Almighty painter

Chapter 477 The Way of Mission
The strokes of the pen seem to have become immortal bones, and there is no immortal space in the bones.

In the thousand-year history of the Eastern Xia Dynasty, whenever literati and elegant scholars talked about art, they would always emphasize repeatedly that whether it is poetry, calligraphy or painting, it is not about the skin, but about elegance.

The best art must be art that comes from the very core.

The most outstanding master must be a master with character and style.

If a person has no bones, he cannot stand.

If the painting has no bones, then there is no spirit.

This kind of bone not only pays attention to the integrity and peace of writing, but also the soundness and proficiency of techniques.

It is also a kind of artist's own magnanimity when painting, a kind of inner integrity revealed by speech and behavior.

That’s why from ancient times to the present, Eastern literati and scholar-bureaucrat circles have said that viewing people is like viewing paintings, and viewing paintings is like viewing people.

Gu Tongxiang was actually wrong.

Although Uncle Sakai is fat, even though he is like a piece of dough at home, he is flattened and rounded by the blond aunt, patted here and there, and bounced and rolled until he dare not talk back.

But for better or worse.

The reason why he is not like Mr. Cao.

They are very stylish and very aura!

However, they have an awe-inspiring and different aura and style.

They probably wouldn't think that Gu Weijing's aura and conversation at this moment were like that young customer they had never met thirty years ago.

Gauguin, Van Gogh, Munch, Xu Wei, Tang Yin, Shi Lu, Sha Qi, etc., cut off an ear, chop off a finger, poke an egg, give yourself a shot...

When Mr. Cao holds the pen, he no longer has that sense of majestic distance from above.

He has not yet been able to keep his personal temperament restrained and subtle, but instead more closely fits the image of a great artist in ordinary people's minds.

Or it could simply be that the brain is really sick in a physical sense.

There is also a good chance that the painter will be transformed into a non-mainstream style.

If it is the famous people in the Shwedagon Pagoda project, they are also in the study room at this moment.

There are at least one-fifth of the top famous painters in the East and the West. In their memoirs and personal biographies, when friends who had contact with them at the same time talked about these people, they almost felt that these guys seemed to be mentally ill.

In close contact, almost every one of the big names in the painting world has a special "energy" and a "style".

Gu Weijing's eyebrows holding the brush could vaguely see the shadows of some of the top masters they could come into contact with.

When a great artist picks up his pen, he immediately feels a sense of majesty.

This kind of dignity is the confidence in the painting skills, and it is also the influence and complementation of one's artistic path over time.

It is true that art changes temperament.

If you catch a glimpse of him painting from a distance, your first reaction may be like seeing an ordinary old man practicing painting in an elderly university.

The same suit, when put on by some people, looks like someone who hands out cards on the subway, and when put on by some people, you feel like a big shot.

As for Lin Tao and Uncle Sakai.

Most top painters also dress in suits and ties in their normal social lives.

It's because after Cao Xuan turned seventy, most of his pyrotechnic aura had faded.

Great.

Anyone who knows anything doesn’t need to look at paintings.

But when he gets into working mode.

This must have something to do with whether a suit costs 200 yuan or a suit worth 20 yuan, but it doesn't completely matter.

Return to nature and have a clear mind.

Practice proves.

Perfectly completed the one-stop closed-loop life of how to become a senior member of the lunatic asylum.

The more I thought about it and tasted it after passing by, the more I realized that it was full of flavor and full of divine meaning.

Instead, he laughed and cursed as he pleased.

Many people just paint, and as they paint, they go from neurasthenia, hypochondriasis, to transformational hysteria, and then to schizophrenia.

To be honest.

It is said that there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, and art changes people's spiritual outlook.

For example, Lin Tao, for example, Kazunari Sakai.

Instead, you will immediately feel admiration (jealousy).

As soon as they hold the pen, they feel it has momentum, style and majesty.

It's hard to say whether you are angry or not.

He is a dignified fat man.

Hirst's "punk" style with big leather jackets and metal chains, or Hunter Bull's "tramp style" are still a minority in the entire high-end art field.

When "Asahi Shimbun" reported on the neoclassical painting exhibition, it once described Kazunari Sakai as "His body of two hundred pounds lurks a super devil with a huge aura that can fill the entire Lake Biwa."

It is said.

