Almighty painter

Chapter 599 My Students (Part )

Old Yang has learned his lesson this time.

He didn't dare to show off, he just said whatever he thought.

He has a certain amount of knowledge and aesthetic foundation.

But if you ask him to use artistic language to clearly explain the highlights and wonderful aspects of this painting...well, Lao Yang doesn't have that much knowledge and aesthetic foundation.

Attention is a precious resource.

Leonardo da Vinci, Aristotle, Zhang Heng, these all-rounders who were well-versed in everything from literature to science to painting, were the sages and scholars who had a unique breadth of knowledge several centuries ago when the development of academic disciplines was still in its infancy.

Up to now.

Any professional subject area has developed to a very specialized stage.

In one's lifetime, a person often only has enough energy to choose one path, focus their attention on one thing, and push a subject to the highest level.

The education at CAFA laid a good foundation for his artistic accomplishment.

But in the past twenty years since graduation.

The knowledge reserves that Lao Yang has been diligently accumulating are telling dirty jokes, and his main aesthetic direction is blonde girls with big boobs.

The art knowledge in his head is like the glass of craft beer in his stomach that is just above the limit of the drunk driving standard in Hamburg when he drinks it down with the potato balls at the restaurant.

As he twisted his body, the half-full bottle swayed with a gurgling sound.

In general, he is a two-hander with a professional subject background.

therefore.

Lao Yang could only feel that this painting, "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine", was different and attractive.

how to say.

Compared to Cui Xiaoming's work.

In terms of first impression, it seems that Cui Xiaoming's painting is more "strange", but Gu Weijing's painting is "thicker" and more "solid", as if the work in the photo is more viscous.

It’s not the stickiness of the color and brush, but the stickiness of temperament.

If Cui Xiaoming's paintings can be compared to sparkling fruit wine mixed with a variety of colors.

Then.

Gu Weijing's paintings are like a cup of steaming blood plasma.

But if Lao Yang were like Mr. Cao, he would realize the moment he got the painting that the difference between the two temperaments, shallow and thick, lies in Gu Weijing's fusion painting ideas based on Lang Shining's new style of painting, which has a higher degree of technical completion.

The three painting elements of oil painting, sketching and Chinese painting are "pressed" more tightly by his brush.

And more importantly.

Cui Xiaoming's paintings are novel, but their emotional depth is far inferior to that of Gu Weijing's works.

Cui Xiaoming's works are created with creativity.

Gu Weijing's paintings are created with emotions.

The latter's paintings are more passionate and have a touch of the worldly life.

It even made him, like Cao Xuan, immediately connect with the background music when he saw the painting for the first time, and think of the heroism of life.

Even if you squeeze out all the shit in his intestines, Lao Yang definitely doesn't have the level of appreciation for this.

This time, Mr. Cao did not criticize him.

"Yes, it is brighter and more brilliant. This doesn't sound like the language of art appreciation, and it is still superficial, but it is the result of careful observation and careful speaking."

The old man nodded and gave Old Yang a smile.

"It's much more crystal clear, mature, lively and flavorful than the bunch of things just now. It's a bit of progress. This way, when I go out to mingle in the future, I can say that I was once my assistant."

"You taught me well, old man."

Old Yang's mouth was as big as a rotten persimmon, and he twisted it there again.

Smirk, I smile smirk!

"So which of these two paintings do you think has a better chance of winning the prize?"

Mr. Cao looked at the tablet computer and the photos next to it on the table again, was silent for a few seconds, and asked again.

Old Yang hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Cao Xuan's expression out of the corner of his eye.

"to be honest."

Cao Xuan seemed to have eyes behind his head and gave the order with a stronger tone.

Lao Yang stopped talking.

Now "killer instinct" can't help.

All he can rely on is the industry experience he has accumulated from personal relationships and accidents over the years.

He could see that it was different from the bet they made at the Shwedagon Pagoda at the beginning of the year, which was seven parts jokes, two parts encouragement, and one part appreciation.

Over the past six months, Gu Weijing's performance has exceeded Mr. Cao's expectations time and time again.

Old Yang understood it clearly.

When the old man asked him to book a plane ticket to Singapore, it was obvious that he had really thought about it.

Who would have thought.

Just when everyone thought the bet was a joke, it seemed to be becoming a reality.

But Cui Xiaoming suddenly jumped out and stood in front of him.

Lao Yang hesitated for a few seconds.

He did not answer Mr. Cao's question, but suddenly gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Cui Xiaoming, otherwise, I will make a phone call later and inform the Singapore Organizing Committee..."

There's no such thing as taking the back door at an art exhibition, or you just don't go at all.

Be an upright person.

Otherwise, since everyone wants to build connections.

Then they will each hold a battle of magic. You invite your Li Tieguai, I invite my Lu Dongbin, and the Eight Immortals will show their magical powers.

