Almighty painter

Chapter 57
The sum of the four judges for this illustration only got thirteen points.

The lady in the wheelchair gave three points, and among the remaining three, except for Thomas who gave four points, the other two judges also gave three points.

"This total score is not as good as the last homeless man, which is too embarrassing. I guess no matter who this painter is, his future business may not be easy to do."

Mrs. Sakai said with emotion.

No matter what the reason is, it will not be something to show your face if your carefully drawn works are trampled under the feet of homeless graffiti.

"It's a pity. It's unfair to demand the works of online painters by the standards of artworks. From the perspective of illustrations alone, there are all the content that should be there."

Sakai Kasunari sighed.

"What more can you ask of them?"

Compared with other countries, RB has more small illustrators or cartoonists.

Professor Sakai knew that at their level, being able to draw the content required by employers was not bad in itself.

You can't ask how realistic their work is, especially at such a small size.

In painting, online animation illustrations and portraits are completely different prices.

"Only practical value, no artistic value."

Katsuko Sakai said softly: "Miss Irina in the wheelchair is appreciating this work from the perspective of appraising a serious work of art. Three points is quite generous."

For an illustration, it is officially over when you hand over the work to the employer.

For a work of art, beyond the use value.There is also a need for collection value and sale value.

You can not only buy this painting, but also sell it, so that the next collector is willing to buy it.

There are as many illustration works of this level as there are in the art market.

Strictly speaking, if you want to make up two more stories about that homeless graffiti, you may always meet one or two people who are curious and want to buy it.

If it is bad enough to be distinctive, it can be regarded as distinctive.

But if it is an ordinary illustration with no bright spots, it is like a weed growing by the roadside, no one cares.

This contest is really not friendly to web illustrators.

Painting is more of a job than an artistic pursuit for them.

What they pursue is the quantity of orders received and the turnover, but not the artistic level.

After all, Wuling Hongguang and Ferrari drag racing are just a joke, and the starting point of their work is completely different.

If we sharply analyze the mistakes and omissions in these works from the perspective of art appreciation, it is indeed cruel and cruel.

"Hurry up, the works of these online painters are really nothing worth seeing, can they really be compared with the masters?"

Komatsu Taro shook his head impatiently, he almost wanted to fast-forward.

Sakai Tsunamasa said: "Three online illustrators and a homeless man, when the lady judge immediately eliminates another painting, the exciting part will come."

Competing with masters, such an opportunity is naturally rare for Lei, but other online painters have only the fate of being crushed.

Fine arts and sports are similar.

Even if you have been doped, you have to be an athlete if you want to win the world championship. If you go to the race with Uncle Sakai, even if you drink the doping as mineral water, you will only get ridicule.

"These online illustrators who make a living are really not qualified to compete with real artists on the same stage. If it is a serious art exhibition, they are not even qualified to be shortlisted..."

Mrs. Sakai was halfway through her words when she suddenly fell silent.

Because she saw that without any warning, Miss Yi Lianna who was sitting in the wheelchair suddenly stopped the appraisal.

The girl turned her head sideways, staring at a work in front of her for a long time.

Then she rang the bell slightly.

A nurse servant in a black vest pushed the door open and entered.

She whispered something in the other party's ear, and the other party nodded, then turned and opened the door to leave.

Then the connoisseur, with her hands crossed under her chin, stared at the four paintings in front of her, and fell into a long silence.

On the right side of the IPAD, an abnormal picture was also found in the discussion area that was synchronized with the video progress in real time.

A slice of question marks and wtf (what happened)?Started frantically swiping the screen.

"What's the matter? She's not feeling well, or something went wrong with the video recording."

As soon as Sakai Tsunasawa said something, he felt something was wrong.

This is not a live broadcast, but a pre-made video.

If there is any problem during the recording process, just cut it out later.

Since Mr. Hyperion is willing to keep this clip, it means that this clip must be very important to the video, and the audience will be interested.

"Hi? Hi? What's the matter? Are you all right?"

Thomas gestured to the cameraman beside him.

The camera shakes for a while, and the picture is moved to a blank wall, but the video itself does not end, and continues to play.

"No... just that I think I need to pause the recording. Please [block beep—], I have to apologize to you for something."

Anna's voice continued to come from the screen.

This was indeed an emergency.

After a long silence, the young lady even forgot that she was recording a show, and directly called the big Internet celebrity's real name.

The super-influencer has always been very private about her personal life outside of work, and has never revealed her real name to the outside world.

In order to protect their personal information, the post-production team had to [beep—] drop the word "Thomas" when processing this audio.

At this time, the subtitle of the prompt appeared for the second time in the video.

[There was a small episode during the recording process.Very interesting, after my consideration, I decided to keep it real and present this video to everyone as it is—Mr. Hyperion】

After a few seconds, the video is back to normal.

"Okay, let's resume the recording. Just now Miss Irina told me something very interesting."

Thomas turns the camera to Anna.

"I used to say that it's not wise to pay $100 million for a commissioned illustration, and I don't think I'll see anything that surprises me."

Anna pursed her lips, showing her inner hesitation.

She has always been a clean and tidy person, and she has never been entangled in judging whether a work of art is good or bad.

But today...

Especially that painting.

"I still stick to the former point of view, but I have to apologize for the latter conclusion. I should not jump to conclusions without seeing the actual artwork. The remaining four illustrations are very good, even called Impressively excellent."

"Any one of them that I eliminated after that is not because it is not good enough, but because other works are better."

"and……"

Anna dragged out her voice and bit her lower lip slightly.

"There's even one that really surprised me...a masterpiece that I need to take a moment to appreciate before I can make a final conclusion."

"About a few minutes."

The nurse outside quickly delivered a set of suitcases.

Anna cleaned her hands and took off the Jaeger-LeCoultre moon phase watch she was wearing on her wrist.

The nursing aunt helped her fold up the sleeves of the dress, exposing the smooth forearm below.

After making sure her sleeves wouldn't inadvertently stain the drawing paper, she put on a pair of white silk gloves.

Anna rotated the fixing pin at the back of the picture frame, disassembled one of the four picture frames, and took out the drawing paper inside.

Take out the magnifying glass and start to examine the picture carefully.

"strangeness."

Komatsu Taro straightened his body slightly.

This kind of identification method is generally only used on the authenticity of large-scale oil paintings, especially in auction houses.

The appraiser determines whether it is an authentic work of a famous artist or an imitation through the drying sequence of the paint, the art style revealed by the most delicate strokes of the brush, and the texture of the characters.

This painting is so meticulously drawn, I didn't expect the other party to look at it so seriously.

masterpiece?

"It belongs to Senior Jane Arnold, or it belongs to Van Dorn. You are so careful, and you actually call it a masterpiece."

Uncle Sakai stroked his chin.

This kind of old-school art critics are very particular about the words used to appraise artworks.

The other party called this work Masterpiece (master-like excellence), it must be because he likes this painting to the bone.

"Senior Jane Arnold is at least [-]% likely."

Katsuko Sakai thought for a while: "The remaining [-]% ​​is due to Miss Louis's exceptionally good paintings. With the style of "Oil Painting" magazine, I shouldn't like Dadaism too much, but—"

The coffee table was quiet.

Everyone is aware of a problem.

Jane Arnold, Van Dorn, Louis, one radish and one pit, so whose painting is the one left?
(End of this chapter)