Almighty painter

Chapter 454 Dream

"Hey, this is quite loud."

Teacher Watter raised the corners of his mouth and whistled cutely.

He felt it was quite amusing.

He knew Gu Weijing's level.

It's true that your skills improve quickly, and it's true that you draw well, but you have to follow the basic logic no matter what.

We are also people who have seen the world, aren’t we?
It’s not like Watter has never seen a truly extravagant gift.

Dulwich College stipulates that teachers may not accept gifts of more than $20 in any form.

The heaviest student gift Professor Wattel received was a thank-you gift from a fat father when his son was admitted to Cornell University.

Two bottles of wine and an ice blue Buddha pendant.

Or you suddenly become enlightened and take a very impressive photo, or you stuff too much money and the media boasts that you are awesome.

He found out later.

Two bottles of local palm wine for less than three dollars, paired with gifts that could buy a truckload of palm wine, were given away in the same inconspicuous bag.

The fat little dad who looked ordinary with a wilted head and brain turned out to be a big jadeite mine owner.

The improvement of a freehand painter is achieved through enlightenment.

It is not a big problem to deceive laymen.

The improvement of a realistic painter is the upgrading of fighting monsters, including the direction of career.

Techniques will never deceive people, nor will they get something for nothing.

What if Gu Weijing really drew a check with "6 millon" written on it and gave it to him.

That’s not to say that technique isn’t important.

But experts will laugh at you as a fool... at least you are too unprofessional, and you don't even follow the basic laws when you praise others.

Artists who purely pursue "conceptual art" will succeed or fail quickly.

Without a foundation, there would be no tall buildings. Matisse and Picasso, these abstract painters, all have very good line skills.

He was still more thoughtful and went to the school's external teacher to teach jewelry appreciation to get an estimate of the price.

At the time, Wattel thought the pendant was just an ordinary gadget.

The wine tastes bitter and unpleasant.

This logic is correct.

Realistic painting and freehand painting are different.

Foreigners don’t play much with emeralds, but with jadeite.

Naturally, it was nothing more than the realistic landscape painting of "Museum Island", which was the dream goddess he had been pursuing for ten years but could not find.

There are traces to follow every step of the way.

If it's the latter.

Otherwise, the other party would have drawn six million pounds on the paper for him.

A large number of famous artists who play with the concept of painting are themselves masters of realism.

To be honest, this thing itself is so humorous.

Wattel could even completely guess what the other party was drawing.

Technique is always the foundation of all painting schools.

Originally an ordinary painter.

But at least in the field of painting that plays with abstraction and "spiritual essence", there are three years of failure to become a blockbuster, five years of sitting idle, and one day of success.

The realistic style of Wattel's main work is a step-by-step "internal boxing". It's nothing fancy, just practice.

Wattel quite admired this guy's sense of humor.

Watter spent a night of war between heaven and man, and finally his teacher's dignity prevailed, so he honestly went to the principal and used the school's official channels to return the gift.

It's his dream.

"Have confidence."

No matter how good Gu Weijing's painting was, he was still on par with Vattel's own level, or even slightly lower.

But if the media reports that some unknown realistic painter went out to collect works, looked up at the moonlight one night, and then took a magic pill, his realistic techniques improved greatly, and he was completely transformed.

Whether it is Fauvism or Cubism, the latter is a painting method that pays great attention to inspiration and emotion.

otherwise.

But giving him...the opportunity to "realize his dream"...Seriously speaking, this is the first time in Professor Vatel's life that he has seen such a confident student.

When I found out what kind of ice this thing was, it actually cost several thousand dollars.

It's the informality of a rich man.

If the right hype spreads, the transaction record of the work may go from tens of thousands of dollars to millions of dollars, maybe in just a year or two.

But the bubble burst, and it only takes a year or two to go from being the darling of the spotlight to being a talent that no one cares about.

Whether you are a painter or an art investor, everyone is riding a roller coaster with your heartbeat.

Artists who follow a realistic style slowly climb up the ladder.

Skill improvement and career trajectories tend to be continuous.