During the behind-the-scenes preparations, whenever Uncle Sakai opened his mouth, no matter whether the curator or other painters had different opinions, they would be intimidated by his momentum and implement his ideas honestly.

He is also a quite domineering character.

Gu Weijing is now coaching and giving guidance to Gu Tongxiang.

While he was citing evidence and honing his own knowledge, he could vaguely feel that the prototype of such an imposing style was taking shape.

This kind of master's demeanor is more or less an art practitioner like Gu Tongxiang, who has only scratched the surface after working hard all his life.

Forcibly imitating cannot escape the four-word category of "imitation of others".

And after worshiping a famous teacher, his state of mind was improved and polished.

Raising this "immortal bone" is just a matter of course and a natural process.

The process of human growth is never continuous, but grows up in an instant because of a certain opportunity.

It’s like the growth of one’s mood on that drifting fishing boat.

Gu Weijing may not even realize it.

Before he walked into the study to teach his grandfather to draw, he was still a young high school student.

But at this moment, he was writing on the rice paper in a flurry, while the white-haired old man beside him looked like he was humbly asking for advice.

Vaguely,
He is already a real celebrity.
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"This is the last edit on your screen."

The brush is mixed with the green leaves mixed with garcinia cambogia and cyanobacteria, and passes over the heads of the birds falling among the branches.

Just a fallen leaf.

The atmosphere of the picture changes from static to static.

Will this leaf fall on the white bird? Or it may be blown away by the wind.

What about the bird?

Will it spread its wings and fly?

Everything seems to be about to happen in the next second, and is eternally frozen at the moment when the painter puts his pen down. From then on, it has changed forever.

"Look, with just a few strokes like this, wouldn't the overall atmosphere of the picture be much better? The effect will also be more decorative."

Gu Weijing put the brush back into the pen washer.

Gu Tongxiang was so excited that he picked up the teapot next to him and took a sip.

Our grandson not only speaks with great enthusiasm, but also draws with great enthusiasm!

No matter how stupid Gu Tongxiang is.

He may not fully understand the principles Gu Weijing taught in the painting studio, and he has not thought them through clearly in his mind.

but. After Gu Weijing's transformation, the atmosphere and feeling of this painting are completely different from its previous appearance.

Gu Tongxiang understood it very clearly.

That's the difference between cloud and mud.

What else can be said? Our grandson is awesome!

"The genes of our old Gu family are great, and you are worthy of being my grandson." Gu Tongxiang looked at the painting, and then looked at Mr. Cao's inscription that he hung in the glass protective frame.

I thought happily.

Seeing his grandson acting so pretentious in front of him for so long, Gu Tongxiang felt a little itchy.

"It doesn't look difficult. Grandpa, I'll give it a try."

Old Man Gu leaned over, spread out new rice paper next to the table, carefully drew the lines, and started drawing in a pattern.

This time, he did not choose to paint a whole "Camellia, Clouds and Birds". Instead, he used a brush to form the branches of one or two leaves and slowly tried to taste it.

The branch structure is not complex.

He painted very slowly, often hesitating for a long time before he could start.

When learning to draw, it is most likely to happen that your brain can do it but your hands can't.

Therefore, it is the simplest way to draw. Only when you see how easy it is for others to draw, and start by yourself, will you realize the pressure involved.

I drew for a long time.

Gu Tongxiang finally finished drawing the lines of a sapling on the rice paper and made a "tsk" sound in his mouth.

On the white paper, there is only a dead tree without leaves, which looks quite desolate.

Gu Weijing's eyes lit up slightly.

It kind of means that.

He took a special look using the calligraphy and painting appraisal technique. The system panel showed that Gu Tongxiang's current writing level was [Lv. 4 Career Level 4561 (5000/)]

Gu Weijing used calligraphy and painting appraisal techniques to see his grandfather's works before.

The ones with the highest level of technical skills were actually created during the decade or so at the end of the last century, when Gu Weijing was seven or eight years old.

It is roughly stable in the range of 4700~4800.

It can be regarded as a perfect level 4, and it seems that it is stuck in the bottleneck of breaking through the second level of the profession.

It's just that the painter's technical level has successfully passed the threshold.

That must be a different world.

If you can't move forward, you won't be able to get stuck in place like playing an online game.

Empathy is elsewhere, the state of mind is no longer there, the painting is no longer due to neglect of practice, or simply due to the natural aging of the body's muscles.

