Almighty painter

Chapter 473 Grandfather and Grandson
wrong.

Not the right way to start this weekend.

In the past, at this time.

Old Man Gu should be at the Park Square in Mahabandura in the center of Yangon, huddled under the evergreen shade of the pavilion, leisurely peeping at the little sparrows in the sky through the viewfinder of his camera.

In addition to painting, Gu Tongxiang has three major hobbies in life: driving, playing chess, and taking photos.

When he was young, he tinkered with film cameras for a while.

I feel like clicking the shutter button immediately completes the creation of a work, which is much simpler, faster and less troublesome than painting.

Anyway, the customers who visit calligraphy and painting shops mainly buy landscape paintings.

I bought two photography magazines, calculated the input-output ratio, and made some calculations.

Gu Tongxiang felt that this business was completely feasible.

There is no customer base at all.

Then gave up.

Twenty years later, my dream of becoming a great master of landscape photography was shattered by the shameless price war of small vendors selling postcards by the river embankment.

But today.

Gu Tongxiang was so happy that even the bald hair on his forehead was about to grow out again.

Gu Tongxiang was grabbing the camera, applying Minoxidil hair growth hormone, and was about to go out to be stylish, when he was caught by his grandson Gu Weijing.

Amidst the continuous clicking sound of the shutter, a kind of brotherhood across classes sprouts.

At one time, I set up a darkroom for developing photos in the yard, and set up a whole wall of photography section in the store. I happily fantasized about becoming a Magnum photographer (note, the most influential photography agency in the world, quite In the photography world, Gagosian, whose photography subjects were mainly third world countries).

The grandson held the brush and paint, hugged the rice paper, and called him to stop.

But deep down, I still feel that my grandson is more precious than Aunt Sun who sells steamed buns.

The works sold are less expensive than film supplies.

After all, he is a professional color artist. In the past, Old Man Gu shamelessly called himself an artist and was a little embarrassed. Now that he has signed a contract with Ma Shi Gallery, who dares to say that he is not an artist? Who is he in a hurry with?

The master's photo "Afghan Girl" is famous all over the world, why can't I imitate the photo of "Old Man from Yangon River"!

The old man Gu, who has been enjoying the spring breeze recently, is a star figure in the municipal park.

He expressed his hope that he could paint with his grandfather for a while.

There still needs to be some accumulation of experience, and he, as a parent, needs to be the one to check things out.

Old man Gu, whose hair was growing gray, picked up the camera again, this time without any intention of making money.

The aunt who dances in the square, the uncle who sings the opera, the old man who plays mahjong, and the old mage who engages in photography combine dance, music, intellectual confrontation and artistic creation into one.

Municipal Park is a fun-filled Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for seniors.

Simply joining the army of retired old mages.

It’s not just about patting it casually.

Although Gu Tongxiang really wanted to take pictures of birds.

But usually I would never be willing to spend ten dollars to take a photo back.

Then I thought about it, after the recent Spring Festival, it has been a long time since I really took a whole period of time to give instructions and draw pictures for the scriptures at home.

If you want to keep a souvenir photo of the scenery, you can just go to the grocery store and buy a postcard for 50 cents.

Gu Tongxiang just wore a vest with "I, Artist, Awesome" printed on it and was wearing it.

quickly,

But painting must not only focus on aura.

Customers who come to his store may be willing to buy a Chinese painting or oil painting to refresh their mind.

Of course, Gu Weijing has recently been thinking about mural paints, and was appreciated by Mr. Cao. I'm studying new body painting again, I've figured out a way to do it, and I have to participate in art exhibitions and sign galleries.

In a sense, the Academy of Athens is nothing more than that!
In particular, the old masters of photography are a strange group. They range from rich old men carrying mortar-style telephoto lenses and expensive Leica and Hasselblads that can be replaced by cars, to people like Gu Tongxiang who spend 200 knives on their photos at street stalls. After buying a second-hand and old Canon 5d2, the cost-effective players were ready to attack. Everyone huddled shoulder to shoulder under the same shade of a tree, peeping at the same little sparrow with their lenses.

Say.

Gu Tongxiang stopped the car in his well-washed Lexus, put a pure white towel on his shoulders, and got out of the car to the powerful music of "Shanghai Beach" "Running, Waves..." and listened to The "Yingying Yanyans" who gathered around shouted, "Teacher Gu, how do you adjust this ISO?" and "Teacher Gu, the shutter speed...".

