Almighty painter

Chapter 466 Your name
"No, it's better than that, and it's far more precious than that. You will get a program that allows the audience to get to know you again from head to toe. A person with regrets, a person with desires, is far better than sitting in the golden light Not every artist has such a chance to fall in love with you.”

"At the same time, you will gain my respect."

Anna said calmly.

She looked directly into Cao Xuan's eyes.

"I won't write you a check, but I will reward you with a genuine smile if you perform well enough."

Miss Elena smiled very gently.

The tips of the teeth are slightly exposed.

A dragonfly touches the water.

Gone in an instant.

Anna herself is very cold in her daily life and she rarely smiles.

The moment Kataba Yoshimitsu's smile disappeared from her face, Lao Yang actually felt a sense of thirst.

Especially girls from Catholic families.

In the history of art, it is called the "Smile Revolution".

This is true even in oil paintings.

There is no distinction between "civilized" feudal society and "rude" feudal society.

A smile so beautiful that it’s worth a thousand dollars.

Feudalism is all based on oppression.

To borrow a famous quote from the "Standard Model of Etiquette for Women Churches" published by the church in 1705, which has a similar status to the French version of "Female Virtue": "The whole reason nature gave women lips was to cover their teeth gracefully. If they Show your teeth, so what are you doing with your lips?”

Lao Yang said in his heart.

Lao Yang thought it was great!

Showing teeth at any time, including when sneezing, is considered "out of control," "rude," "frivolous," "uneducated," and "sexually seductive."

Just like a whale bone corset does no more harm to a girl's body than binding her feet with strips of cloth.

Both East and West.

In principle, it's better if you never laugh.

Before the late 18th century, all the oil painting portraits of aristocrats that could be found were all poker faces, without exception.

Even if this smile and a check for one million euros were put together, he would... well, he should choose the check.

This is indeed a gift more precious than a check.

The afterimage that has not died out still remains to this day.

But if it were put together with a check of 10,000 euros, Lao Yang would still be willing to hesitate seriously.

In terms of gender relations.

Hey, Brother Yang, our main character is a common man without any pretense.

Feudal society is feudal society.

"Do it again."

But the smile is not good, and the pictures showing teeth are not good either. It would be too outrageous and too "slutty".

Consider it "artistic".

The so-called enlightened European upper class society may not have any less restrictions on women's manners than the evil old societies in the East.

The old European Neo-Confucians have long had a very strange and difficult to understand brain circuit.

Mr. Duke was able to place the picture of Apollo entangled with the nymphs in the most conspicuous position in the living room, and he could talk about it with the king who came to the house and explore it all night.

He rarely shows such a smile.

Lao Yang can tell all the past stories about bedwetting in kindergarten.

Etiquette-wise, Miss Elena did something rude.

Visually speaking, when she smiles, spring blossoms bloom, like ice crystals baked by the fireplace, shining brightly.

A real lady must be insulated from rich facial expressions.

Madame Le Brun, the creator of Mr. Kruger's Birthday Gift to Anna, caused a huge shock in the entire Paris art critic circle because she unprecedentedly allowed the prominent women in her paintings to show their teeth in smiles.

In order to continue to see this smile.

North American Hollywood female movie stars are absolutely not allowed to laugh like they are leaning forward and backward on variety shows.

His head was stretched out like a kindergarten child looking at the teacher's aunt holding a red apple as a reward for the most obedient child.

Anna taught Detective Cat that the essence of pretending to be aristocratic is to always have a "languid" look on your face, that poker face that seems disinterested in everything.

If you do this, you will just have to put "I am a stuffed gorilla" on your face.

Many physical constraints have disappeared.

They are completely okay with the female models in their works being naked.

Cao Xuan seemed to have never expected to hear this answer.

The old gentleman looked at Anna with bright eyes and said sincerely: "What a strong opening statement, and a very confident opening statement."

"Miss Anna, you are different from the rumors I heard before. You are so aggressive in interviews. It seems that you have no room for rejection for a poor old guy like me?"

He said with a smile.

"If you feel offended, I apologize and can cancel this interview and leave. Outside of work, maybe you and I can become friends in another way. But I'm sorry, that's not here. At work, this is That’s my professional attitude.”

