the biggest stumbling block on the career path of every great artist. It is also the direct reason why many literary and artistic creators shoot themselves in the head in pain.

Buddhists call it karma.

Taoists call it the inner demon.

In the artist industry, there is often a fear of talent dissipating and exhaustion and confusion about the uncertainty of the future.

Not every painter will encounter it, but most great painters cannot avoid being entangled in this emotion at a certain stage in their lives.

Or rather,
This is the biggest obstacle on the career path of a real painter.

A few people are able to withstand them and achieve nirvana and rebirth.

Most people will be knocked down by this feeling, and this self-doubt will become a permanent painful feeling in their career.

This is the main purpose of Ms. Tang Ning’s remarks to reporters during the interview.

She's not just spouting rubbish and harsh words.

Please, there are millions of people every minute, and time is precious. Is it necessary to speak harshly to some Yangon bumpkin in front of an important interview?

Of course Tangning didn't know that Gu Weijing had a system.

The cheating device of the system made Gu Weijing feel deep in his heart. No matter what achievements he made, he still couldn't get rid of the inferiority complex brought about by his original family environment.

What does it matter?

Even though he was as powerful as Van Gogh, he still communicated with Gauguin all day long, revealing his despair about life, fear of loss of inspiration, confusion about the world, and full of lack of confidence in himself.

Before shooting himself in the head, Gauguin almost went crazy with torture.

Monet was not much better. In his letters, he claimed that he was the puppet of inspiration, even in his later years when he was already successful.

Monet's letters to friends still occasionally appear: "Sometimes in my life, I am full of confidence. I feel like an angel, coming to the world with a special mission, capable of doing anything. But sometimes, I feel that I am not good enough." I was lucky enough to get a kiss from the muse. If one day, she stops kissing me and I lose my painting magic, then I will have no choice but to commit suicide." These are strange words of inferiority.

Tang Ning knew that the smaller the place, the more difficult it would be for a painter from a bad background to get rid of this inner demon.

This is true for Van Gogh and Gauguin.

How can he be so virtuous and considerate of the scriptures that he can make an exception?

Whenever Gu Weijing has a little bit of such negative emotions in his heart, he will be constantly expanded and torn apart by her words, and finally he will be entangled in his thoughts and fall like the depths of a quagmire.

When a painter begins to doubt himself, he loses the courage to create.At this moment, the true genius has undoubtedly fallen into the mediocrity.

This is the trick of the art industry.

Either don't say harsh words, or use ruthless actions.

Ms. Tangning knows the painter industry very well.

Gu Weijing is far better than he imagined, even though he is still a little-known painter.

However, Tang Ning already felt a sense of crisis from Mr. Cao Xuan's tone and mentality when he mentioned Gu Weijing, as well as Professor Lin Tao's admiration for the boy when she deliberately pretended to mention him unintentionally.

Therefore,
She struck a fatal blow.

(End of this chapter)