Almighty painter

Chapter 472 Detective Anna

Miss Elena looked at the phone screen for a few times.

I purposely zoomed in to take a look at the "Peony Picture" in the hands of this elderly painter.

A mediocre piece of work.

To be honest, the main audience for Chinese paintings is concentrated in the Asian market.

Among European and American enthusiasts, there are two extremes.

In the world of Sinology, or among elite groups in Europe, the paintings of survivors from the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and the Ming and Qing Dynasties, unexpectedly have their own fanatical and die-hard fans.

The works of Zheng Sixiao, the painter whom Gu Tongxiang most admired, were once prominent in the painting world.

In the field of studying Eastern art in Europe, his level of discussion was not necessarily inferior to that of the Eastern Xia Dynasty.

The sadness of the Southern Song Dynasty when mountains and rivers were broken and prosperity ceased.

Instead, the slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

However, she just felt weird.

Anna laughed in her heart that she was too sensitive.

But people who don’t like it really don’t like it, and even find it completely incomprehensible.

She really has relatively little contact with the art philosophy of Chinese painting, and her main personal interests remain in the fields of oil painting and watercolor.

However, we are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but we are afraid of comparing goods.

Miss Elena is actually neither.

Wait and wait almost in all directions.

It has been surprisingly popular in galleries over the past half century.

But your subconscious is telling you that there is something weird mixed in the photo.

And helplessly watching the "bumpkin" Americans who "brave their innocence and stupidity" to occupy the right to speak in the Western world, they had no choice but to retreat to their own small building and reminisce about the past time in Prost's works in the middle of the night, and reminisce about the meeting of cousins. , the sorrow in the hearts of traditional old aristocratic families in the pre-war golden age when a few letters could determine the situation in Europe.

Let’s look at the works of Gu Tongxiang again.

After just having an in-depth discussion with Cao Xuan for hundreds of minutes, and watching "Wisteria" up close and personal, which is as beautiful and peaceful as Tchaikovsky's Waltz.

"That's right. It's not easy for an old Yangon painter to be signed to Ma Shi Gallery. It's not easy. But from any point of view, it can't be as high as Mr. Cao Xuan's high expectations. Compared with young people, it is nothing but normal.”

Chinese painting did not show any special attraction to her.

Just like Picasso.

How strange.

This style of painting is also worthy of encouragement.

In addition to the visual impact that the painting style initially brings, the eyes are bright.

Or the aesthetics of depression and death with self-destructive tendencies, represented by "The Peach Blossom Fan" in the late Ming Dynasty, "The situation is over, let's all look forward to the spring sunshine."

It seems that something should not appear at all, and it is in great contrast with the surrounding environment. Elements that are out of place appear in this photo.

Just like many Dongxia people think that abstraction, Dada, and Pop art are all money laundering.

Just like a forty-year-old aunt wearing heavy makeup, trying to grasp the last trace of youth, she bumped into a quiet, elegant and naturally beautiful beauty.

Obviously, looking from left to right, the "Peony Picture" is a mediocre work.

However, with this thought in her heart, Miss Elena never turned off the screen.

There is an antique fairy with Doraemon's head.

The painting context of being inclusive, drawing on the essence of each, and constantly transforming is also in line with Anna's imagination of the future development of the art world.

Therefore, the moment she first saw on the computer the online auction launched by Ma Shi Gallery for the newly signed Gu Tongxiang, she immediately decided to ask Secretary Elliott to buy the painting for 5000 euros.

Anna once heard a North American painter swornly declare at an academic seminar that the black and white paintings that were sold for tens of millions of dollars in the Eastern Xia art market were completely unreasonable and were definitely money laundering by capital operators. .

Stay in awe and keep your distance.

Just like Anna said to Cao Xuan.

So much so that it is like the Eighty-Seven Immortals in Wu Daozi's works.

Compared with traditional Chinese painting, Miss Irina was able to better understand its beauty, artistic style and art philosophy.

She didn't know why she needed to click on this post in particular.

Upon closer inspection, it suddenly felt boring.

Like Impressionism.

Gu Tongxiang adopts the Castiglione-style Western style heavy-color painting creation type.

Even if the other party is not a detective cat.

Although it is hidden in the long scroll, and the tone and style are consistent with the surrounding silk, you may not even realize that something is wrong at first glance.

She is not afraid to speak arrogantly like an ignorant person.

A wonderful chemical reaction occurred across time and space.

Miss Elena looked at the peonies written by Gu Tongxiang for a long time, but she didn't see the reason.