Anna looked directly into the old man's eyes and raised her glass.

She leaned forward.

"Although you are old, it is the greatest disrespect to treat you as an old man who needs pity. You are Cao Xuan, the great Cao Xuan, the brilliant Cao Xuan. I didn't run 200 kilometers overnight just to pity you. I’m here to give you the most untold stories.”

Anna pinched the base of the crystal cup with her thumb and forefinger, stretched her arm forward, and stopped in mid-air.

"If you can accept this, then we'll have a glass of wine. Salute the tears you will shed while telling these stories!"

"Offensive, no, of course not."

Cao Xuan pondered for a moment.

"It's just Miss Elena. I don't know if it's appropriate to say this, but I have to say that you are more..."

"Hate?"

"No, cuter."

"Mr. Cao Xuan, you too."

Anna blinked.

Perhaps because this answer was so cute, Mr. Cao finally couldn't help it.

The gloomy mood he felt after talking to Tangning all night was gone.

The old gentleman suddenly laughed.

Smiling wildly and childlike.

"Here's to the smile you'll put on your face. I'm an artist. What better reward than something truly beautiful?"

Cao Xuan is a person who pays great attention to health.

He told Gu Weijing not to get involved in wine, sex, wealth, or anger. There was no one at any banquet who would force him to drink.

The goblet held in the hand is often just a pose and a few sips.

But this time.

But he clinked his glasses and drank it happily.

"Then let's get started. Miss Anna, how should I start? What do you want me to talk about first? Do you want to introduce yourself?" "Anything is fine, as long as it touches you enough to make you sleepless. Everything is fine, no need to introduce yourself. Anyone who paid to listen to this program will not know who Cao Xuan is. If you need me to provide an introduction, then start with your wonderful speech at the opening ceremony of the annual meeting a week ago. Bar."

Anna said: "Young people who have overcome the artist's curse? I am quite interested in this topic. I believe that thousands of friends who watched the opening ceremony are also interested in this topic like me. How did you change from a painting You see so many things in the painting? Have you ever felt that you were haunted by a similar curse?"

Anna remembered the conversation she had with Detective Cat on the eve of the annual meeting.

Two completely different paintings.

Two kinds of life insights that come from far and wide and cannot be hit with eight poles.

But the part about self sounds somewhat similar to the part in Mr. Cao’s speech.

"Success or failure is his own. Is this a declaration of courage common to all outstanding painters? I am very interested in this part of the content."

"Well, this is a long story."

Cao Xuan thought for a moment, put the empty wine glass in his hand on the coffee table, and said softly: "Miss Anna, when you first came in, you told me a story about music. Then I will also tell you a story about music. Let's start with the story of 'Oriental Opera' Peking Opera."

"This is a story that has run through my entire artistic career. It happened in the Shanghai Chenji Grand Theater in 1935. Come to think of it, it was almost a hundred years ago -"

Anna sat up straight.

Amid the sound of the piano and the chirping of firewood in the fireplace, the old man's voice was hoarse and long.

History comes crashing down upon us.
-
puff.

The last small piece of firewood wrapped in smoke rolled in the flames. After struggling for a while, all the heat was consumed.

The open fire in the fireplace dimmed and gradually extinguished, leaving only the charred wood below still showing a slow-burning dull red color.

Beech tastes very light when burned, but its disadvantage is that it is far less resistant to burning than oak.

Once you add wood, a home fireplace will typically only burn for 80 to 100 minutes.

More than an hour and a half has passed since the interview started.

This was far longer than the expected 60 minutes of interview time.

Lao Yang was a little worried whether Mr. Cao would be energetic enough if this continued.

But neither Miss Irina nor Old Man Cao Xuan had any intention of stopping the conversation when the time came to complete the interview task.

The two people really seemed to have forgotten about the interview, just like a pair of speculative old and young people looking at their new year friends, chatting under the moonlight outside the window.

"——Finally, let's talk about awards. I have won all the international awards that I should win. However, I have only won the Silver Lion Award at the Venice Biennale twice, and never the Golden Lion Award."

Cao Xuan's voice was muffled.