From being nobody's favorite, to being slightly unknown, to rising to prominence, to becoming famous, and finally becoming a superstar... they all climbed up step by step along this trajectory.

There is something to be gained.

If you walk slowly, you will stand more steadily during the ups and downs.

Even Titian, Turner, Menzel and Picasso were all prodigies who became famous at a young age and were praised all over the world.

But studying the resumes of these people, you can find that they still followed a very steady path when they were young.

No different than an ordinary painter.

Become interested in art, study, be valued and supported by local wealthy businessmen or priests, study, be sent to an academy of fine arts or a master's studio, study, participate in art exhibitions, study, become a cardinal or the favorite painter of the royal family... it is nothing more than a The most normal journey to heaven for great artists from the old Western era.

Including the improvement of techniques shown in the works, there are also traces that can be followed slowly.

It's just that geniuses are slow, but for ordinary painters, it's as fast as lightning.

For many professional painters, the thresholds and bottlenecks that are difficult to overcome in their lifetime can be jumped over in just a few months, or even a week or two.

This is true whether it is in terms of technique or career path.

But no matter how fast it is, there has to be a process, right?
"Huh, I've been painting for ten years, and you just brushed it and jumped over. How is that possible? Are you taking off on a rocket?" Vatel took a sip of beer and commented: "You are still young, your heart is flying. Flying faster than the skills.”

Wattle grinned.

[...The ball came to Kimmich's feet. The Bayern captain chose to pass the ball to Thomas Muller in the frontcourt. The No. 25 German international held the ball and broke through into the frontcourt. Can he succeed...The ball was cleared. Bottom line. 】

When I turned on the TV, the game had already started twenty minutes.

"Well!"

Vettel was holding a beer, watching Wolfsburg resolve an exquisite attack by Bayern Munich, and licked his lips with some regret.

Then he couldn't help but look at the note posted on the door of the workshop out of the corner of his eye.

He originally wanted to do nothing, think about nothing, and just watch the ball quietly.

But.

At this moment, Walter's curiosity was really aroused by Gu Weijing.

He mainly wanted to see how this student, whose painting skills were improving so fast that he felt like eating sour grapes every day, could brag and go bankrupt. "Young people, if you are praised a few times, you will become a little impetuous."

Vettel certainly won't be angry about this.

Children mean well.

He made up his mind that no matter how good or bad Gu Weijing's paintings were, he would make a special effort to praise him the next time they met in school.

I would like to say something against my will that I have learned a lot from the other person’s works, and the paintings are so good.

Conceit is a virtue for artists.

At least most of the conceited and narcissistic artists have strong personalities.

Many times what keeps a painter persistently on the road of art is the paranoia and confidence of initially believing in oneself for no reason, and believing that "I am the best" for no reason.

Which painter was a child.

Don’t believe that you will become the next Leonardo da Vinci or the next Picasso?
It's just that their spirit will continue to wear away as they grow up. From extracurricular classes in primary schools, to art classes in middle schools, and then to college art schools, among more and more good painters, they will gradually become invisible to everyone, and even doubt them. Life.

Vatel was very kind and hoped that Gu Weijing could maintain the energy in his chest for a while longer.

Think about it.

In ten or twenty years, if this past event is brought up again, both parties will find it very interesting, right?

On the TV screen, the referee and the players got into an argument over physical contact, and players from both sides started pushing and shoving.

"Go and take a look and draw a picture. When you come back, you can take the corner kick in time."

The sketch teacher said to himself in his heart.

He put the beer bottle on the cabinet on the side, shook his head, casually put the note at the door in his pocket, opened the door to the workroom, and walked in.

"I was such a confident kid back then!"

Vattel recalled the time when he was young, when everyone took the school bus, put sandwiches, milk and tomatoes in their schoolbags, and were led by their teachers to visit Museum Island during spring outings.

The past events are vivid in my mind.

At that time, he innocently and fearlessly pointed to the magnificent building on Museum Island that looked like a fairy tale, and said with his hands on his hips, "One day, my works will be placed there too!"

Is not it?
It's a pity that there is no excellent teacher like him to comfort and encourage him.

pat.

