Almighty painter

Chapter 324 Sakai-san, I want to draw

The hills overlap, the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to reach the fragrant snow on the cheeks.Too lazy to draw eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other.Newly embroidered Luo Ru, both golden partridges - "Bodhisattva Man" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
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A thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not always exist. Beautiful works of art and artists will be covered in dust. This truth is correct.

Gold will always shine, and outstanding works of art will speak for themselves. This sentence is also true.

If you open a textbook on the evolution of art, you will find that the history of art throughout the ages is composed of these two contradictory narrative methods.

Half reality, half fairy tale.

The entire history of human art is a flower of hope growing in the gap between reality and fairy tales.

It is not as good as the romantic philosophers imagined, nor as desperate as the melancholy poets describe it.

When Uncle Sakai calmly faced his paintings and his life with an indifferent attitude, he was eating rice balls and painting with peace of mind in the studio, and his belly was growing day by day.

Give life some time and good luck will eventually knock on his door.

The exhibition of the painting was repeatedly delayed.

Like most young painters who are initially screened by galleries, he was initially assigned to a preview booth at the Tokyo Art Fair. After his agent's hard lobbying, he was upgraded to a booth in the main exhibition area next year. .

In the final preparation stage before the exhibition, the gallerist of Daejeon Gallery personally took it down.

This famous Japanese art dealer saw the potential of this painting and gave Uncle Sakai a chance.

He brought it to the 2006 London Art Fair three years later, and together with Yayoi Kusama, who was already famous at the time, it became part of the European touring exhibition that Ota Art Gallery spent a huge amount of money to create.

Three postponements became the third springboard of fate.

The sesame blossoms are steadily high.

Three years later, this oil painting was sold to a Middle Eastern oil businessman for 27 pounds. It became the seventh most expensive work sold at the London Art Fair at that time. For a time, the spotlight was bright, and Kazunari Sakai This name is famous in Asia.

At that time.

Their first daughter, Katsuko Sakai, has already been born.

"27 pounds. My father never thought this price was anything amazing. He said that for Sakai Kazunari, who was not very famous at the time, 27 pounds was like a miracle. For the painting itself To me, this painting is too low.”

Sakai Katsuko told Gu Weijing: "In the next ten years, my father's works were sold for US$50, US$100 million, and US$300 million. But none of these works were as good as this painting. That painting recorded his The biggest transformation in his life. It was the pinnacle of his life's works, the most awesome works he has ever painted in his life."

"This has nothing to do with technique, only love and pain."

"I once asked my dad at the dinner table how it felt to paint such a painting, and whether it was very exciting. Is it true that selling the first painting in my life for the equivalent of 500 million yen can be exchanged for an apartment in Tokyo? It’s a very fulfilling thing.”

Sakai Katsuko patted Gu Weijing's face.

"He answered me, Katsuko, that's not the case. When I painted this painting, I was just very calm. I knew it was great. How could a work that I put so much effort into not be great? I also knew it. It should be very expensive. But that doesn’t matter at all.”

"The important thing is that I know who this painting is for. My heart has settled down. For me at that time, could this painting be sold for 30 pounds, 30 yen, or 3000 yen? It doesn't matter whether I can change my apartment or have a bowl of ramen like this on hand. It doesn't even matter whether I can stay or not. I have an audience like your mother, even if I am a street painter who only paints for her ,I am also very happy."

"The media always say that that art fair was the most important turning point in my life. I got the opportunity to attend the London Art Fair, just like Monet decided to participate in the Impressionist Salon or Dali at the 1928 Carnegie Art Fair. With his reputation rising, Mr. Ota is my biggest confidant and noble person in my life.”

"No, my lady will always be your mother. The turning point of my life was not the crowded Regent's Park Exhibition Hall in London, but the unnamed unfinished building in Osaka. Being dragged into the unfinished business by your mother When we walked out of the unfinished building, I was just a sad, inferior and pitiful helpless puppy. When we walked out of the unfinished building twenty minutes later, I had become today's artist Mr. Kazunari Sakai. A peaceful and happy man.”

