Almighty painter

Chapter 650 Encounter?

Anna glanced at the clock on the wall, controlled the wheelchair to move to the table, and opened the MACBOOK on the desk.

She logged into Mr. Sloth's Google mailbox, clicked on the new email she received at midnight, and chose to download the attachment.

A green progress bar flows across the bottom of the attachment.

Miss Elena glanced at the timestamp on the inbox - [2:38AM], indicating that the email was sent at a.m. local time.

coincidentally.

Although they are located in the south and north of each other on the earth.

Since both are located around 16° east longitude, Central African Standard Time and Gliese are in exactly the same time zone.

In terms of time, both parties are at the same day, hour, and minute.

No one is a minute faster, and no one is a minute slower.

In other words.

If the detective cat really came from Algeria, then the time of sunrise and sunset and the alternation of day and night outside the other party's window should be similar to that of Elena Manor.

When Detective Cat sent the email, it must have been midnight over there.

Sending an email at 2am is a little strange.

Anna noticed this.

"+1 for the clue to the identity of the detective cat!"

but.

This may not explain much.

Maybe the other person doesn’t live in Algeria, maybe the other person is a night owl who likes to work in the middle of the night… The Muse is also the moon goddess. Night is the peak of many people’s creative ability curve, and it is also the time when they are most inspired. The art industry is not short of night owls who reverse day and night.

The internet speed in the manor is very fast.

Anna was lost in thought for only a moment, and all the attachments were loaded. She tapped the touchpad, and a high-definition scan of the drawing appeared on the screen.

Fresh, bright, with a quality of light in the picture.

The brushstrokes are delicate and rigorous, and the painting is very accurate.

This was Anna’s first impression when she saw the work.

Anna had already anticipated that the painting would be accurate before she opened the work.

When Miss Elena learned that Detective Cat wanted to use watercolor painting to complete the commission from Jane Arnold's studio, she did not stop him.

Watercolor painting is the most vivid and delicate way of expressing real-time.

Even though she had never seen Detective Cat's watercolor paintings, Anna never worried for a moment that Detective Cat's watercolor brushwork skills would not be able to meet the image design requirements of the musical "Cats".

Miss Elena had seen his colored pencil drawings and knew how outstanding his sketching skills were.

When a painter observes an object and depicts it objectively, the core factor that determines whether her painting is realistic or not is whether the lines she draws are accurate enough.

Sketching ability is the basis of all realistic painting methods, and also determines the lower limit of a painter's realistic ability.

Lines are the skeleton of a work.

If the skeleton is built right, the whole person cannot be crooked.

Anna was worried that the Detective Cat's drawing was too similar to the real thing -

It is too much like a painting, like an absolutely rigorous machine, a perfectly balanced mathematical model, with every gear fitting perfectly together. As a result, it leaves no room for imagination and passion, and therefore loses the quality that art exhibition judges value most.

There were similar problems with the drawing of Batman she had done for Mr. Hyperion.

In that selection, for works of the same subject, Anna gave Jane Arnold's drawing a score of 10 points and Detective Cats a score of 9 points.

The reason for deducting one point was that Gu Weijing was trying to save money by using sketch paper to draw with colored pencils, which resulted in the brush strokes not being rounded and complete, and there were also places that were worn and dirty.

Anna said so too.

In terms of the depth of emotional creation, Detective Cats is also largely inferior to the former.

Although Jane Arnold's crayon drawing is more niche and childish than the colored pencil drawing of Detective Cat, it is a work full of childlike fun and absolutely warm.

The crayons drew a big sun on the paper, and the audience seemed to be sitting above the myriad rays of light emitted by the sun.

Everywhere you look is orange-red warmth.

The advantage of Detective Cat's works lies in the absolute precision of the sketches. Even with a magnifying glass, one cannot find any impurities in the lines.

But who is a serious painting judge who would use a magnifying glass to look at paintings all day long?
Strictly speaking.

Detective Cat's realistic works are more like a page torn from a textbook on human anatomy than a painting.

In Detective Cat's work, the angle at which the masked Mr. Hyperion's arms are raised, the slight twist of his neck, the stretching and relaxation of his shoulders and neck, these aspects are all well drawn and accurate.

Only.

He doesn't seem like a human being.

If in life you can see a person there - he has human facial features, human muscles, human skin, but does not have human temperature, human enthusiasm, or human soul.

