Almighty painter

Chapter 592 Reap the consequences
"I understand...I'll do my best."

Gu Weijing nodded.

Whether or not Curator Tonks wants to attract traffic by relying on the discussion about Detective Cats is her business.

The top art biennial was willing to offer him a spot as a guest painter.

Just giving him face.

For painters who participate in the exhibition through special channels, the organizing committee often arranges their works in the most core and central booths.

The judges will also put in more effort.

I can't guarantee anything else.

You were actively invited by the curator to participate in the exhibition.

The judges will at least give you basic courtesy - that is, they will go through each of the guest painter's works from beginning to end in front of the booth, and then patiently choose words and sentences, and carefully write out a review.

Finally, these suggestions were summarized at an internal closed-door discussion meeting.

Never underestimate this difference.

What an artist fears most is not that his painting is bad, but that no one will see it.

When people are willing to take a closer look at you, that is opportunity, that is the difference between winning a prize and not winning one.

Even without any subjective emotional factors.

Being able to participate in the exhibition through special invitation channels gives you an innate advantage over those unlucky ordinary painters who are unlucky, have remote booths, and are directly selectively ignored by the judges during discussions.

For example, the photo "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine".

The probability of winning or not is probably fifty-fifty.

But what if it is a work invited to participate in the exhibition by curator Tonks himself through a special invitation channel?

Gu Weijing dared to say that he was 70% sure that he could at least win a small prize.

"Well, that's it. You prepare first and see if you have any inspiration. But don't be too anxious. I will also help you think about the creative direction. We will try to come up with a suitable creative direction this week."

“What touches people’s hearts is never the boring accumulation of time, but the wonderful writing at the right time.”

Anna encouraged: "Come on, we can do it."

Miss Irina never worries about not being able to find a suitable painting subject because of too little time.

On art resources.

"Oil Painting" magazine dares to say it is second, and no one dares to say it is first.

Even super galleries like Gagosian are not good enough.

She holds the power to decide the direction of the industry and she is the referee.

As the column manager of the visual arts section of Oil Painting magazine, his status and position in the field of fine arts is in no way inferior to that of the director of the British Museum and the chairman of the Venice Biennale.

Incidentally.

Among the former program managers, there are indeed more than one who has served as the chairman of the Venice Biennale, or served as the director of a major art museum, including a Minister of Culture of the Spanish Cabinet.

Even Sir Brown was invited by Amsterdam that year.

If it weren’t for his ambition to integrate the art market, or his aunt’s death.

He did not become the chairman of Oil Painting.

Maybe he is now the director of the National Gallery of the Netherlands.

Identity is a relative concept.

For Mr. Sloth, the host of the podcast and the agent of Detective Cat.

Director Tonks is a big shot.

When he sent the invitation letters, he might have thought in his heart that he was giving them face.

But if it is Anna Elena who appears on the stage.

Then it would be Tonks' turn to kneel and lick her toes.

Even without the family bonus, even if she was not a column manager of a magazine, even if she was just an ordinary column editor, if she wanted to recommend a painter to participate in an art exhibition such as the Lion City Biennale through a special invitation channel, it would really be just a matter of making a phone call or sending an email.

Although it is not convenient for Anna to do so.

But she could at least ask her editors to do an exhibition preview to summarize the artistic direction and aesthetic preferences of the judges of the Singapore Biennale.

She came to determine a correct topic direction for Detective Cat.

Just like the set of "Burning World" illustrations.

For an international biennale like the Lion City Biennale, the magazine is supposed to set up a project to follow up and report on it. Her behavior cannot even be considered as abusing her power for personal gain.

The only thing you need to note is that more than a month is indeed too tight.

and so.

The creative direction cannot be designed to be too complicated or too grand, or it may put forward a painting concept that Ms. Detective Cat will be unable to find the feeling for.

Fortunately, we can find the right goal, submit the work quickly, and do our best within the limited time.