Invite the gods to possess you, climb the mountains with swords, throw yourself into the frying pan, win or lose, life or death, all are up to fate.

See who has a tougher life.

If you dare to play, you must be able to afford it.

You have a strong background and powerful connections, so you snatched my chance to win the award, and I accept it.

The same reason.

If you don't recognize a great man and die on a piece of iron, don't be a sissy and cry and complain about your grievances to the King of Hell.

Let's just have a real fight.

You were the one who acted carelessly first. If Old Yang really wanted to teach Cui Xiaoming a lesson, he had plenty of ways to do it.

It’s a competition of resources, who’s afraid of who?

You can't think that just because he looks like a Chihuahua, Old Yang is easy to bully. He will just bark there and not do any training.

Even Ole Kruger, a second-generation rich banker who manages assets worth tens of billions of euros, was still criticized by Yang and had no idea where to start.

Not only did the negotiation yield nothing, but a bottle of Champagne Dom Perregaux was also snatched away from him. Old Yang held it in his arms, picked his teeth, and then strolled home in a swagger.

Is it useful to participate in the exhibition through special channels, be specially invited by curators, and get your works exposed first?
Of course it works.

The premise is that our teacher Yang does not bother with him.

otherwise.

All these little thoughts have become a joke.

They probably didn't realize that the junior that Grandpa Cao called to ask questions was actually the last disciple that the other party wanted to accept.

otherwise.

The other party shouldn't dare to go so far.

You, Cui Xuanyou and Leonie, are a couple who know some judges and can mobilize their personal connections to help their son win the award.

Lao Yang also knows people.

to be honest.

This matter doesn't even need to go through Cao Xuan's hands. Old Yang can probably just get the job done with some effort.

Play with resources.

The industry resources that Cui Xuanyou and Leonie can mobilize together may not be comparable to those of Lao Yang alone.

There was no guarantee that the award would be given to Gu Weijing. At least, he would guarantee that once Old Yang took action, the male and female would vomit for three days and three nights as if they had been forced to drink two kilograms of gutter oil.

"Yang Dekang, shut up!"

who knows.

Before he could finish his words, Cao Lao scolded him harshly: "Stop messing around with these unpresentable tricks. You are so useless! I am not dead yet. Wait until I am buried in the coffin before you guys run out and stir up trouble!"

The old man slammed the table.

Cao Xuan was in poor health when he was young.

After reaching middle age, I sought medical advice and learned Ba Duan Jin (Ba Duan Jin) from a famous doctor to regulate my body.

All this talk of cultivation, internal strength, and transformation of energy is bullshit.

It is great if you just use it to strengthen your body, use it as a gentle way to stretch your muscles, and maintain your daily creative state.

The old man was probably really angry.

There is such great power in the arms that are as dry as firewood.

The lid of the teacup was pulled and it jumped up, causing the cup to fall over and amber tea to pool on the mahogany table.

Old Yang had never seen Cao Xuan so angry.

He was so frightened that he was silent.

She didn't dare to say a word. She found a rag and huddled together to wipe all the tea stains on the table.

"In a small sense, we are all working hard in this circle overseas, and we are all Chinese and Chinese. In a big sense, we all make a living by painting with our brushes, and we all paint with oriental elements. I just told you the meaning of the word civilization-"

He slapped the table.

The old man seemed to be still not satisfied.

"Nice words go in one ear and out the other."

Old Cao was still angrily scolding, "As a result, when it comes to the art exhibition and the time to compete for fame and fortune, no one helps each other. Instead, everyone is harboring evil intentions. If I step on you and you fall down, you will definitely grab your trouser legs and drag me down to become your accomplice. It's a mess when people fight each other!"

The old man was so excited just now that he could clearly feel his breathing when he spoke.

now.

He was really angry.

Cao Xuan sat at the table, breathing heavily for a while with his chest heaving, and regularized his breathing.

Old Yang stood aside, feeling terrified.

"Mr. Cao, don't be angry, please don't be angry. I just said it casually. Please don't take it to heart. It's not worth it to argue with me." He whispered beside him.

Half a minute later.

Suddenly, the furious Cao Xuan finally calmed down.

He looked at the picture of "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunlight" on the tablet screen in front of him and said slowly, "Okay, I'm not just angry at you. It's just that I've explained the truth over and over again, why can't you listen?"

"The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng was born in Lingnan. He was illiterate and spoke a dialect that was very different from the official Mandarin. He traveled through the open air and came to Huangmei. He met the Fifth Patriarch Hongren and wanted to learn Buddhism. Hongren asked with a smile, 'You are all southern barbarians, how can you become a Buddha?' Hui Neng replied, 'People are divided into north and south, but Buddha nature is not divided into north and south. The Dharma is originally one.'"

