Almighty painter

Chapter 489 Questioning and Podcast Launch

Cui Xuanyou never thought that he would have any deep and direct connection with Cao Xuan in his life.

Even if they belong to the same painting system, they all temporarily settled in Germany.

It should naturally bring them closer.

Driving from his home to the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts where Mr. Cao teaches, if you drive fast enough, it won't even take two hours.

But the number of times he actually met Cao Xuan was still very few.

The status is still far behind.

Just like the gap between the bench players of the Bundesliga's second-tier relegation team and historical superstars such as Maradona and Ronaldo.

They may have all played on the same pitch.

But it's not the same thing at all.

Resentment and hatred will be met, and you will not be able to ask for it.

Not to mention Cao Xuan himself.

My heart can no longer be said to be so clean and innocent, nor can I have such innocent expectations for the world.

What about top masters?
Cui Xuanyou was 50% or 60% sure that one of these names was standing behind the mysterious person who sent him a message today.

It's just bullshit.

He naively thought that he was already destined to be at the top, so the masters who counted money until their hands cramped would not harm anyone, and maybe... they could live a more glorious life.

Although it is still very high and bright.

is her?

good thing.

Be simple.

But the name "Cao Xuan" is always a rare exception.

He didn't have the great blessing of going to school with such a master, but they had done bad things together, but they still had an iron-clad friendship.

Cui Xuanyou also thought that being a member of Cao Xuan's family would be a little different.

It can also accumulate a sense of incense.

Cui Xuanyou felt that the meaning behind the name Cao Xuan was not as unattainable as he thought.

On the road of hard work, I have seen a lot of the calculations of the human heart and the price that needs to be paid to become famous.

The names of the four second-generation disciples, Guang Lintao, Zhou Ming, Liu Ziming, and Tang Ning, were all top masters who needed to be held and licked by him in the past, and were beyond his reach.

or……

Although both parties have made it clear that they will not acknowledge the existence of this Whatsapp conversation for many years to come.

He is a serious thousand-year-old painting sect. In this era of Jin and Yuan art, every disciple is destined to have a bright future the moment he becomes his disciple.

It turned out that they were still behaving like flies, and the big things on the top were just Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun.

Cui Xuanyou closed the door heavily.

Excuse me.

He knows very well that in the eyes of manufacturers like Hannah, he seems to be a great artist who looks like a dog.

Painters of his generation grew up listening to bits and pieces of Cao Xuan's myths and legends.

In a pair of confrontations, even Kazunari Sakai lost the amazing power he originally imagined.

Anger, ignorance, greed and delusion.

But it was as if the sea of ​​clouds attached to the idol's halo had dissipated, and it had become something he could look up at.

But when she really took over Cao Xuan's class.

But in front of Mr. Cao Xuan, he was just a child.

However, he suddenly discovered it today.

A great thing.

They are all contracted painters from CDX Gallery, and they can have that heavyweight painter standing behind him.

It is like a pure land.

"What's the difference in the bones between those masters and me? Alas, in this world, a person like Cao Xuan, who has been awesome all his life, is also powerless... It seems that the best thing to pass on from person to son is like me. clever."

He probably knew who posted the painting.

A moment.

All sentient beings suffer so much, who can truly transcend it?
Cui Xuanyou shook his head and pushed open the car door. While sighing and sighing, a layer of divine light seemed to be broken in his heart.

More or less.

The starting point may exceed the end point of your life's hard work.

Harming the younger generation, even if all the agencies are exhausted, he is no more bright and magnanimous than a second-tier painter like him who is not from a famous family.

It's hard to say whether the other party is willing to accept Cui Xiaoming as a student.

Back and forth...

Cui Xuanyou's mind was racing, and he suddenly felt that his son's future was bright. There was a lot to be done about this matter.

Maybe half a century later.

Today's Xiao Ming will be the successor of the Painting Sect in the future.

Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
But before that, Gu Weijing... had no choice but to ask him to move his butt.

"Young man, I'm sorry, we have no grudges, but you just come to block other people's way, so I have to ask you to stay away."

