Almighty painter

Chapter 467 Gu Weijing

Cao Xuan thought for a while.

"Will this answer be broadcast on the oil painting program?" He played with the empty cup in his hand.

"Why not. That painting, that story, you said so much about what to expect from him."

Anna held the wine glass and shook the last remaining wine at the bottom of the glass slightly: "I think all the audience are waiting for this name, aren't they?"

"Then I'm sorry, but I can't tell you here."

Cao Xuan talked about the past with a little sigh in his tone: "I have been reviewing many decisions in my life recently. When people get old, they will keep recalling the regrets in life, just like what we talked about all night today. The content is like that.”

"Now it seems that some of my ideas were wrong. If there is a choice, pushing a young person into the spotlight too early may not be a good thing for his career."

"Eastern Xia people pay attention to accumulation, and the sedimentation in youth is the root under the soil. The scenery, honor, and status of the career, all parts that can be seen are tree trunks that grow upward, but the creative vitality of the painter is Like a rhizome growing in an unnoticed place underground. How deep your roots are and how lonely you can endure will often determine how tall you can grow.”

"A painter whose roots are not strong enough may look very polished, but in the end he will be a little short of something."

"An artist who became famous at a young age and was pushed into the spotlight too early. Are you referring to Ms. Tangning? We all know that she won the gold medal at the Shanghai Biennale at the age of twenty and became famous all over the world."

Anna very keenly caught the sadness in Cao Xuan's words.

"If I understand correctly, this is a very serious accusation. You have repeatedly mentioned before that the biggest worry and hesitation in your heart is that you have not yet seen a successor who can fully inherit your legacy of calligraphy and painting."

"This is different from what the outside world has long believed that the second-generation disciples represented by Ms. Tang will fill your current position in the market after you announce your closure."

"I have to ask a question. What made you change this idea? Is it a matter of creative style, or something else? Is there any conflict between you two? Is it related to the young man you mentioned?"

A few seconds of silence.

Lao Yang next to him was so nervous that he was almost suffocating and shaking.

Just one sentence.

now.

Cao Xuan just said something to express his disappointment in Tang Ning.

There is no need to expel Tangning from the list of people who can inherit his mantle.

All he needs to do is show obvious dissatisfaction and criticism of Tangning's work.

You can instantly reduce the other party's worth by 30%.

This is still quite optimistic.

If it really causes art investors to lose confidence in Tang Ning's future, they will be significantly bearish, triggering a selling frenzy.

That's no joke.

words that cause panic in the market.

It can be done in the blink of an eye if it really wipes out zero and reduces it by half.

Paul Getty, the Rockefeller family, the Elena family, the Las Vegas gambling kings, the princes of the Middle East... these super rich people with assets of more than billions of dollars may really rely on their personal subjective opinions when buying paintings. Hobbies, improving artistic taste or public image, etc.

They may not have even thought about selling it.

But except for this top 0.00001% of collectors.

The remaining 99.99999% of the main buyers.

I went down to the small alley in front of the Academy of Fine Arts and the college students picked up a big loudspeaker and shouted, "Does anyone want 350? 300 yuan, 300 yuan. It's a rare opportunity, first come first served." A Dutch auction (note) on site.

(Note: Sale auctions are generally cheap street auctions used to dispose of unwanted small household appliances and flowers at low prices.)
Even in the VIP rooms of Castel and Sotheby's, people spent $100 million to buy Monet, Van Gogh, and Picasso while chatting and laughing.

Are they spending money for their artistic hobbies and aesthetic beliefs?

No.

Be honest.

Everyone is spending a lot of money just for the bright prospect of "money begets money".

Art investment is an investment.

The driving force behind all investments in the world is the desire for increased property value.

Art is not afraid of being expensive, but it is afraid that investors will not see the future.

The painting market is very special. Gold is never worth gold and stone is worth stone.

Instead.

Gold can be worth the price of diamonds, but stones are not even worth shit.

As long as you can find the "right" artist, even if you need to spend $100 million to buy his paintings, it can be a good deal that is hard to find under the sun.

But spending one dollar on a painting by the "wrong" artist is a crappy investment for a collector.