This is the inherent advantage of painters who come from the illustration industry.

What everyone cares about is efficient creation.

If illustrators were like serious painters, they would spend months humming and humming on an important work, just like a turtle.

They would have all starved to death long ago.

……

Gu Weijing was chatting with his agent about being specially invited to participate in the exhibition.

He stood by the window, typing, his eyes inadvertently falling on the yard at his feet.

The sun slowly rose overhead and then set. At this moment, the shadow of the old locust tree was about the same length as when he first arrived at the orphanage.

There is still the bright yellow sun and the light blue sky.

But it was already afternoon.

It took half a day.

Katsuko Sakai seemed to have finished reading Koko's work, made some suggestions for revisions, and was slowly scratching the cat on a bench nearby.

Awang finally got his reward after all the hard work, and he lay on her legs, as if he had fallen asleep.

Koko was still standing beside the drawing board under the shade of the tree.

Revising her portfolio.

Gu Weijing suddenly realized that when he was in the studio.

No matter what he was doing, whether in his spare time, painting, reading, or drinking tea, as long as he had some free time, he would stand at the window and look into the yard, and he would always see Koko there, standing under the shade of the tree, next to the drawing board.

She seemed to have become part of the scenery of the old church.

Such as now.

The sunlight made the mottled stone floor of the old church look like sparkling water.

Koko is the jade lotus that floats in the shade on the water surface, yet always stays attached to the roots.

Not just today, but ever since she came to the orphanage.

It's like this every day.

Koko's home is only a few steps away from here.

She comes early and leaves late every day.

The carved drawing board under the old locust tree became her root.

Gu Weijing and Koko have been classmates for several years, but he has never seen Koko like this.

It's not just about wanting to go to a good university that can explain it clearly.

There are many people in the world who want to go to a good university, but few are willing to make such an effort.

Foreign universities have a lenient admission policy but a strict graduation policy.

There is no need to be secretive.

Relatively speaking, it is much easier to apply to the art department than business, engineering and the like.

To reach a truly famous school, there is still a huge crowd of people trying to get in.

However, universities ranked below 100 in the world are backed by international high schools.

It is not difficult for these people to apply. After paying tens of thousands of dollars in tuition fees, it should not be difficult to find a backup university to attend.

Is it useful to work hard in front of the drawing board for a month or two?
It will definitely be useful.

But it was certainly not as useful as the letter of recommendation from his father that Miss Sakai gave her a few days ago.

Foreign universities are truly a society where relationships are important.

In the eyes of the admissions office, Uncle Sakai's round, octopus-ball-like face is more impressive than the portfolios of most students in the world who worked hard under the influence of long hours to create them.

Just like the invitation letter that the Biennale immediately sent to Detective Cat after he became famous, it directly surpassed his hard practice of dozens of paintings over the past few months.

It's ironic, but also realistic.

"Does she like painting?"

Gu Weijing looked at Koko and asked himself.

Painting is the kind of work that you can enjoy as long as you immerse yourself in it without distraction.

A calm and focused person can easily fall in love with painting.

But Gu Weijing felt that it was not something that could be explained clearly by such a simple reason.

Koko showed great resilience, and the girl who fished for three days and dried her nets for two days suddenly disappeared.

The moment she really made up her mind.

She became persistent, serious and focused.

"Mr. Sloth, I have another question for you?"

"I still need to discuss the details of the exhibition. Let's arrange a time to talk on the phone."

"No, I want to ask you, two people who like each other, can they be good friends for life? Within the boundaries of courtesy without having to bear guilt."

Gu Weijing typed with some melancholy, "You said that we had a moment of tacit understanding after a hug. Will the affection turn into friendship, or will it turn into love?"

"There are so many kinds of love. It depends on the situation. Why do you suddenly say that?" asked Mr. Sloth.

A few seconds later.

"Is it about your nephew?"

A new line of messages appeared on the screen.

Mr. Sloth seems to have an amazing sensitivity when it comes to emotional matters.