Cui Xuanyou sneered.

Although the imaginary development was beautiful, the middle-aged man suddenly felt doubled pressure when he realized that this guy was valued by both Cao Xuan and Sakai Kazunari.

He clenched his fist hard.

Holding the camera memory card in his hand, he quickly ran towards the house ahead.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, something happened, hurry up, dad has something very important to discuss with you."
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Under the heavy night.

There was only dim light in the lobby window on the first floor.

It is not the kind of Baroque-style house with heavy furniture, intricate carvings, and amber-colored palaces favored by the traditional wealthy people in Germany.

Nor is it the minimalist decoration style that follows the IKEA route in a modern metropolis.

In its dim glow, this house has a mesmerizing quality, like different temperaments blending into each other in the design.

The entire house has been decorated into a modern Zen-style courtyard, filled with neutral tones and wood accents.

The yellow boardwalk in the center of the courtyard is the main axis.

The left and right ends are decorated with black and white pebbles as a transition.

The soles of Cui Xuanyou's shoes clicked, clicked, clicked on the path.

It's like traveling between sunrise and sunset, light and shadow.

The gray of the shadow blends into one between the dividing lines of black and white. Although in the style involved in art creation, the excessive blending of black and white makes it difficult to achieve vitality.

But the design of this house does just that.

It looks like a Tai Chi fish with two colors of Yin and Yang.

In the center of the dividing line between black and white, the foyer is directly opposite the screen wall under the fill light of an easel.

Display frames housing two paintings.

Cui Xuanyou and his wife are both very successful artists.

But the painting in the display frame is not the creation of either him or his wife.

It was an iconic gold-pink oil painting by Gustav Klimt, the founder of the Austrian Secession.

In Klimt's old house where Cao Xuan temporarily lived, the walls of Klimt's works hung by the painter's descendants were all imitations.

But the only painting in Cui Xuanyou's home is a serious and authentic work.

"Philosophia" - This work, which Klimt named the Latin word "philosophy", was created in Vienna in 1899.

The last year of the nineteenth century was also the beginning of the peak period of Klimt's career.

Léonie is a crazy admirer of Klimt and believes that his creations completely subverted the European aesthetic standards of the 19th century.

Together with Impressionism, he redefined aesthetics itself.

But it is bolder, wilder and goes further than Impressionism.

Even though this "Philosophy" is not considered a masterpiece among Klimt's works, it was affected by the war during the Allied bombing in the late World War II, and there are traces of repairs.

On the first anniversary of Cui Xiaoming's birth more than twenty years ago, when I bought this painting at the strong insistence of my wife, the art market was far from as crazy as it is today.

But he also spent all the savings his family could spare at the time.

It cost a total of 61 euros to buy this work from a private collector.

Purely from a return on investment perspective.

For the same money, you might have been able to buy a Monet work back then, and you might be able to earn more now.

But this is still considered a very cost-effective investment.

Now the value of this painting alone has increased several times, accounting for almost 40% of their family's total property.

This painting is almost the same as the total price of the spacious courtyard of more than 700 square meters.

Cui Xuanyou had thought about it secretly.

If one day they really get divorced, this Klimt will belong to Leonie, and this big courtyard will belong to him. There was no need to hire a professional auditor or actuary, and the family's main property was divided into pieces.

Under the glass frame on the left is a rich golden pink.

The frame on the right is a stark red and black, a dazzling red like blood, and a deep, dull black.

"Ghost Killing" - At first glance, this painting looks like the scribblings of a child who has just learned to draw.

The lines and structure are not outstanding.

It can even be said to be rough, not much better than the children in the art class of the ordinary high school attached to art.

But just stop for a moment.

You can find out.

Behind its ordinary appearance, it possesses a unique and frantic magic.

If you stand in front of the glass frame for a long time, you will feel as if your spirit is being sucked in by the red and black colors in front of you.

Zhong Kui catches ghosts, and the Heavenly Master kills demons.

Both of these are the most talked about stories in the traditional folklore of Eastern Xia.