(Note: This is a contemptuous expression. Different scriptures have different interpretations of this sentence. Here, the phrase is "a foreigner in the woods who cannot speak a word.")
"My teacher said something similar to me when he was dying. People can be divided, but paintings cannot be divided. The north and the south are the same, and there is no difference between a 獦獦獦 and a monk. They should all be treated equally. If Chinese paintings were all quarreling and fighting with each other, what a disgrace!"

Cao Xuan sighed slowly.

"If people's hearts are scattered, then what is the meaning of art and civilization and inheritance?"

"He painted a good picture. It's a good work for the exhibition. Why do you want to make things difficult for him, not let him win the prize, and kick him out, just because you think he is hindering others from getting noticed?"

"Just said it casually, just said it casually. I think this guy is not tactful and does not think before doing things, so he just said it." Old Yang wagged his tail obediently beside him.

Mr. Cao stared at the drawing on the table again and stopped talking.

Old Yang smelled that something was wrong in the air.

He wanted to slip away, but before he did, he asked uncertainly, "So, I still have to book a flight to Singapore."

"Order, of course." Cao Xuan nodded.

"Do we need to notify Mr. Lin, Ms. Zhou and the others?"

Old Yang asked again.

He felt that Master Cao had called all these disciples over to hold a ceremony for them to become his last disciples.

Great painters paint millions of people in each of their paintings.

Everyone is busy, okay?

If everyone was called over, and Gu Weijing ended up with nothing and didn't win any awards, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
"Everything remains the same." Mr. Cao ordered.

Old Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "So, you, old man, are so good at predicting things. You have already determined that Brother Gu will definitely win the prize."

He thought that according to the organizing committee's award criteria, Gu Weijing's chances of winning the award were slim, as Cui Xiaoming's work was more ingenious in its creative conception and its fusion painting style itself had original attributes.

but.

The old man must be standing higher than him and seeing farther.

Since Mr. Cao said that everything will remain the same, there will most likely be no problems.

"The probability of the two paintings winning together is about 3-7. Cui Xiaoming's work is odd, which accounts for 28% in a Biennale where people just look at paintings in passing. Gu Weijing's work is emotional, but the content of the painting is not odd enough to please the judges, so he accounts for %. Considering that Cui Xiaoming was invited as a special guest, the probability should be -."

Cao Xuan nodded, then shook his head and replied.

Lao Yang's judgment is universal.

It's not just that his intuition is accurate, but his half-full level of understanding is also common among the judges.

Don't ever assume that the jury of a large art festival will be of a certain level.

All we can say is that there must be very high-level artists on the jury, but it is hard to say how many there are exactly, as they usually only account for a small part.

Experts are a valuable resource.

Some art festivals have a jury of a hundred or even several hundred people each session, and the jury has to rotate every session. Where in the world can you find so many hundreds or thousands of top celebrities?

Even if we find it, they may not have the time to come over.

In the early years of the Oscars, there were rumors every year that the members of the Academy did not have the time to vote and let their nannies fill in the list of winners at random.

The credibility of Taiwan's Golden Horse Awards has been questioned because of allegations of manipulation.

Therefore, it is probably the only art award in the world where all internal discussions are publicly recorded and the speeches of each judge are archived.

Now no one accuses it of inside information anymore.

Let's change our criticism to its quality.

Looking at the published judges' speeches, many people are confused. What kind of people are they? With this level of appreciation, can they be judges? They are not that good! They should first understand the concept of art.

Continue to be scolded by the media.

Most of the judges could point out what was good about Cui Xiaoming's paintings and were also better at writing their reviews.

Most of the judges can feel that Gu Weijing's paintings are good.

When discussing it, he was hesitant and couldn't explain clearly.

At most, you can be like Lao Yang, who utters a few words such as "it looks brighter and more brilliant". It's okay to say it in private, but if you say it during a discussion among scholars at an art festival, you will be laughed at.

That's the difference between feeling good and saying it well.

Gu Weijing is more likely to sell at a high price.

It is more likely for Cui Xiaoming to win an award. Of course, the price will be higher if he wins the award than if he does not.

What's more, Cui Xiaoming's painting style is original, while Gu Weijing's painting style is based on Lang Shining.

There are also differences in publicity resources.

Taking all these factors into account, the 80-20 ratio is already conservative.

It is no exaggeration to say that the odds are 9:1.

"But...what does it matter? Gu Weijing is remarkable for saying those words, and Gu boy is also remarkable for painting this picture."

Mr. Cao didn't look at Mr. Yang, his eyes were always on the table.

“So winning or not winning is not important anymore.”

"I remember Xiao Ning said in an interview with Oil Painting some time ago that people tend to break their promises as they get older?" Mr. Cao seemed to be asking Old Yang, but also seemed to be asking himself.

Lao Yang didn't dare to say anything and pretended to be an unknown person at the door.

"Xiao Ning knows me well after all. She's right. When people get old, they tend to break their promises."

"At the moment this painting is in front of me, if he wins the award, he is my student; if he doesn't win the award, he is still my student."

(End of this chapter)