Miss Sakai gently scratched Gu Weijing's ear.

"This is the story of my parents, do you understand now?"

[When your mother led me into an unfinished building, I was just a sad, inferior and pitiful helpless puppy.When we walked out of the unfinished building 10 minutes later, I had become the artist Issei Sakai I am today, a peaceful and happy person. 】

Gu Weijing was lost in thought, thinking about the scene when the fat artist with a round figure said such words to his daughter.

There are no earth-shattering oaths, no shirtless men clenching their fists and shouting declarations of war in hot-blooded cartoons.

In fact, except for certain gourmet cartoons, no cartoonist would arrange a plot where a man would say something about life while drinking ramen soup at the dinner table.

Perhaps while we were talking, Professor Kazunari Sakai was still slurping ramen noodles with some chopped onions on his lips, right?
Even so.

It's still so calm and has such a long aftertaste.

At this time, the round and fleshy face of Uncle Sakai that appeared in his mind was so peaceful... it was actually a bit Zen, like a calm-minded Maitreya Buddha.

After listening to this story, Gu Weijing finally understood.

Why does Uncle Sakai think he has become a Buddha?

This kind of "becoming a Buddha" has nothing to do with his fondness for chewing chicken legs, nor does it have anything to do with Uncle Sakai's career direction of often drawing young ladies with and without clothes.

Mrs. Sakai is Uncle Sakai’s Buddha, the Zen in his heart, and the anchor of his heart.

His eternal immobility.

It is for this reason that Uncle Sakai is in a top art circle where people are obsessed with life, materialism, and can be as dissolute as they want. He is such a great painter who likes to draw girls.

In the past ten years, he has actually maintained a record of zero scandals.

It is for this reason that success or failure, career ups and downs, and critical acclaim are unpredictable.

As long as Mrs. Sakai is by his side.

He is never afraid.

"My mom is the anchor in my dad's heart, and this is the most romantic story we've seen and heard over the years. I hope one day, when we're grown up and have kids, that one day At the dinner table after I finish cooking, you can hold their hands and tell a similarly heartwarming story while watching TV."

"Even better than that, the two of us have become each other's anchor. No matter what setbacks we go through, as long as you hold each other's hand, you feel like you hold the whole world."

"This will be our goal for the next few decades. If we do it, it will be a lifelong romance and the greatest achievement in my life."

"Today's story is about sharing with Gu Jun."

On a small fishing boat in the middle of the lake in the Royal Botanic Gardens, the blue water of the lake is like a charming dream, and the ebony bent harp with the phoenix head and the harp plays the melodious music of the Balai mode.

The girl and the boy in the fishing boat interlocked with each other, telling stories about their lives.

"No matter whether our inner lake is calm or turbulent, as long as the inner anchor is fixed, then all difficulties will be just small corners and challenges in the journey of life. If the lake is calm, we can go boating together like today. If it is stormy, , then we’ll enjoy surfing.”

Sakai Katsuko lay her upper body on Gu Weijing's naked body. The two of them were touching each other through a thin layer of fabric, face to face, nose to nose, and heartbeat to heartbeat. "I have only one relationship this year. This is the first relationship I have experienced in my life, and I hope it will also be the last one. At this age, I cannot guarantee that I will have the same courage and determination as my mother to jump off a building, but I guarantee you... ...If you really fail, then..."

Shengzi kissed Gu Weijing's forehead gently again.

"I'll take care of you."

Gu Weijing took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

After a long breath that seemed to last a century, he reached out and pulled off the blindfold.

The two looked at each other.

He stared into his girlfriend's lilac eyes: "Sakai-san, I want to draw."

this time.

Sakai Katsuko didn't see any anxiety or fear in Gu Weijing's pupils, nor did she see any excitement or eagerness to try.

She only saw eyes as quiet and deep as the lake beneath her.

then.

Sakai Katsuko nodded without hesitation: "Go and paint. You don't have to dock. I brought brushes and paints in my backpack."