From the handiwork of palace painters to the New Year paintings and door gods that every household bought for a few pennies during the New Year celebrations in ancient times, there are many creations based on this theme.

But the painting methods of such stories often have one thing in common, they are all fairy-like, or cool and majestic.

Immortal magic, supernatural powers.

The clouds and mist are lingering, and the Taoism is mysterious.

He drew his sword tremblingly, life and death were instantaneous.

Just like the shots of western cowboys dueling in the midday sun in old black and white movies.

With a bang, the brilliance shines brightly.

Look back again.

The Taoist had returned his sword to its sheath and floated away, but the evil dragon and evil ghost had long since fallen to the ground and slain him.

In the traditional Eastern culture, a truly enlightened person can travel thousands of miles and slay evil spirits in an instant.

Then he returned his life to heaven with a smile.

The five or six ping-pong games you play and the hey hey hey are just street tricks and performers, which means you have no real ability.

To be a true god, you have to look like a master, and you have to walk with ease.

Demons and ghosts are not in the same dimension of power.

No matter how evil you are, your magical powers are vast.

Still can't find Tathagata Buddha's palm.

But the work in the frame offers a completely different narrative perspective.

The red-robed Taoist is not an immortal.

The black ghost with long horns is also not shriveled and gloomy.

There is no Taoism.

No clouds or fog.

Both were tall and strong men, their bodies entangled and wrestling with each other.

Limited by his young painting skills, the body proportions of Taoist and Li Gui are not coordinated enough, and the curves of force are far from smooth. If this was a preliminary test for admission to the Academy of Fine Arts to examine painting techniques and brushwork, this would be an unqualified painting.

But if you approach it from the perspective of unconstrained art appreciation.

The overall feeling of the painter already has that flavor.

The muscles that stretched out the loose robe like a tights seemed to contain the terrifying power of gods and ghosts.

Two people wrestle with each other and fight with each other.

The current situation is at stake.

No one knows who will live or die in the next moment.

This is not a compositional angle favored by Eastern painters, but rather reminds one of Homer's "Iliad", the epic battle between the god of war Achilles and the Trojan prince Hector that circled the city of Troy three times.

It also seems like in the ancient Roman arena, two evenly matched warriors, with their naked muscles coated with smooth olive oil, wrestling and fighting amidst the cheers of the crowd.

Even paintings have nothing to do with life and death.

The entwined bodies of both sides make people feel powerful at first.

Looking more closely... it seems that there is lust entangled in it again.

It seems like tearing and killing.

It's like a warm hug.

This kind of painting aesthetics of naked men fighting has obvious shadows of the New Art Wave when depicting Greek mythology, and it is a bit more reserved than the painters of the New Art Wave.

too weird.

also……

Amazing.

Larry Gagosian once said that he would only sign painters who are unique, irreplaceable, irreproducible, and able to lead the trend of the next era, not expensive mediocre people.

Whether it can lead the trend of the next era is hard to say.

But the style of the painting - it must be truly unique.

hard to imagine.

Its author, Cui Xiaoming, was only a few years old when he painted this work.

Cui Xiaoming's enlightenment painting, which was named "Flying Fairy by the Waterside" by Cui Xuanyou, is actually just a few mixed balls of oil paint. It was his father who gave it a bit more abstract imagination and romantic sustenance when he named it. .

And this "Ghost Killing", which was born out of a children's folklore illustration just one year later, no longer needs Cui Xuanyou to make a fuss about the name.

Anyone can see that.

This child has embarked on a brilliant artistic path that is different from his predecessors.

When his son painted this painting, he must not have understood what Eastern aesthetics was, what Greek legends were, what a restrained spirit was, and what the new art wave was.

There is only baby-like chaos, baby-like intelligence, baby-like ignorance, and baby-like unrestrained freedom.

Talent can only rely on feelings in the heart.

Condensate all the contacts in life around you into one altar in the furnace of your heart.

It is a gift given to his son by God, the Jade Emperor, and the Muses. It is also the supreme secret for artists who paint based on spirituality——

Ignorant and omniscient.