He and Anna talked about many things, about his failures in life, about his teachers, and about the several conversations he had with Picasso back then.

These are things that have never been reported by any media before.

When talking about the past of his teacher.

The old man couldn't help but have red circles in his eyes again, but when he mentioned being reviewed by many media, he thought it was the biggest dissatisfaction in Cao Xuan's career.

Cao Xuan calmed down instead.

There was a sense of relief in his voice.

"You have to ask me if it is a regret...probably. After all, it is not a perfect artistic career. However, Easterners believe in shortcomings, and many times, I am not actually the brightest name among my contemporaries. I am fortunate to witness it. In terms of artistic attainments, I dare not say that I have surpassed those of the generation of masters like Qi Baishi and Xu Beihong. I have surpassed my teachers. I have only lived longer than many people.”

Anna said, if the conversation is exciting enough.

She rewards the other person with a smile.

Needless to say, this was a fantastic interview.

If you were sitting in the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce outside, the impatient auntie of the deputy who was already waiting could hear the conversation between the two people.

She would probably be so surprised that she would cover her chest and pass out laughing.

That interview that was smooth and formulaic, that interview where every answer to the question had been scrutinized and reviewed countless times by the other party's assistant and agent, that interview where Sir Brown was teasingly waiting for Anna to have no idea where to start.

To be able to talk about so much important inside information.

This program will be like a hurricane on the seaside, sweeping across the entire English-speaking world of art media.

She might even suggest canceling the podcast.

It's not about stumbling over Anna, nor is it about the high-level struggle within "Oil Painting".

Simply because the information content of this program is too dense.

It’s really not cost-effective to put it into a secondary project within a magazine like audio podcasting.

Want to buy these exciting contents for only 5 euros?
Humph.

If it were broken down into text, it would be enough to publish columns in three or four issues, at least.

Don’t say anything else.

It's just that in Cao Xuan's heart, he still hasn't found the ideal successor who best meets his expectations, but it's not the news that Tang Ning has been appointed to take over.

It is worthy of a front page cover of "Oil Painting".

But Anna made a mistake.

Ever since Mr. Cao started talking about the past, Miss Irina has never smiled again.

She couldn't smile in such a solemn and peaceful atmosphere, nor could she smile to an old man who had just shed tears.

Anna also did not cry with the other person for the sake of the show effect, either sincerely or pretendingly, like many hosts.

She just sat closer quietly.

Slowly stretched out a hand and held Cao Xuan's hand, or rather, it was held by the old man's dead wood-like hands.

The best thing about Miss Irina is not her angelic and flawless appearance.

But a girl who is so cold, as long as she is willing, she can release the warmth of an angel.

It is richer in heat than a burning fireplace.

She just sat there seriously, watching and listening quietly, but she could soothe the sadness like the waves in a person's heart.

It is because of this warmth that exists.

Despite the regrets in their hearts, for many art masters, it is the most painful and reluctant topic of "reverse scale".

Anna did not make the other party feel offended.

Instead, a sense of friendship that seemed to be substantial flowed in the air.

"You are truly a humble person."

"I still think that the reason why I didn't win the Golden Lion Award is not because my painting is not good enough, but because of the aesthetic appreciation concept of the organizing committee. This sentence probably doesn't sound so humble, right?"

"But I want to point out that Dongxia's artistic philosophy is not shackles by winning awards. Zhang Yimou and Ang Lee have both won the Golden Lion Award, right?"

"Miss Anna, appreciating static art paintings requires more aesthetic accumulation and preparation than appreciating story-telling movies." Mr. Cao shook his head.

"I do not deny."

Anna nodded.

Questioning the impartiality of the Venice Organizing Committee is, for 99.99% of the world’s painters, seeking death or making people laugh.

But whether it's "Oil Painting" or Cao Xuan.

None of them were in the 99.99% category, and Anna didn't care if it sounded like she would offend the judges.

Damian Hirst is still criticizing him every day for not being able to win the award. It is a mistake and a huge loss at the Venice Biennale.

This sounds like too much.

"Then the last question is, can you give me the name of that very interesting young man you mentioned repeatedly at the annual meeting and in our interviews?"

Anna asked expectantly.

(End of this chapter)