She knew the boy was finally ready to write.

The transformation of her father's life originated from the seventeen-story cobweb-covered and dusty unfinished building in Osaka.

Her boyfriend's transformation happened in front of her eyes on this little fishing boat.

Before Gu Weijing put on the blindfold, he was a little boy with a sensitive heart and outstanding skills.

After Gu Weijing took off his blindfold.

He was ready to become a truly great painter.
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The small fishing boat has a flat bottom and a shallow draft. It is a typical still water boat. The lowest part of the boat side is only slightly higher than a dozen centimeters above the lake surface.

Awang wore an inflatable orange life-saving collar around his neck.

There are many foreign tourists in the park who do not forget to bring their cats and dogs with them when traveling, so the park management office here actually has simple pet lifebuoys for rent.

When they got on the boat, Ms. Sakai put a pet air bag on the cat, making it look like a little lion with a mane on its front neck.

Cat is very satisfied with her new equipment.

Especially since she got on the boat, she has been lying on the side of the boat, staring at her reflection in the water, and from time to time she would tentatively stretch out her paws to fish out the equally handsome and beautiful cat from the water. Come.

Cats, like dogs, are born to swim.

Awang was a little afraid of water. He leaned out half of his body a few times and just touched the water with his flesh claws. He immediately retracted his body in fright. He looked at the reflection on the water that was broken into ripples. He was puzzled. winking.

Even when Gu Weijing was looking for painting supplies in the backpack next to him, he just rolled his eyes with disdain at this couple who were obsessed with rubbing their ears and temples together and ignored the feelings of cats and cats.

Continue to meditate on the water like a philosopher.

Gu Weijing was happy that no light bulb disturbed their world. He glanced at Awang's body and the pet carrier extension cord that Miss Sakai tied to the boat tent, limiting its range of movement to the edge of the boat string. Awang would not After actually skidding and falling off the boat without making a sound.

Then he concentrated on rummaging around in his backpack.

He found a thin drawing brush and a small box of rouge.

"It seems there is no rice paper, Shengzi, have you put it in the compartment of your schoolbag?" Gu Weijing turned over and over, but couldn't see any trace of rice paper.

"No, I didn't bring it. I think you don't need rice paper to draw on the boat."

Sakai Katsuko bit her lower lip.

"Don't need rice paper?"

Gu Weijing blinked.

It is easy to understand that painting on a boat does not require water mixed with pigments. Without rice paper, where would you paint?
"I can't draw it on the ship's plank."

Gu Weijing asked without knowing why.

It is not impossible to paint on the ship board. Some artists are like dogs that follow the ground to urinate and defecate. They will leave their "calligraphy treasures" in various places anytime and anywhere.

On napkins, on billboards, on taxi headrests, on hotel walls.

It is quite common for artists to have this habit of painting wherever they go, especially represented by some gangster street spray-paint graffiti painters.

If you think about the records in the "Shiqu Baoji" of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qianlong stamped seals, inscribed poems, and wrote his own name on more than 17000 calligraphy and painting works in his lifetime, and you can probably understand some of this kind of artist enclosure style. What is Mo’s mentality like?

Do not evaluate the right or wrong of the behavior itself.

For such a commemorative painting, Gu Weijing did not want to just paint it on the board of an unknown boat in the park. He also wanted to take this painting home and collect it!

"I."

Sakai Katsuko said softly, she closed her eyes and lay flat on the bamboo mat in the boat canopy.

"Ok?"

Gu Weijing looked at his girlfriend confused, not understanding what she meant.

"Okay, I take back my previous comment. In some aspects, Gu Jun is ready to become a great painter. In some aspects, he is still a little boy."

Ms. Sakai had already laid down and closed her eyes. She saw that her boyfriend was indeed a little confused in some aspects of his emotions.

She could only complain helplessly in her heart and opened her eyes again.

"I mean, I can be your rice paper... Classmate Gu, just like the ancients who drew eyebrows, draw me a rouge flower."

(End of this chapter)