Almighty painter

Chapter 491 Participation
"You can stumble a person like this, but you can't expect him to fall there forever and never get up. We can disrupt the Singapore Biennale once, but we can't disrupt every one of his exhibitions."

"He is destined to reach great heights with a high probability. He will not be able to participate in the Singapore Biennale, as well as the New York Biennale, London Biennale, Sydney Biennale, and Los Angeles Biennale... Are you planning for him to participate in an art exhibition? , just find someone to write a report letter once? Repeatedly, twice, again, this kind of false news will be no longer lethal. People like Gu Weijing have the right time, location, and people. . If he doesn’t succeed, I think this world is too dark.”

Cui Xiaoming shrugged.

"After all, shady means can only be used on people who have no reputation. You can conspire and plot all kinds of things, but a real master will use a paintbrush and a real sword to eliminate all doubts."

Leonie sighed.

"It's still a pity. If he had come out ten years later, Xiao Ming would have already become famous. You are not the same generation of painters. For a long time, there may not be a real competitive market. Karava Bridge and Bagley The result of an Austrian confrontation is always a lose-lose situation.”

She gritted her teeth, still feeling unwilling to do so.

"It's not fair. There are so many ways to draw, why do I have to come and snatch your things?"

Giorgione and Titian, Picasso and Giacometti, Van Gogh and Gauguin, and what women call Caravaggio and Baglio...

In the history of art, pairs of figures like the twin stars of art were born.

Whatever Caravaggio painted, Baglio painted.

"No, Mom, you and I have completely different views on this matter. Since he can stand at a very high place, becoming famous in the spotlight is probably destined. No matter how much you gnash your teeth in hatred, it won't change the outcome. It doesn't matter. Let’s see what we can get out of this.”

Baglio racked his brains and tried all possible methods, and "screamed" a challenge to Caravaggio.

By the time Baglio's painting style matured, Caravaggio was already one of the most famous masters in Rome.

Caravaggio and Baglio, two artists with highly similar painting styles, both loved to use the "chiaroscuro" method.

In his twenties and thirties, he was already a guest of the most powerful family in Rome, and could share the same room in Hadrian's Palace with the cardinal.

The woman watched helplessly as Cui Xiaoming's market share in the future would be cut off in large chunks by outsiders who suddenly appeared in the future.

Without Picasso, Giacometti might have become the most important artist of postwar abstract art.

to this end.

"This is a challenge but also an opportunity... Mom, I think that most of the reasons why history does not remember Baglio the same way it remembers Caravaggio is because he waited his whole life and never waited until he could truly The opportunity to have a real conversation with Caravaggio. Caravaggio would rather fight with him than give the slightest chance of Baglio getting on top of him.”

But it couldn't be stopped at all.

It's hard to say who is the real winner.

Two masters who have lived for hundreds of years have already rolled up their sleeves and started fighting in court just because their painting styles are similar.

Caravaggio painted "Holy Love" and Baglio painted "Holy Love and Vulgar Love".

More combinations will make later generations of scholars sigh with emotion when they read that period of history.

"did you mean?"

Sports competition is the most cruel.

Cui Xiaoming stared at the screen in front of him.

Leonie is still thinking about giving false news to the tabloids.

In terms of public opinion, Baglio has the upper hand, and his achievements are hardly remembered by many future generations.

But Caravaggio's artistic path was extremely smooth, and he was the type of talented romantic boy.

Provocative enough.

therefore.

At the Tokyo Olympics, a sprint of 9 seconds would lead to the championship. However, in the era of the top five 8-meter sprinters, this time would not even make it to the podium.

That's enough.

Faced with this matter, Caravaggio handled it very delicately.

He has been working for half his life on who can take the first place as the founder of Baroque painting.

Such a sense of powerlessness made Leonie feel really bad.

If he had not broken up with Gauguin's angry quarrel, perhaps Van Gogh would not have taken the bullet fired at himself, and struggled painfully for two days before finally dying.

But Caravaggio was not feeling well at the time, and spent two weeks in jail because of the "plagiarism and libel case."

It is cruel to be born in the same era as a super talented person.