Wouldn't it be more comfortable if we save the money and go to the supermarket to buy toilet paper and go home to wipe our butts?
As for Tang Ning's current record-breaking net worth, how much of it is because of Tang Ning herself, and how much of it is because of the public's expectations of being "Cao Xuan's successor".

Everyone has a steelyard in their heart.

You can be all-powerful because of this, but you will be knocked down because of it.

Tang Ning was able to fetch an astronomical figure of HK$2.6 million in Hong Kong because investors were confident that once she successfully replaced Cao Xuan in the market niche.

2.6 million Hong Kong dollars can immediately become 5 million, 10 billion, or 15 billion.

That’s why he was enthusiastically pursued by investors, surrounded by the media, and had dinner with Liu Tianwang in Victoria Harbor.

The scenery is infinite.

If you spent 2000 million to buy a painting at the beginning of the year, it would be worth million in the blink of an eye before it was warmed in the safe.

You see, the big collectors are still laughing with you, no, they have already been fucking your ancestors for eighteen generations in their hearts.

What the hell is a pig-killing plate?

To put it exaggeratedly, if I hate you so much that I don’t buy a killer to give you two shots, it’s not bad.

Not only is it a matter of net worth, but many of your upper-class connections will also be broken due to such trivial reactions. This is truly fatal.

The less prospects there are, the less friends there are, and the lower the market confidence, the less prospects there are.

This is the most terrifying "death spiral" in the painter's career.

The market is very cruel. In the capital world, there is only the jingle of money in the pockets of successful people, and there is no mercy for losers.

Miss Elena looked at Cao Xuan's face, her beautiful, sparkling eyes seemed to be psychic at this moment.

The meaning she contains clearly seems to be saying——

[Don’t lie, old gentleman, otherwise, I will know. ] Lao Yang moved his Adam's apple with difficulty and swallowed.

"Tang Ning didn't know that tonight's interview existed when she left. Even if she knew, she definitely didn't expect that the topic of tonight's chat would be so in-depth. Otherwise, even if I chased her away with a stick, she would never leave this place. Half a step from room to room, never.”

At this moment, such thoughts flashed through the personal assistant's mind.

Regarding the topic of the relationship between Mr. Cao's successor and his master and apprentice, during the interview, I made several insinuations but only scratched the surface.

Lao Yang naively thought that Anna had let this topic go.

Who knows.

She saved the most important question for last.

At the end of the interview, Cai Tu suddenly revealed a sharp and irresistible blow.

Mr. Cao stared at Anna's eyes for a short while, then suddenly looked away and smiled helplessly.

"It's a very bold imagination. But I'm sorry, Miss Anna, you guessed wrong this time. I'm not talking about Tangning, I'm actually talking about myself."

"Yourself?"

The old man put the cup on the table and nodded.

"I became famous too early, and I have never suffered from loneliness in my life. Xiao Ning became famous at the age of 20, and Picasso won the gold medal in the Malaga Tour Exhibition at the age of . This was already ridiculously early. But I When I was less than ten years old, I was accepted as a disciple by my teacher, and was regarded by everyone as the future star of Eastern Xia art. At the age when Xiao Ning won the gold medal, I was already called the master of the Southern Painting School by Ta Kung Pao. Come on, think about it, is there anything more 'excessive' than this?"

"It certainly sounds arrogant. But to be honest, I have never suffered from the loneliness of not being famous in my life. Many painters have longed for their whole life, but I got it all when I was too young. So I feel that I lack the kind of van Gogh. Full of vitality and paranoia, looking back on my life, my artistic achievements have not been able to reach a higher level, and there are probably many reasons for this. "

"As for Xiao Ning, what conflict can we have?"

Cao Xuan leaned back on his chair and said with a smile.

"From any aspect, from any angle, she is the one who is most like me. When I say that I have not found the successor that I hope for the most, it is not because Tangning's painting is not good enough. It's just... I hope that she can More precipitation and brewing.”

"To use a more fashionable term, my successor should be 'Cao Xuan PLUS' instead of 'Cao Xuan No. 2'. Only by climbing higher step by step can our art be evergreen."