It will make a person's painting techniques sail against the current, and if he does not advance, he will retreat.

Cao Xuan attaches great importance to health preservation, so his career life span can be extended to nearly a hundred years old, and he can continue to make great achievements and climb higher step by step.

A long-time smoker like Gu Tongxiang,
After reaching the age of fifty, both the breath and the delicate control of the brush began to slowly decline.

The works he has written over the past few years have demonstrated a level of technical skill, especially those that are larger in size and have more complex changes in details.

In fact, in simple calligraphy and painting techniques, you can usually only get a comprehensive score of [4000/5000] or [4100/5000].

Although this change is reflected on the drawing paper, the gap between the delicate and delicate details is reflected.

It may not be possible to tell the difference based on the level of Gu's calligraphy and painting shop's daily target customer group and the art appreciation level of those foreigners with fresh pictures.

But the system doesn't lie.

It is still reflected truly and cruelly on the appraisal panel.

A difference of several hundred experience points may not bring any fundamental changes to the picture, but this trend is also quite scary for any elderly artist who still pursues his own pursuits.

Renoir suffered from arthritis in his later years, and his entire creative style underwent a major change.

At this time, Gu Tongxiang's writing level returned to four thousand five.

True.

Maybe it's because grandpa's writing condition was particularly good today.

But Gu Weijing is more willing to think so.

This is not a problem of the state of writing, but the improvement of the whole person's thinking pattern of painting, which is reflected on the tip of the pen and brings positive feedback.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning.

Art theory and the accumulation of artistic accomplishment will not regress with age, muscle decline, and bone aging.

Mr. Gu Tongxiang may have to take another path and start climbing the mountain of art again.

Gu Weijing smiled.

The moment he finished writing, he heard a different prompt from the system for increasing experience points.

Opened the virtual panel and took a look.

Sure enough, in the third step of the professional task progress of Hai Na Bai Chuan, the column for the color enhancement guidance painting received a +1 reminder and became - [Enhance color (2/5); Add finishing touches (0/1)].

Think about it now.

The painting guide in the system task is not only to add a touch of bright color to the works under the pen, but also to add color and accent to the painting.

Isn’t it a second transformation and the finishing touch to the mentee’s artistic career?
Gu Weijing remembered.

It was specifically mentioned in the task that the finishing touch of a work is a profound improvement for both the mentor and the mentee, and is of great benefit to both of them.

I guess I knocked the old man out with one stroke of the little pointer.

He also successfully broke through to the second level of professional level.

It was time for him to complete the task.

Think of this section.

Gu Weijing, who was happy with the old man's progress just now, shook his head dissatisfied.

This learning progress is not fast enough!

It took him only ten minutes to finish the dyeing of "Museum Island" at Mr. Wattle's place.

result.

I taught my grandfather here all morning, and then I completed a work that improved the color quality.

Even though I vaguely thought of how to complete this task.

But the old man’s explosion rate is not good!
Ah,
Get strength.

"Did we do a good job? The branches are twisted and beautiful!" Gu Tongxiang was still admiring the newly painted tree.

I took out my mobile phone and prepared to send a message to Moments for fun.

Gu Weijing watched with cold eyes as his grandfather looked pleased with himself.

"It's okay and there is progress. In this case, we will start practicing from today on. I go to school every day and you start copying calligraphy and painting. Wait..."

Gu Weijing scanned the bookshelf on one side and pulled out a dusty tome "Mustard Seed Garden Painting Manual".

Bang! With a loud sound, it hit the table.

"You start from the beginning and skip the more complicated figures and houses. You only have four volumes of trees, mountains and rocks, plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, and flowers, grass, insects and feathers. There are 367 pages in total, about one hundred pictures. It looks like it’s good to do three pictures in one day, and we’ll try to get it done this month. I’ll check and evaluate the ones that are not up to standard.”

"By the way, I will bring you "The Rain and the Fragrance" from the house later. The book is not thick. Just read one chapter after dinner every day, but you have to write reading notes and summary of the experience. Likewise, if there is anything It’s also an unclear question. I’ll talk about it alone when I get back from school——”

The smile on Gu Tongxiang's face faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like chrysanthemums after a summer rainstorm.

Face pale.

Shaky.

(End of this chapter)