He even went so far as to paint the devil in the oil painting with Caravaggio's facial features when painting for his employer.

There is a precious and sincere friendship between some of them.

He was never soft-spoken when he scolded Baglio, and all kinds of invitations for painting...sorry, they never paid attention to him.

Leonie raised an eyebrow.

The sorrows, loves, and hates of masters' lives are like two balls of twine tied together in a messy way.

The age difference between Caravaggio and Baglio is not that big, and they can be considered painters of the same generation.

The masters' life trajectories are intertwined with each other and their styles are similar.

They insulted each other, ridiculed each other, and their respective followers argued with each other, thinking that the other was a plagiarizing thief.

The only thing written on his face is "Please, please draw a picture and scold me! Let's compare who can draw better."

There was no hint of resentment in his words as he anticipated the same people trying to grab the cake from him. Instead, there was a trace of sincere joy, revealed in his eyes.

Performance is everything, and every champion ages.

Ronaldo, once a nimble green spirit on the football field, also had a day when he was out of shape and weighed 200 pounds and could not kick a ball.

Sports competition is also the fairest. There are so many competitions. As long as you are strong enough, everything can be judged by the most unpretentious results.

The unknown boy threw the ruler of the old era to the ground and held him upright, and he could ascend the throne and become the new king overnight.

In addition to the cruelty of the art society, there is also some cunning and slickness of worldly wisdom.

The young painter naively fantasized that he would defeat a long-established master at a certain art exhibition, and from then on he would attract worldwide attention and rise to fame overnight.

The ideas are rich and the reality is skinny.

The actual situation is usually - sorry, they don't want to play with you at all.

There was no chance to even speak with the paintbrush.

Really famous painters who have been famous for a long time are very enthusiastic about holding solo exhibitions, participating in art fairs, etc. As long as there are occasions, opportunities, resources, and exposure, the more the merrier.

This year’s Singapore Biennale has already attracted a lot of attention.

Even the same media buzz.

If the Lion City is not organizing the Singapore Biennale to add new blood to the industry, it will focus on art competitions.

Instead, the Singapore Art Fair was changed to a Singapore Art Fair that mainly sells paintings and promotes them.

Then the main participants in the exhibition are not small painters like Gu Weijing and Sakai Katsuko.

Please see the works of top painters like Sakai Kazunari, Tang Ning, and Yayoi Kusama. It's all easy.

But the Biennale... as long as there is a comparison between winning and losing, the great painters will tend to be cautious and cautious.

Not even the top exhibition.

Neither will attend.

Or they would rather just play a side role as a "loan exhibition" coordinator of the organizing committee, rather than participate in the awards competition for the main booth.

More or less, it is to prevent the possibility of capsizing in the gutter and being stepped on by others.

Don't touch porcelain with unworthy stones.

Only young painters who have not earned much hope to fight their way through the Biennale through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Even Cui Xiaoming has not made up his mind to participate in any large-scale biennale in these years.

Otherwise, I am confident that I can win.

Otherwise, don’t participate easily.

Honestly.

Students like Hirst have been preparing for many years, burning a lot of money, and advertising in the media. As a great artist who was "the most valuable in the world" at the time, he participated in the Venice Biennale with a high profile.

Everyone thinks that winning a prize is something they can only grasp.

As a result, the Golden Lion Award was taken away by others, and Mao didn't even leave one for him.

The media was embarrassed for him.

It's impossible not to have your value affected.

That is to say, the winners of the two awards for Best Exhibiting Artist and Lifetime Achievement in Art that year were all in different artistic directions from Hirst.

There is no direct competitive relationship.

He could also use the excuse that the organizing committee is biased against "conceptual art" and that not awarding him the award would be a loss for Venice, so he could make harsh remarks to the media and find a way to create a situation.

It means that there is no problem with his artistic level.

otherwise.

He really became a cuckold who knitted wedding dresses for others.

Painters with status are all good at it.

People from different circles will not play with you.

What is your identity, what is my identity?

If you win, you deserve it. If I lose, I will lose blood directly and become a springboard for others to reach the sky.