"Ghost Killing" is the artistic debut of his son Cui Xiaoming.

Painted in 1999, Suhang.

The original Klimt masterpiece on the left is no more, no less, exactly a century away.

It was like a question that spanned a hundred years.

Cui Xuanyou and Leoni, two important artists, selected these two works and hung them in the entrance hall.

Put together the generous ghost-slaying masterpieces with sky-high price tags worth millions of euros.

Anyone can understand in an instant how much pride and expectations they have for their son.

Klimt represents the past.

Her son represents the future.

One is the first year of art of the Austrian Secession, and the other will be the first year of art of his son Cui Xiaoming.

One that revolutionized Western art.

one……

Will revolutionize Eastern art.
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[——As the end of this issue of "Beyong the Paper", I think that maybe this piano music can convey, to a certain extent, my feelings when I saw that painting——]

There are no lights on indoors.

Only an old-fashioned bronze engraved candlestick was placed on the wooden floor.

Most of the long candle had burned out, and a small pool of semi-solidified wax oil had accumulated underneath. The sound of piano as mentioned above jumped from the loudspeaker.

The accent of each key in the score is like flying petals, tinkling and bouncing on the floor.

The slender flame on the candle will lightly follow the sound waves.

In the flickering firelight, a young man's somewhat feminine face was reflected. He had dark hair and pupils as thick as night, but he also had a high forehead and a beautiful groove in the center of his chin that were common among Germanic people.

The parents are also from different races.

The appearance and impression of Cui Xiaoming and Sakai Katsuko are obviously different.

Sakai Katsuko's eye color is different from the mediocre figure of Japanese girls. Her slightly wider pelvis and plump figure make others look twice. Whether they are Asians or Latinas, anyone who knows the industry will know that she is a mixed race. girl.

But Cui Xiaoming’s feeling...

It's a mix of different styles.

His temperament is a bit like Fei Xiang, the famous and handsome singer who once appeared on the Dongxia Spring Festival Gala and sang "A Fire in Winter". Dongxia people think he is a foreigner at first glance, and foreigners think he is Dongxia at first glance. people.

Cui Xiaoming placed a traditional German glass next to him, but instead of the black wheat beer that has almost become the quintessence of Germany, the glass was filled with a glass of pure mineral water.

There was ice in the water glass, and a layer of water mist condensed on the outer wall of the glass.

There are small droplets that are as crystal clear as the ice cubes in the cup, sliding down bit by bit from the surface, reflecting shining spots under the dancing candlelight.

Candlelight, ice mist, not a very handsome but eye-catching young man.

The composition of the entire picture has an inexplicable Zen feel.

Cui Xiaoming picked up the last pile of dominoes made of colored ivory-like celluloid.

This is a mind-building game that he has loved playing since he was a child.

In the studio, which is as spacious as a dance hall, no lights are turned on, only a candle is lit.

Use hundreds or thousands of dominoes to create complex shapes.

Cui Xiaoming could just sit there for a few hours without saying a word.

The most interesting thing about dominoes is that they have a strong rhythmic pattern in time and space.

If it's like a child's play, with a long queue from beginning to end, anyone can easily set it up as long as they control the spacing of the dominoes a little.

But once you want to place complex graphics.

Then the burden on the mind will increase exponentially, how each domino will tilt to push down the next domino, how the trajectories will diverge and intersect, how to control the center of gravity...

It was like the prophecy of a grand symphony in my mind, carefully weaving the melody of the falling dominoes.

Not a single point crooked, not a moment biased.

The moment Cui Xiaoming placed the first domino, three hours later, the position where he placed the last domino was already determined.

It will be the first domino to be placed and the last domino to fall.

Perfect cycle.

There is no art that requires more logic and macro vision than this. It is not easy to consider all the discordant variables that will happen to the future dominoes at the beginning.

Just like the collision of Eastern and Western art, all the dissonant elements will be produced. It is also very challenging to consider everything when making the first stroke.