Professor Wattel let out a sigh of frustration mixed with pride, touched the power switch on the wall of the workroom, turned on the light, and leaned his head to look at the table top.

"Oh...hey, ugh!"

The deep and heavy sigh suddenly changed into a strange tone.

It's as if a violinist's bow is dragging from the G string to the thinnest E string.

Trembling, with doubts about the world.

Wattel stared at the work on the table that he knew so well.

Familiar composition, familiar framing, familiar line structure... The only thing that is unfamiliar is the unfamiliar intimacy with the slender buildings in this work.

It's like yesterday reappeared.

The sunlight penetrates Berlin's unique clouds and fog, slides down from high in the sky, and refracts among the water waves.

The mottled red bricks of Berlin's Neues Museum stand against the mottled sea of ​​clouds in the sky with mottled solemnity. It was built between William I and William II, only 150 years ago.

This is not a very old building in old Europe.

But it stands in the center of Berlin, witnessing the era when the fire of civilization illuminated the entire world in Zweig's writing, and also witnessed the street lights in Europe being extinguished one by one during the war, and never to be seen again for a generation. of chaos and madness.

Heroes and criminals, revolutionaries and careerists, emperors and soldiers, artists and poets.

Bismarck, Moltke, Rosa Luxemburg, Einstein, Menzel, Wittgenstein... countless names known to the world have passed under the huge circular porch.

It was destroyed twice by war and rebuilt twice.

So it's old enough again.

Vatter silently stared at the surface of the watercolor paper. The color perfectly solidified the dust and smoke of the world. Every trace of smoke on the bricks, every trace of weathering, every trace of dust and dust was rendered just right.

The glass is inlaid with a heliocentric, like a flowing mercury flame.

The Spree River flowing next to it is covered with a layer of light blue tranquility, which is as quiet as a huge piece of satin in the painting.

That's a painting.

But the sketch teacher can completely imagine the way those same colors, the same sunlight, and the same dust shake off from the drawing paper and land on the collars and hats of generations after generations.

You can imagine that too.

The way it looked when it fell on him.

Professor Vatel seemed to have traveled through a long time tunnel, with decades of time flowing backwards.

The picture once again brought back memories deep in his heart. He seemed to have turned into a boy wearing a school uniform and shorts, getting off the school bus and looking at Museum Island for the first time in his life.

There is a childish declaration in my ears.

The smell of fresh tomatoes floats on the nose.

A distant bell rang in the distance.

"Oh shit."

Wattel stared at the painting on the table in silence for half a minute, then cursed softly, "I know it, I know it, I know the Heineken beer sold in the street shops is unreliable."

"Shit! This fake wine is harmful to people, it's spiked with drugs!"

"It must be the leaf wine popular in Thailand!"

One of the key points of life in Southeast Asia is to never drink anything unreliable.

Especially since Thailand next door has now become a country where leaves are legalized.

There are often all kinds of random drinks, beers, cocktails and even fake wine with added leaf ingredients. Aboveboardness is spread in various restaurants and tourist shops.

If tourists are not careful and fail to notice the signs above, they can easily fall victim to this trap.

Wattle felt that he must have accidentally fallen into a trap in order to take advantage of a few dollars, which caused his head to be high and messed up.

It's not that his head is messed up.

It’s just that the world is in chaos.

Otherwise...how could he see such a painting on his desk!
pat.

Vatter turned off the lights in the workroom with a bang and stared at the wall with wide eyes.

a long time.

He found that his heart was beating very fast.

nonsense.

Seeing such a piece of work on the workbench made his art teacher's heart beat so fast. That was outrageous.

however.

Wattel found that he didn’t seem to have the urge to see strange little fluorescent figures dancing, or to use the window of the workroom as a goal to volley with great force.

Ok?
It seems that there is nothing wrong with my mind.

So, there is only one answer left - something seems to be wrong with the world.

Professor Vatel's heart beat faster.

He took a deep breath, slowly pressed the switch on the wall, and turned it on gently.

The German's movements were so slow, as if he was afraid that a slightly reckless move would awaken this unrealistic dream in his mind.

(End of this chapter)