Baglio has been banging gongs and drums and clamoring all his life, and the lawsuit is getting loud and lively, but does he really want to file a lawsuit and arrest Caravaggio?
Do not,
There is nothing he can do except litigate.

Until Caravaggio's death, he never got any chance to truly compete with him on the same platform.

He didn't lose.

But from the moment Caravaggio became famous, the opponent no longer gave him a chance to win.

To commemorate this past event.

Nowadays, when international tourists enter the National Gallery of Ancient Art of Italy, in the grand painted porch of the main exhibition hall, Caravaggio's "Amor Vincit Omni" hangs on the left, and Baglio's "Sacred Love and Omni" hangs on the right. Profane Love".

Every year, hundreds of tourists pass by the works that silently tell the story of these feuding enemies.

For this reason, the two painters stopped.

Being able to live side by side with Caravaggio, face to face, compare the heights with a tourist's eyes.

Maybe Baglio will finally feel satisfied.

However, this was already four hundred years after his death.

"Now, such an opportunity is in front of us. Mom, you feel unfortunate, but I feel how lucky I am."

The corners of Cui Xiaoming's mouth raised slightly, "With my ability and my resources. My original expectation for myself was to become a unique painter. But now, this Gu Weijing has appeared... God, It’s a good thing, it’s great. I’m not afraid that he will be very strong in the future. The stronger he is, the bigger his background is, the higher he can go, the better.”

"If God wants me to be someone who can step on the shoulders of giants, then why should I worry about how tall the giant under my feet will be? I only worry that he is not tall enough. The taller and burlier he is, the taller I will stand. He is above the sky, so I will also be above the sky.”

Cui Xuanyou looked at his son and listened with rapt attention.

The middle-aged bald man's pupils shrank slightly.

He finally understood what Cui Xiaoming was thinking.

"You...you want to participate in the Singapore Biennale, but haven't you already made up your mind to participate in the Berlin Biennale next year? We have already contacted the curator for you and secured the invitation of the specially invited painter. The quota... is less than 100 days away from the opening of the Lion City Biennale.”

"No, I changed my mind. The moment I saw this painting, the Berlin Biennale was no longer worth mentioning. Ten Berlin Biennales cannot compare to the importance of this one. My life is about I will never have the opportunity to defeat the next Cao Xuan, who may be the most important representative painter in the painting world in the next fifty years. I think his achievements should be much greater than mine."

"You only saw one of his paintings and you think so highly of him?"

Leonie was surprised and a little unconvinced.

The next Cao Xuan.

She knew that Cui Xiaoming had a high opinion of Gu Weijing, but she didn't expect it to be so high.

My son is such a proud person.

"He has better resources than me. He is younger than me, has more connections than me, and his skills are improving faster than me. It would be strange that his artistic achievements in the future will not be as good as mine... right?"

Cui Xiaoming raised his head and touched the painting in his hand with a complicated look.

He stared at the work in his hands.

The picture of "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun" that was hastily taken by the camera reflected on his pupils, and the colors were so magnificent.

"We are like two function curves with different growth slopes in the same quadrant. His growth rate is faster than mine, but I started earlier than him. Maybe in three to five years, our techniques will intersect, and his But now, I saw this work.”

"I just need to be fair and honest in our debut battle and beat him once. Dad, you are absolutely right. You have to bully such a genius as early as possible. He may be able to beat me countless times in the future. , but I will not give him another chance to prove himself. This will be the first time for the two of us to participate in the same art biennale. It is the first and last time in this life."

Cui Xiaoming smiled silently, his eyes deep and sharp.

"Of course we can't cause trouble for him to participate in the exhibition. Anyone who doesn't let Gu Weijing participate in the exhibition is our enemy."

"Otherwise, from now on, how can I be Canavaggio and how can he be Baglio."

"Once, just winning once is enough."

"The more powerful Baglio is, doesn't it mean that Canavaggio, who defeated him with the same style when he debuted, is more outstanding? From now on, whenever he participates in art exhibitions, I will automatically avoid it."

Cui Xiaoming held out a finger, "The score will always be fixed at 1:0. If I beat him once, I will eat him for fifty years. Suck his blood for a lifetime. Take advantage of him for a lifetime."

(End of this chapter)