Every week there are group activities in the photography WeChat group, and there will be ladies waiting in the park.

Gu Tongxiang cruelly realized that photography is also a broad and profound specialized field.

More importantly, their small calligraphy and painting shop and large high-end comprehensive art gallery seem to be "art industries" on the outside, but they are not the same thing at all.

The whole person showed a situation that made Gu Tongxiang extremely happy that he was better than his master and was about to soar into the sky.

There is also a "youthful" elder sister in her fifties who takes the initiative to act as a model, asking him to take photos and asking him for advice on composition and color matching. Even the two old men with a background in wedding photography who made Gu Tongxiang jealous before were not as good as him.

There was no comparison, only low voices and enthusiastic discussions about aperture and exposure.

Then the skinny reality came out with a big mouth, and then another big mouth slapped Gu Tongxiang's old face.

Gu Tongxiang had already designed it. After his grandson finished asking his questions, he took a sip of the tea given to him by Gu Weijing in admiration, turned his head at a 45-degree angle and looked up at the sky, and said in a deep education: "The most important thing for a painter is to be practical. Not only must you be able to look up at the stars, but you must also be able to keep your feet on the ground. Although your progress is obvious, your grandfather is still your grandfather, and there are still things for you to learn. "

then……

Gu Tongxiang was tragically taught by his grandson all morning.

Damn it!

Where did Gu Tongxiang’s ideal grandfather and grandson, his happy painting journey go?

Where is the grandson who once looked at him with eyes full of curiosity and eagerness for food?

The most important thing is - man, why on earth did I lose my mind and turn down the opportunity to walk with Sister Sun under the sculptures in the square to explore photography, and was scolded by my own grandson!
It's only been a few months.

Suddenly, Old Man Gu, a stranger in this world, no longer recognized him.

On several occasions, the old man used words to hint to his grandson, "Grandpa doesn't want to draw anymore, he wants to go out to play." However, the other party used words to say -

"Photography, why are you doing photography! Have you done your job well?"

"You should do what you should do at any time. If you are good at drawing, I won't stop you. If you are not good at drawing, just practice!"

"You're anxious, I'm still anxious, Miss Sakai asked me out this afternoon! I'm not more anxious than you!" and many other reasons were ruthlessly suppressed.

Mr. Gu once again faced him and groaned, after seriously drawing "Camellia, Clouds and Birds", Gu Weijing pointed out more than fifteen mistakes.

Old Man Gu really couldn't hold it any longer.

This is really shameless.

Where can I put his old face?

I know that this is Gu Tongxiang's meticulous work, but I don't know, it sounds like it was Awang who painted it with his butt!

Your grandfather and I are a contracted painter at Ma Shi Gallery, okay!
"The more basic it is, the harder it is to draw, okay? There's a printer, who would say that about my grandfather?" Gu Tongxiang had a constipated look on his face, showing off the characteristics of a feudal lord.

"Oh, even if it is a printer, it is the printer that raised you. Besides, do you understand that it is easy to tell but difficult to form? I am not Lin Tao, and I am not Professor Lin, but I can draw a decorative look! Young Master He spoke in such an old-fashioned way."

Gu Tongxiang knew very well that he was a bit unreasonable.

There is nothing wrong with the errors pointed out by Gu Weijing.

It can be said that the whip penetrates the heart, and every word is a slap in the face and a hoop of blood. It is a rare piece of golden and good advice.

During the few hours this morning, Gu Tongxiang sighed in his heart more than once - Oh, my grandson has been taking online classes with Professor Lin Tao for a month or two, and his accumulation of art theory has been steadily increasing.

This scolding is so high-minded and so damn vicious!
Really powerful~
Gu Tongxiang even felt a bit shaken in his heart when he was scolded.

If it were any other person, Mr. Gu would not have this attitude.

If the person in front of the table now was a person of Lin Tao's generation.

The old man was so mesmerized that he said nothing.

He had to bring tea and water with a respectful face, "Teacher, thank you for your hard work. If you scold me and hurt your throat, it's not worth it. Come and drink some water to moisten your throat, and then we'll scold me for two more hours!"

But the person facing him was his own grandson... In this case, Gu Tongxiang would inevitably double-standard?

He didn't really want to blame his grandson.

This is Old Man Gu's cunning strategy of advancing before retreating.