Lao Yang exhaled heavily.

Anna turned her head and stared at Cao Xuan's face intently.

Maybe, she believed what the old man said.

Perhaps, she saw something else.

But after a while.

She looked away and pursed her lips, "Interesting statement... Thank you, Mr. Cao Xuan, today's interview was really fruitful."

After Anna struck the blow, she sheathed her sword.

She unearthed countless problems tonight, but on this most critical issue, she did not choose to press forward step by step.

Perhaps this is her smartest point.

Ana turned off the phone recorder, but did not immediately show any intention of leaving.

The woman stood up, leaning on her cane.

Walking to a corner of the living room, her eyes passed over the decorative imitation oil paintings hanging on the wall, and stopped in front of a vertical oriental painting, and looked at it slowly.

"Interesting. I was here two years ago, and I remember that what was hanging here at that time was Klimt's "Idylle". This painting shouldn't be the original decoration of the room, right?"

Cao Xuan also stood up.

He also came to Miss Elena with crutches on his back.

"I rarely see you publishing columns on oriental art in Oil Painting magazine. Do you feel alienated from Chinese painting?"

he asked.

"It's not really a gap, but it's like what you said. The cultural accumulation required to appreciate frozen paintings and to appreciate movies is different. I don't make frivolous comments about things that I'm not familiar with."

"In the column group, there are colleagues who are more professional than me and are responsible for the content of the Chinese painting section." Anna answered.

"But you still came to interview me today?"

"So, what we are talking about is your emotions and your life, not your artistic attainments itself, right? I don't have much exposure to Chinese painting techniques, but I feel that human beings always have something in common when it comes to emotions."

Miss Elena did not turn around when she answered.

Her eyes were fixed on the flower drawings on the wall.

"Makes sense."

Cao Xuan nodded slightly, "What about this painting? What did you see in this painting? I noticed that during the interview, Miss Anna, you stared at this painting several times. This painting Do you feel any difference?"

"Well...it's hard to explain clearly, but I think this painting is very interesting."

"Oh, how interesting is that?"

The old man raised his eyebrows playfully and asked reluctantly.

"Tchaikovsky?"

"How to say it." Cao Xuan frowned.

"Tchaikovsky, like Yayoi Kusama, was born with certain neurological disorders. He was often very sensitive and prone to depression. More importantly, he lived a prosperous and prosperous life in Moscow. He lives a comfortable life, but this is not obtained by his outstanding acting skills, but by one of his admirers, the wealthy widow heiress Mrs. Meck, who gives him a sponsorship of 6000 rubles every year, which is equivalent to one hundred rubles. The total income of the serfs. This sense of imbalance aggravated Tchaikovsky’s inner hesitation and sensitivity. He once doubted whether he was a good musician. "

"Well, the creator of this painting probably needs to hear these things."

Even Cao Xuan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect this angle of appreciating the painting. I probably know what you want to say, please continue." He spread his palms.

"But no one can deny that Tchaikovsky is the greatest artist ever born in Russian history, and an insurmountable pinnacle of grandeur in the entire history of classical music. Many times, there is a quiet and beautiful feeling in his works. The main theme, this is his unique quality.”

"Exquisite layout, complex layers."

"His music blooms slowly like a flower, changing from fluctuation to smoothness, then from smoothness to calmness, from wildness and restlessness that constantly interferes and disrupts the order, and finally merges into one, turning into the sad death of the swan, Hamlet Lonely Revenge ends with extremely private emotions and returns to the theme.”

Anna's eyes stared at the colorful flowers and leaves on the rice paper, and the huge purple flower tree in the center of the flowers and leaves.

"This painting gave me a similar look and feel. It was a strange art experience that I had never experienced before, so I thought of Tchaikovsky's music."

"I have to say that someone who can make such an appreciation comment would be too humble to say that he doesn't know enough about Eastern art." Cao Xuan clapped his hands lightly.

Miss Elena's eyes glanced at [Gu Weijing's] name signature.

"Mr. Cao Xuan, if I am not mistaken, the author of this painting is the young man you mentioned, right?"

(End of this chapter)