Then.

What you probably see are cadavers on the dissection table or model teaching aids in medical schools.

They are wonderful things in the classroom, but outside the classroom, it is difficult for people to become close friends with model teaching aids or cadaver teachers, right?

Most people definitely can’t do it.

If it really happened...it's quite creepy when you think about it.

The realistic painting of Detective Cat would be a perfect textbook-level work when used in a class to teach art students how to create lines and textures of characters.

In Mr. Hyperion's video program, he can defeat ordinary painters just by relying on sketch lines.

But in a serious biennial where the awards are not absolutely based on technical level, it may not be impressive enough.

In a place like this, she would meet many Jane Arnolds.

And Jane Arnold herself has never won any award at the Biennale.

Of course, given Jane Arnold's current status as a leading figure in the illustration industry, he may not necessarily be happy to go to the confines of traditional serious art exhibitions and try to cross-border his work.

Anna had worriedly thought that what she would see would be a work similar to her previous colored pencil drawings.

Colored pencils and watercolors are close relatives, only separated by a fine line.

After drawing with water-soluble colored pencils, spray some water on it and smear it on. In a broad sense, it can also be called watercolor painting, but it is not very authentic.

But the detective cat gave her another answer.

A better answer.

What is on the screen is a very orthodox wet-on-wet watercolor painting.

The whole painting is shrouded in a certain temperament - as if a faint drizzle wet the long street, and was then dried by the morning sun, leaving only a hint of clear, bright, and moist texture.

Light flows in this moist water vapor, which also contains the warmth of the sun.

It is not simply a colored sketch. Anna can feel the sketching technique and watercolor technique, the lines and colors, the structure and light and shadow. They are like two intertwined green vines born from the core of imagination, extending infinitely on the picture, entwining with each other, and weaving the picture.

She anticipated the precision of these works, but not their temperature.

An old cat curled up on the side of the road, basking in the sun peacefully; a chubby cat ate rice pudding in a restaurant, and a cunning orange cat wearing a monocle was trying to steal the lobster on the plate under the cover of serving food; an old cat lady was teaching mice how to knit sweaters; a wild cat who had left home for many years when she was a girl was staring at the moonlight, with a look of vigilance and stubbornness in her eyes...

Miss Elena flipped through the illustrations in front of her one by one.

Everything under the sun and moonlight——

The jumping light, flowing colors, dancing cats, combined with the exquisite brushwork, finally form a painting environment that is both real and fake.

They are not frozen works but rather rotating, flowing cat parties.

The cats dance alone on the paper, and visit each other between works of art, chasing and playing with each other.

Most importantly, they are not cats played stiffly by human actors wearing cat masks, but a group of real cats. They become psychic overnight and have human emotions.

The cat's agility combined with human emotions...it's as if it jumped out of Eliot's poetry.

Anna looked at them one by one.

When curator Tonks looks at paintings, he likes to imitate the tone of a sharp-tongued critic, muttering and shouting to himself.

Miss Elaina was the kind of venomous critic that Tonks wanted to emulate.

She is an orthodox critic, and speaking objectively without any emotional bias, Anna's mouth is really poisonous when she criticizes people, and her writing is as sharp as a knife.

however.

When Anna is looking at paintings, she is always very quiet.

This is especially true when she is watching her favorite works.

Miss Elena smiled softly.

History books say that the main ethnic groups of Austria and Germany are similar, and the royal family of the Habsburg family originated from a branch of the Germanic people. This is why 2.2 Austrians gathered in the Heroes' Square to celebrate when the little mustache annexed Austria.

But in fact, the Austrians, who love to get married, are one of the countries with the most complex ethnic composition in Central Europe.

Throughout history, the Irina family, who are good at maneuvering, have intermarried with almost all the major families, from Russia in the Far East, to Turkey at the junction of Asia and Europe, and to Western Europe and Northern Europe.

They were not of pure Germanic descent either.

In one corner of the remaining self-portrait of Kara, there is a distinct Greek-style golden-red hair.

But Anna's hair is different, it is chestnut color.

Generally it was dark in color, but if you looked closely you would find a slight hint of red, the same color as her eyes, and her skin was as white as snow. So every time Miss Elena smiled, it was like a glacier thawing in an instant, her eyes moving, and rose-colored dark red flowers blooming.

Really beautiful.