"Look, it's a classic. It's good to be able to see problems. Grandpa wants to praise you for your improvement." Gu Tongxiang changed his tone and said meaningfully, "But Grandpa, he must also criticize you. One point. Before becoming a teacher for others, you should think about whether you can do it. Grandpa, I have taught you this since you were a child, and I have always asked you to do so. "

Comrade Lao Gu raised his neck and prepared to run away.

"First of all, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Secondly, if you hold others to a standard that you can't meet yourself, it's not convincing enough."

It makes sense that the simpler the drawing method, the more difficult it is.

It is not difficult to use very intense color collisions and very large chaotic and messy line graffiti to catch the audience's attention in an instant.

But how easy is this visual style to attract the attention of art audiences?

That's how quickly they lose interest.

Van Dorn's illustrations follow this creative style, which is why Anna criticized them as "the pale screams of a madman."

Using the gentlest brushstrokes, the most elegant colors, and the most naturally stretched lines can firmly capture the audience's attention and make them feel the long lasting charm.

On the contrary, it is much more difficult.

Just like in the past, the dishes that focused on the level of top Chinese chefs were never sugar-coated abalone, but plain-looking "boiled cabbage". Who can make a fresh and elegant, fragrant and mellow taste, and combine the fresh and sweet taste of chicken? The richness of duck soup is cleverly conveyed in the unpretentious medium of cabbage.

The hooking and flat painting is the "boiling cabbage" in traditional Chinese painting that is used in top-notch examinations.

It is almost the simplest painting method. You first use lines to outline the outline, and then use a paint brush to cover it all over. In essence, it is no different from the crayon coloring game played by children in kindergarten.

It is the most commonly used painting method for every art student who has just started to come into contact with Chinese painting.

It is also the most advanced painting method.

Even the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" that Mr. Cao personally completed during the Shwedagon Pagoda project has exquisite fold rendering and miraculous finishing touches, in addition to the exquisite and complex brushwork.

Painting a larger area still cannot escape the four words "drawing lines and flat painting".

Even Impressionism, which swept across Europe, is unique and unconventional in its color presentation. Although to be honest, it is more influenced by Japanese paintings and Faust paintings, in fact, it is still "drawing lines and flat painting" in its heart.

It is the slashing and stabbing in swordsmanship and the horizontal and vertical strokes in swordsmanship. It is the simplest and easiest to learn, and it is also the most direct to the origin.

The three-dimensional color and light and shadow changes of oil paintings can be mixed on the palette when each stroke of color is applied, showing the shadow changes in the three-dimensional space.

Watercolor can also be over-dyed, using multiple layers of color to show the refraction of sunlight.

But traditional Chinese painting only has one layer of paint.

In the flat painting method, each color block will not be re-toned.

If you want to achieve the "rich decorativeness and bright contrast" in Gu Weijing's words, you can only rely on the skill of the painter.

When Gu Weijing taught him the secret of new body painting last month.

Gu Tongxiang was vaguely aware of it, whether it was Chinese painting techniques or oil painting techniques.

He is no longer beneath himself.

To be able to understand the train of thought of Castiglione's technique and to understand the errors in his questions relies on the accumulation of wisdom, aura and art theory.

When you lift the pen, you can draw a new level of "drawing lines and flat painting".

It's another concept.

Everything else is easy to talk about, but Gu Tongxiang is still not optimistic about this kind of article that doesn't make any mistakes based on basic skills.

To put it bluntly, Gu Weijing was already selling paintings on the street when his father was still in his mother's womb. After practicing for most of his life, he is still like this.

"You need to be strong yourself in order to make iron. You can't just copy the theory that Professor Lin Tao taught you. Grandson, please be a good boy. If this happens to others, you will easily be unable to get off the stage. But After all, we are father-in-law, and I am a generous man, so I won’t argue with you.”

Gu Tongxiang said with a smile.

"You can't draw, and I can't draw either, but we, grandpa, can make progress together. When you reach Professor Lin's level, and then come and teach your grandpa, I promise you won't even fart. On the contrary, If Grandpa has figured out the way, there is nothing to say, and I will naturally teach you everything you can. You should read more and learn more."

Mr. Gu stood up, ready to rescue his beloved Chadun, and then went out with his camera.

Maybe Aunt Sun and their activities are not over yet.

"Why don't you just stay here and study today for the sake of the scriptures? Your grandfather and I will go first -"

"stop."

(End of this chapter)