Cui Xiaoming has always enjoyed dealing with this since he was a child.

He even made it extra difficult.

He can only light a very weak candlelight in situ, which means that he must try his best to complete all structural designs with his brain and inspiration instead of his eyes.

And, all this must be completed before the candle is completely extinguished.

Simultaneously.

Those slightly transparent colored dominoes reflect light, like elongated brush strokes, or like brilliant clouds.

Time, logic, composition, tranquility... all of these are combined in this little game.

Cui Xiaoming sat on his knees on the ground, playing with the last few dominoes in his hands but not putting them down immediately.

He heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Put a finger to your mouth.

The moment Cui Xuanyou hurriedly pushed the door open, Cui Xiaoming also spoke at the same time as expected.

"Shh, be quiet, please be quiet, my father. Only when you are calm and calm can you see thousands of worlds. Isn't it said in the Buddhist scriptures? Your heart is too dry."

"Take a deep breath."

Cui Xuanyou opened his mouth, wanting to quickly tell his son about Gu Weijing.

But seeing his son, who was as peaceful and calm as an old monk meditating, he hesitated for a moment and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

He took a deep breath honestly.

Cui Xiaoming then leaned down again and placed the last few red dominoes in his hand in the set order.

Almost as soon as he put down the domino.

The last note of "Flower Garden Dance" played over the loudspeaker.

The candles on the candlestick next to them are only less than the length of the tip of the little finger. They flicker and seem to be extinguished at any time.

Snapped!
The slightly out-of-shape German woman turned on the fill light, and bright light illuminated the entire studio.

Cui Xuanyou's wife Leonie.

Before he entered the door, the other party was already waiting there.

Cui Xiaoming was still sitting on his knees. He did not look at the huge and almost majestic array of dominoes in front of him, but turned to look at his father.

His voice remained unhurried.

"Mom has just briefly told me the general situation and what we are going to do. Do you have anything else to add? Father."

"Oh, here is the drawing. It's not very clear, so just take a look. And then, I remembered something important. We talked about it privately at home. It might be Cao Xuan's..."

Before Cui Xuanyou entered the door, he had already brought a tablet computer and a memory card reader.

Cui Xiaoming took the tablet.

I looked at the photos taken by my father one by one.

After Cui Xuanyou finished telling the complete story, he saw his son staring at the drawing on the screen and remained silent for a long time.

So he asked curiously.

"what do you think?"

"Lang Shining." Cui Xiaoming still didn't look up.

"Yes, it's Lang Shining. But I don't think he can compare to you. This is a big opportunity. We have to seize it. He has provoked people who shouldn't be provoked. There is someone standing behind us. I don't think highly of this Gu Wei Sutra. We have to get rid of him."

Cui Xiaoming raised his head this time.

He looked at his father, then looked down at the tablet in his hand. He was silent for a few seconds and then expressed his evaluation in Chinese.

"Who do you think you are?"

Cui Xuanyou smiled.

My son is often as calm as an old man. It seems that he still has arrogance in his heart!

It's good to be proud.

Xiao Ming has enough strength to support his arrogance. Who among the truly top painters doesn't have arrogance?
"Yes, our Xiao Ming has worked hard for more than 20 years, how can this kind of person dare to take shortcuts and take advantage of it? He is just a little bastard with high aspirations. My son——"

"Dad, you misunderstood what I meant."

Cui Xiaoming shook his head, his expression even stranger.

"It just so happens that before you came in, I was listening to the official podcast "Oil Painting" that just launched. It's very interesting. You and my mother should listen to it too. If I guess correctly, in the podcast, Mr. Cao The young man in your mouth should be the same person as the Gu Weijing in your mouth."

"Uh...what do you mean?"

Cui Xuanyou didn't understand.

Cui Xiaoming shook his head, smiled slightly, and looked at his father.

"I mean, Cao Xuan admires him very much, Kazunari Sakai likes him very much, and even Miss Anna Irina praises him very much. These people all think that he can be a great person in the future, tell me you don't Take good care of him, father, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)