Anna looked at the works on the screen, as if she was looking from far away, from one world through the screen to another flowing world.

The bright moonlight, the warm sunshine, and cats in different postures, shaking their tails, some with vicissitudes of life and some with cuteness.

Clear, dry, and fresh.

Such a work does not seem like a painting, but an independent world. It is the kind of snow scene that children place at their bedside, sealing the winter night, with a white-bearded Santa Claus and reindeers pulling a sleigh, and a crystal wishing ball that plays "Merry Christmas".

Whenever they open their eyes in the morning.

You can see the world in the crystal ball spinning and dancing, with a dreamy beauty.

Interesting.

Miss Elena felt that there was no need to look for any enlightenment anymore, as enlightenment was right in front of her.

Whenever she hesitated and was confused.

Detective Cat's works always give Anna a sense of faith. These paintings seem to be saying silently:

Her choices were never wrong.

Anna closed the computer screen, picked up the small tiara with a thin veil from the table next to her and put it on her head.

Turned around and pushed the door open.

……

"Tell Mr. Mika Tonks of the Singapore Biennale for me." Anna told her personal secretary when she saw him downstairs. "I will be at the Singapore Biennale exhibition site, but as a third-party reviewer, not as an exhibition judge."

Hearing Anna's words, the secretary was obviously stunned.

"Singapore Biennale, are you sure? Gagosian has even booked a social dinner. He has specially booked the first floor of the Plaza Hotel. I hope you can give a welcome speech."

It is a glorious tradition to hold various parties and social evenings during biennials and art fairs.

It’s not just the major galleries that host their own parties.

The Singapore Biennale also has its own official Artists’ Dinner.

The gallery was able to book the Plaza Hotel, a very influential and politically significant old hotel in New York, the one that signed the Plaza Accord, as the venue for its private banquet.

It goes without saying that money is expensive, but what is even more expensive is connections.

It is also part of Gagosian Gallery's display of strength to the outside world.

"Tell him I'm sorry. I think Mr. Gagosian can always find the right person to give the welcome speech, right?" Miss Elena replied indifferently.

“Do you think this year’s Singapore Biennale will attract more attention than the New York Art Fair?”

Anna shook her head.

When a person is truly moved, all the pros and cons are no longer important.

The moment Mr. Cao saw the picture of "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine", he told Mr. Yang that it didn't matter whether he won the award or not.

He does not think that Gu Weijing's paintings have any more advantages in awards than Cui Xiaoming's works.

But the moment he handed this painting to me, if he won the prize, he would be my student, and if he didn't win the prize, he would also be my student.

Unlike Mr. Cao.

When Anna walked out of the room, she firmly believed that what she saw was the gold medal work of this year's Singapore Biennale.

But is this judgment right or wrong? Which one will attract more attention, the New York Art Fair or the Singapore Biennale?

These issues are no longer important.

The detective cat had already shown its best, most outstanding and most gorgeous side to Anna. All she needed to do was watch quietly, smile and applaud.

"Congratulations. I have no more comments to make. Beautiful art will speak for itself. Let it sing loudly on the stand. I don't know if it can impress the judges of the Biennale, but it impressed me."

Anna sent a text message to Detective Cat.

……

Good Luck Orphanage, Yangon.

Gu Weijing was sitting not far from Sakai Katsuko, watching her paint.

He felt his cell phone vibrate twice.

He took out his cell phone, turned on the screen, took a look, and couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you."

Gu Weijing clicked send.

He hesitated at the screen for another moment.

He will be at the Singapore Biennale, but not as Detective Cat.

Gu Weijing didn't know whether Mr. Sloth would be there.

Although they agreed not to inquire about each other's identities, it would be quite amazing if they could pass by each other in the crowd in the exhibition hall.

Anna was also staring at the screen.

She will be at the Singapore Biennale, but not as Mr. Sloth.

Miss Elena wondered if Detective Cat would be there.

Although they agreed not to inquire about each other's identities, it would be quite a strange thing if they could pass by each other in the crowd in the exhibition hall.

“I can’t go to the Singapore Biennale because of something else. Could you please appear at the exhibition in my place?”

"I can't go to the Singapore Biennale because of something else. I would like to ask if you will go to the exhibition site, right?"

Two identical messages appeared on the screen almost at the same time.

After two seconds of silence.

Two people, thousands of miles away, sighed at the same time.

(End of this chapter)