She canceled the reduction, restored the photo to its original size, and saved it in the album to study later.

Suddenly.

Anna's eyelashes blinked.

As if in disbelief, she re-enlarged the photo, not the "Peony Picture" in the artist's hand, but the background behind her.

After getting the inscription written by Mr. Cao to his grandson.

Although Gu Tongxiang was once as beautiful as Fan Jin, his face almost cramped from laughing.

But he had not lost his mind yet. After all, he did not dare to say "Mr. Cao said that my grandson is outstanding!" He took a loudspeaker and shouted it in front of the calligraphy and painting shop, making it known to everyone in the world.

Just in case the swaggering Mr. Cao is unhappy.

Wouldn’t it be delaying the future of my precious grandson?
Mr. Gu hung the calligraphy in his study, and even made a glass cover to protect it inside. He used it as a background for posting in a coquettish way.

His mentality is very similar to that of a shy Fengchen... old man who leaves the door ajar.

The sister opposite, look over, look over!
Just watch!

If you understand, I will let you hey hey hey.

You can understand it yourself, I am not taking the initiative to show off my grandson!
He overestimated Anna's appreciation of calligraphy.

For foreigners, painting is a much higher level of abstraction than movies, and calligraphy is a much higher level of abstraction than painting.

Anna didn't recognize what was written on the strong and powerful characters at first glance, but she understood...the seal on the last drawing paper.

She didn't recognize Gu Weijing's seal, nor did she recognize the collection seal of "Secret Book of Jinghezhai" that was rare among Cao Xuan's paintings.

But at the end, it was impossible for Miss Irina not to recognize the seal of [Cao Xuan] in seal script.

She had just watched several hours of documentaries about Cao Xuan today.

That private seal is the most iconic personal mark in Cao's works, as eye-catching as Dali's special floral signature.

[Elliot, please help me check what is written on the large letters behind this photo. I am very anxious to get it. 】

Anna selected the photos saved in the album and sent them to her secretary.

Then she seemed to finally connect with the memory in her mind.

Started to look up the chat history.

finally. A message came into view, which was a chat message where Gu Tongxiang once promoted his grandson.

[He may make his debut at an art exhibition this year. I wonder if collectors like you will be willing to pay attention to his works. If you could give him some pointers, I would be very grateful. 】

[His name is Gu Weijing, he is eighteen years old. 】

Anna exhaled slightly.

After reading this message for a long time, I switched the screen to look back at the photos Tong Xiang had just shared.

"Is that you?" She looked at the words.

on the screen.

The corners of Gu Tongxiang's mouth were raised high, like a chrysanthemum in full bloom.
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The corners of Gu Tongxiang's mouth twitched slightly, like a withered and wrinkled old chrysanthemum.

Noon the next day.

In the second-floor study of Gu's calligraphy and painting shop in Yangon.

"It's taken me all morning to redraw it! Let's be more serious."

The outline pen was inserted back into the pen washer, and the heavy swaying water seemed to show the owner's dissatisfaction with the rotten wood that was difficult to carve.

Awang, who was lying on the coffee table next to him to bask in the sun, rolled over to make himself more round.

Heard a noise on the side.

It lazily glanced at Mr. Gu with its amber pupils, and let out a bored "meow" as a contemptuous echo.

That look seemed to say——

Hey, old man, if you draw like this, even our Ngawang will look down on you.

By the way, he stretched out his round head and left one or two small tooth marks on the corners of the coffee table.

The civet cat is a cat with a wild personality and is known as the husky among cats.

I often get used to grinding my teeth and claws on various places such as cardboard boxes, sofa legs, and TV cabinet bases to vent my strong energy.

Awang was caught by Katsuko Sakai last week and had his claws trimmed. Bone meal and small pieces of freeze-dried raw meat are added to the cat strips and canned cat noodles that he eats daily, which can have the effect of grinding his teeth.

It stands to reason that no additional grinding is needed.

But it was inexplicably fond of the small tea table in Mr. Gu's desk.

Probably chewing on this log coffee table can provide cats with the pleasure of swatting sparrows on the big trees by the river.

Mr. Gu listened to the small sounds behind him as Awang took his favorite coffee table and practiced his hunting skills, with a heartbroken look on his face.

"concentrate!"

Gu Weijing frowned, tapped the table with his fingers, and criticized his grandfather's distracted appearance.

"Awang has been chewing on a broken wooden stake all morning. How can you not be calm while painting?"

"Broken wooden pile? Are you kidding! This is a log craft tea pile specially customized by me from an old Guangzhou customer. It can be replaced with a 15-and-a-half-foot copy of the Song Dynasty's "Green Bamboo and Grass Scroll"! It can be exchanged for two Ten country cats like Awang, okay?”