"Yes, it's about my nephew."

Gu Weijing decided that it was time to bring out his "distant nephew" and use him as a target: "Remember what I mentioned to you?"

"Remember, the young man who had trouble choosing gifts? You seemed to care about your nephew very much?"

Mr. Sloth replied on the screen.

"I can't help it. His parents are not around, and he has been growing up with me. Whenever he encounters a problem, he always pesters me to give him advice. It's so annoying."

Gu Weijing said casually, "He told me that he guessed what that friend was expecting. The other party had been very sad recently, so he finally gave the girl something that would make her feel warm and truly happy. In his and my descriptions, what you said is absolutely right."

"The feeling at that moment was probably what you mentioned, a telepathic connection. He and the other person were sitting in the car at a distance, but he could feel the other person's heartbeat in his chest..."

In the deep night of Germany.

Anna was already feeling a little tired.

Seeing the message on the screen, she suddenly blinked her eyelashes and became energetic.

From small to large.

She is always alone.

She has a heart full of emotions, but she rarely has the opportunity to chat about gossip and love with her besties like ordinary people.

Detective Cat's nephew cleverly filled the gap in Miss Elena's life.

And explaining to Detective Cat Sister what love is and how to learn to love is also an important part of filling her life experience.

Ding Ding Ding!
Mr. Sloth’s love class is now open - what should you do if your nephew is disobedient?
Just have a smoke.

"greedy."

Anna sneered at the screen, "He chose a dangerous path, so guilt is part of the price of his choice. There is no such good thing in the world. He wants to play with fire and be safe without any guilt. Why? Even if your fingers are burned by fire, it is a process that needs to be experienced."

"If you indulge in irrational behavior, don't expect to reap rational results."

“You only have one chance to choose reason. Once love occurs, it exists. One cannot use reason to drive away love, just as one cannot use reason to drive away regret.”

"It's your own fault."

Miss Elena commented: "Ignore him and let him suffer on his own. No matter what the result is, he deserves it. There is no need to sympathize with him."

Gu Weijing looked at the screen, speechless.

He stabbed him in the chest with a knife again and again.

In front of him, Mr. Sloth always appears to be a gentle and elegant gentleman.

He never realized it.

It turns out that my agent can be so sharp and venomous when he talks back at others.

"Yes, yes, he deserved it. He brought this upon himself."

Gu Weijing replied: "I was just worried that the girl would get hurt. She is a very proud, brave and strong girl. I watched her grow up. In my heart, she is much cuter than my nephew."

“Then I don’t know the answer.”

Anna typed.

"I've said it before, either you face the danger or you keep your distance. There is no in-between option."

"Whether love can sprout or not is something that can be determined through rational discussion, just like a seed that can only germinate under the right light and soil. Once love is born, it belongs to God. I cannot answer for God what this seed will grow into in the future."

"You reap what you sow. Whatever fruit grows, he must swallow it himself. Whether it's a sour lemon or..."

Miss Elena added in her reply, "Flaming peppers, or -"

"Oh, I think my nephew handled that pretty well."

Gu Weijing typed hurriedly, stopping Mr. Sloth's attempt to pry open his mouth and force some strange things into it.

He quickly defended the legitimacy of his choice in front of the other party.

"It doesn't seem to be exactly the same as what you said."

"Compared to before, I can see that she and my nephew are now controlling their distance and intentionally maintaining a polite boundary. She even seems to have a good relationship with my nephew's girlfriend. Isn't this a good result?"

"hehe."

Anna sneered contemptuously again.

She even typed this sneer directly on the screen.

friend?

Between wives and lovers, everyone is good and everyone becomes good friends. This is the dreamlike fantasy of countless idiotic playboys and scumbag artists throughout history.

And the ending is something Miss Elena is all too familiar with.

"Then I can say - your nephew is finished." Miss Anna nodded and responded with the certainty of a prophet.

(End of this chapter)