Almighty painter

Chapter 58: A Tool to Stimulate Desire
Anna's fingertips carefully brushed across the surface of the illustration.

Her blue eyes stared at the drawing paper in her hand for a long time.

Except for the occasional blinking of her eyes and the gentle movements of her fingertips, the audience wondered whether she had turned into a perfect ice sculpture.

No one spoke in the studio, and the photographer gave Anna a silent long shot, only occasionally switching to a close-up shot of her profile.

In short videos, such lens language is rarely used.

Nowadays, self-media videos that provide fans and audiences to watch in fragmented time pay attention to every inch of time and every inch of gold.

Every second has a new explosive point, the more exaggerated the content, the better.

After all, people in today's society are too busy, even to watch a popcorn movie, many people have to watch the "Look out, this man..." series commentary on the Internet.

The process of appreciating oil paintings is not interesting in itself.

The audience is here looking for excitement, you put an art-style long shot here, make sure everyone swears and turns off the video.

Yet Mr. Hyperion, the world's number one internet celebrity, is doing exactly that in his new million-dollar video.

Thomas seems confident in what viewers will like to watch.

There is no BGM, no dialogue inserted, and no subtitles like [2000 years later. (a long time later)] that are usually used on YouTube for this kind of clips, just edited and skipped.

Time just flowed by like this.

The real-time refreshing speed of the comments in the discussion chat room on the right has slowed down at this moment.

It was not because the audience was shrinking, but that the iceberg girl in the wheelchair seemed to have a kind of solemn power when viewing the painting, which made the audience quiet down all of a sudden.

They were afraid of their hasty words and shattered the statue of the goddess made of ice.

Her beauty carries an oppressive aura that makes people unconsciously want to hold their breath.

A beautiful girl—this kind of image really has the power to penetrate men and women and communicate with the world.

If anyone hates scenes like this, it's just because she's not pretty enough.

Not only Komatsu Taro and Sakai Tsunasho in front of the video were swayed watching, unable to restrain themselves.

Even beauties like Sakai's mother and daughter are staring at the camera in the video with admiring eyes.

"If I can ask her to be my model, I will definitely be able to draw a very good work." Sakai Katsuko said slowly.

"This little girl has a fairy-tale beauty."

Mrs. Sakai thought for a while, and finally found a suitable rhetoric.

An old manor covered with verdant vines, an ancient and quiet old-school studio, and a beautiful girl wearing a gauze crown.

Everything in front of me has the unreal temperament of a fairy tale like a dream, like a page torn from "The Grimm's Fairy Tales", falling into the world.

The photographer's camera zoomed in on Anna's profile.

As she admired the paintings for a long time, the ice sculptures began to melt gradually, and their expressions became more vivid than ever.

Sometimes the girl purses her lips and her eyelashes tremble slightly, as if seeing something that makes her happy.

Sometimes he would frown inexplicably, and his face turned frosty again, not the kind of coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away, but a bit of sorrowful and indisputable resentment.

She gritted her teeth lightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end it only turned into an exclamation between her lips and teeth.

"Incorrigible idiot!"

Anna finally put down the magnifying glass, and carefully put the drawing paper into the frame.

So many comrades in the comment area who don't know why can't accept it immediately.

"Wow, this girl is so charming just now."

"Who can explain to me what happened to this young lady?"

"Is this good or bad!!!"

"At this time, do you really care about whether the painting is good or not? It's just looking at a painting. Why does she look like she has lost her love?"

"I can't accept it, I hate this painter."

……

Thomas saw Anna put away the picture frame, put the magnifying glass and other tools back into the toolbox, and took off the silk gloves on her hands.

"Miss Elena, can we continue shooting? Do you need to take a moment to look at other paintings?"

Thomas signaled that he was in no hurry.

"No need."

Anna had no interest in looking at other works. After putting the drawing paper back into the frame, she quickly returned to her cold appearance.

Frost refreezes.

It seemed that the rich expression on his face just now was an illusion.

"I chose No.4 from the bottom...Which illustrator of avant-garde art did you hire? Elton Byrne, Jerry Dunstan, or De Jong Vandoorne?"

Anna casually announced a few names from her mouth.

Thomas looked a little surprised, and he turned his head to look at the staff beside him.

"Uh...how did you know. Sorry. Miss Irina, according to our agreement..."

"According to the agreement, I should not know the specific artist until the final result is announced."

Ana interrupted Thomas.

"Don't worry, no one has told me who the artist is in private. It's just that there are only a few artists who have superb artistic skills in today's illustration world, but like to do these nihilistic styles. Guessing their identities is like It’s as easy as identifying the shade number of a paint.”

"It's Mr. de Jong Vandoorne, the artist."

"I'm not surprised."

Anna handed Thomas an illustration from one of the four framed pictures.

It was a smoky black palm with six fingers. Its theme was stitched together by messy shreds of paper, and the paper outside the palm was a large pile of letters.

It was probably "Hyperion store.com", but it was completely unrecognizable.

Not only does the text itself vary in color, from yellow all the way to bright purple, it looks dizzying.

And the letters are crooked and crooked, with a unique sense of design.

One of the letters P is not only very huge, but also the upper arc is tilted and twisted up and down, forming a figure 8 with a small top and a big bottom, and the straight line that goes down crookedly runs through the entire picture.

If it is said that the homeless graffiti makes people look at it, it feels ridiculous.

Then the biggest impression of this painting is nothingness, chaos, and regular overlapping of meaningless lines.

The whole picture presents an art style that makes people feel unclear.

"What is this...why I can't understand it at all."

"Uh, Mr. Hyperion really didn't misplace the pictures? Were the previous pictures really the same theme? I felt dizzy after looking at it for a while."

"Wow, it's really cool, this painting is amazing. Haven't you guys heard of Van Dorn? I really like the clothes he designed. I have a 500 euro joint coat."

The comment area quickly took this painting as the theme, and new quarrels broke out.

Some people don't understand it, some people think it's really cool.

Anna didn't seem to be interested in appreciating the painting. She just glanced at the painting casually and commented with a lack of interest.

"Many people think that Van Dorn is a very talented painter, a genius in color composition. This painting is also in the classic Van Dorn style, the colors are very rich, the design is good, the lines are very good, but..."

"But you don't like him, do you, you're biased against him? I knew it."

During the filming, the security guard who had no active fans suddenly interrupted.

Thomas looked at the bearded uncle a little strangely: "What are you talking about?"

"I like Mr. Van Dorn's trendy clothing."

The bearded uncle seems to be Van Dorn's fanboy.

He hadn't had time to be pleasantly surprised when he heard that the painting turned out to be the work of Van Dorn.

It seems that Miss Anna has eliminated the artist in her mind so early, and the security officer seems a little unacceptable.

"But I do know that some art critics hate Van Doorn so much that they slander him for some unsubstantiated..."

"Because of rumors, he once said at a reception—" Anna didn't seem to care about the beard's attack, she turned her head and explained to the camera interface, "—women are just tools to stimulate his desire to paint."

"Yes, I do hate him. Why should I like him?"

Anna said coldly: "Who does he think he is - 007 on mission? Sorry, he's just a fat and ugly old white man, and now even James Bond doesn't dare to talk like that."

"He said that women are just tools to arouse his desire. Van Dorn is obviously very self-aware on this point. Because if it is the other way around, looking at his face will not only fail to arouse any desire in me, but will only make me I want to throw up."

"But I just want to weed out his paintings. It has nothing to do with personal perception, but only with art."

(End of this chapter)