Gu Tongxiang felt that his taste in tea art had been insulted, and he immediately started shouting angrily.

Who knows.

Gu Weijing looked even more dissatisfied than Mr. Gu.

He also expected to teach the old man to draw and complete the systematic guidance of drawing tasks. However, after such a long time, the progress was mediocre.

"Single lines are painted flat, and hook lines are painted flat. This is the simplest and most basic content. You have been painting all morning, and this is the effect?" He pointed at the rice paper spread on the table, "The three-dimensional effect I want is here. Where? There is no change in light and dark colors in flat paint, so it is simple, bright and decorative, using brushwork structure, ink layering and contrast between branches and leaves to create a three-dimensional sense of the scene. "

"The pen tip must be able to become softer, softer, and more flexible."

"What is the difference between this kind of rigid coloring and the colors sprayed out by the printer? You signed a contract with a big gallery and consider yourself an artist. Do you still demand this of yourself?"

It was like a spray of cold water on top.

Faced with Gu Weijing's clear criticism, Gu Tongxiang had to retreat.

He had to admit that Sun Tzu's accusation made sense.

Elderly people of Gu Tongxiang's age are far more aware of the value and hard-earned value of knowledge than the younger generation born in the Internet era.

Deep down in my heart, I also take learning more seriously.

In his era, having knowledge meant having privileges, and the opportunity to learn, no matter what you studied, had to be earned with hard work.

Knowledge changes destiny - this is a truth summarized by countless generations with tears and blood.

Most of all, children are innocent.

The more remote the world, the more you want to change your destiny, there are only two ways, either with knowledge or with your life.

Although Myanmar claims to have 2020 years of compulsory education, the fact is that until the s, about % of people have never had the opportunity to go to school for a day.

One-third of the total population dropped out of school before junior high school.

Gu Weijing is the lowest-level transparent person in international schools. Compared with Sakai Katsuko's family conditions, they are even worse.

The money Miss Sakai spent on air tickets in the past year was probably the total income of their family in the past ten years.

But he and his cousin were able to attend Dulwich classes and planned to send them to study abroad.

This means that their family's family conditions, looking at the entire country, cannot even be called middle class.

He is a rich young man with eight hundred years of experience.

The cornerstone that supports all of this, whether it is Chinese painting, sketching, and antique oil painting from primary school, Mr. Gu who is still studying and learning to do micro-business in his sixties, or Myo Aung Win who watches Thai TV series and learns to provide VIP services to foreign customers. Service, the father who engages in differentiated competition.

Throughout the historical trend of the chaotic era, their lives were actually representatives of knowledge changing destiny.

Small but not small.

Gu Tongxiang has been very pious about learning opportunities throughout his life. Being able to sit in school for a day in the poor years might mean that his family would have to miss a meal at night.

The skill of painting is passed down from family to family, but apart from the elders, it is extremely difficult to obtain any other source of information.

I want to ask for advice on some trendy art theories, or find a good Western painting teacher to give me some advice.

You may need to carry your family members who are reluctant to eat snacks during the holidays, and walk for several hours to serve tea and water at their painter's house, and help with sweeping the floor... others may not be willing to sincerely teach you.

How big was the art market in Yangon in the past?

Who doesn't feel the same way as Ming Jing when he teaches his disciples the truth of starving the master to death?

Therefore, Gu Tongxiang has been telling Gu Weijing since he was a child: when learning true skills, don't have self-esteem and don't care about what others say badly.

I am willing to slap you twice and scold you twice. That is a favor, and we must remember it.

The truth is clear in my mind.

But after being scolded by his grandson all morning today, Gu Tongxiang, who had always regarded himself as an upright and majestic patriarch, still felt a little embarrassed.

"My heart can't calm down at all!"

Gu Weijing glanced at the wooden coffee table under Awang's butt, and then at Gu Tongxiang's SLR camera hanging next to the clothes hanger.

He accused him in his grandfather's most usual preaching tone.

"We lose our minds playing with things! If we don't finish the coloring here today, we won't end it."

"This is done, okay! Who doesn't know the truth when your upper lip touches your lower lip? Aunt Sun, who sells steamed buns, invited me to go hunting for birds in the park, but I didn't even go."

Mr. Gu was finally filled with anger by his grandson.

He was so angry that he was ready to give up his choice.

"I've been busy painting with you all morning. I won't practice anymore. If you can draw better, just paint!"

(End of this chapter)