Almighty painter

Chapter 746 Who Sees the Truth First? (Part )
Anna's brows knitted together.

"Trapped," she repeated.

Anna did not respond to the man's assertion, nor did she look at him.

She stared at the poster on the wall in a trance, as if she saw a wild beast trapped in a hunter's trap in the colorful lines.

"Trapped."

Again.

She said softly.

Gu Weijing smiled and said, "It sounds like it may be difficult for you to understand what I am saying right away."

"Trapped is not a verb. I mean a state. This state is not being entangled by a tangible rope net, but being entangled by an intangible thing. She wants something, but cannot get it. She longs for a certain fate, but cannot get it." Gu Weijing further explained, "Similar to Van Gogh."

"What do you mean is what is trapping her? Shocking poverty." The woman tilted her head and spoke tentatively.

Gu Weijing thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps poverty is often the main theme of the life of down-and-out artists. We all know that this is an industry with serious polarization, and the 19th century was also a century with extremely serious polarization in wealth distribution..."

"A poor female painter bravely pursues her dream. This is a very hot topic." Anna blinked, hinting at something.

Gu Weijing thought about it and shook his head.

"No, that's not what I meant. I haven't finished what I said. What I meant is that although poverty may be the main theme in the lives of many unknown painters, such speculation can also greatly increase the legendary nature of Kara's story. But I still want to say that we should be honest with ourselves."

"How to say?"

"She is a woman."

"Can't women be poor?" asked Anna.

"Of course women can be poor, but not female painters. In the era when Carroll lived, poor women had almost no chance of becoming painters. Poor men also have a hard time, but..."

"Two hundred years ago, there were already many specialized art colleges in European society, but without exception, they almost all refused to accept female students. Even public studios in society only accepted women as models, and refused to allow them to enter as artists."

Gu Weijing replied.

"Some men from the lower classes could find ways to learn art, such as being sponsored by local priests and working as assistants in studios. Or like Renoir? He entered the art world as an apprentice in an oriental porcelain shop. These opportunities are rare and difficult to obtain, but they still exist. But I can think of only one way for women to receive a complete and systematic art education at that time—"

"Hire a private tutor." Anna interjected.

"Yes, the cost of a tutor is not a small expense. And art family education is the least 'necessary' kind. A girl who learns to read and write can become her husband's helper. What can she do if she learns to paint?" Gu Weijing spread his hands, "And she can be exposed to the most fashionable art trends in Paris at the time, and can come to Yangon to collect materials, travel, or follow her parents who are officials or businessmen... I don't care what it is, but we have to admit that it is probably not a lifestyle that ordinary citizens can afford on a daily basis."

Gu Weijing nodded.

"Wealth inequality and hardship are universal. This inequality happened to most people in the 19th century, both men and women. But I guess this inequality did not happen to Carroll. To embed this element in her is to do more injustice to the majority of people who have truly suffered from social injustice. There is no material or logic to support this view. Take Miss Mary Cossart, who is currently considered the first female Impressionist painter. She overcame many difficulties in her life, not including poverty itself. Her father was even a well-known stock and bond dealer in the United States and a member of the wealthy class. He announced that he would sever ties with his daughter just because she wanted to be a painter."

"But you just mentioned someone like Van Gogh?"

Miss Elena said.

"There are many different things that can trap a person."

Gu Weijing picked up the teapot and poured water, and the water droplets stirred up ripples in the cup. "Van Gogh was not as poor as the general social impression, and he was not even as unsuccessful as the general social impression."

Van Gogh was not very wealthy. He could not be compared with rich men like Manet, and he was far less well-off than "successful people" like Monet who could build a large estate by selling his paintings.

He is not one of those painters who is so poor that he has no home.

He wandered around all his life, more because of his poetic character than because of any pressure from life.

Beautiful art speaks for itself.

From the perspective of career development, the year when Van Gogh committed suicide by shooting himself was even the most glorious year in his life.

"In 1890, Van Gogh finally began to have the shadow of success and fame." The woman knew what Gu Weijing meant, and she said absentmindedly, "Earlier that year, one of his impressionist landscape paintings of vineyards was sold for 400 francs, reaching the price of a first-class master. At the art exhibition in Brussels, his works were placed next to Renoir and Cézanne. After seeing his exhibition, the senior editor of the most famous art magazine at the time, "Voice of France", said that every stroke of his work was a sparkling crystal..."

Her voice was clear and powerful, as if taking people back to the spring at the beginning of the last decade of the 19th century.

At that time, France was completely and undisputedly the center of European art.

The number of famous art masters living in Paris alone is almost equal to the total number of famous painters living in all other cities in Europe.

The status of "La Voie de France" in the critics' circle at that time was almost equivalent to that of "Oil Painting" magazine today.

"And that year, when everything in his life was going in the right direction, Van Gogh suddenly shot himself," Gu Weijing concluded.

In the year Van Gogh was born, Grandma Karazu tried to pick up a paintbrush for the first time with the accompaniment of a private tutor.

She was four years older than Van Gogh.

In the year Van Gogh died, he was 36 years old and Miss Carla was 32 years old. She died eight years earlier than the other.

Anna thought.

Van Gogh was trapped by the old artistic rules for a long time.

Kara had been trapped by the old social rules for a long time.

They all resisted fiercely, and they all left suddenly...

They are all trapped in life, they are all prisoners on probation of life.

"Van Gogh was not a person, but a shaped attitude. The same is true of Carla."

"Van Gogh was trapped by life, and so was Carol." Gu Weijing said: "The constraints of life are everywhere. Success and fame did not make Van Gogh feel warm and happy. Perhaps the wealth of money did not make Carol feel warm and happy either--"

Gu Weijing said slowly.

Miss Elena put her account book aside, held the coffee cup in her hand, and listened quietly.

The woman held the tray with one hand and the handle with the other.

His eyebrows were lowered.

The base of the coffee cup rotates slowly on the surface of the porcelain tray, making a rustling sound, like lovers snuggling together and sharing their feelings with each other.

He said it very well.

Every word hit Miss Elena's heart.

This was the happiest and smoothest interview Anna had ever had.

Anna was even happier than the time she interviewed Cao Xuan.

The joy of interviewing Cao Xuan came from the fact that the old man’s appearance filled Miss Irena’s special emotional expectations of “meeting Picasso”.

It comes from Cao Xuan's vigorous vitality, which is completely different from that of an ordinary old man, and the innocent childishness in his eyes.

Their conversation in Klimt's former residence was like a lightning-fast confrontation between two swordsmen.

Attack.

Block.

You fight with me.

She forced Cao Xuan to tell the truth, and Cao Xuan forced her to listen attentively.

Neither could suppress the other, and the points where the swords intersected each other sparked sparks as numerous as flowers and rain. Finally, after an all-out match, it ended in a draw, with the two sides tacitly appreciating and cherishing each other.

It is a high-level confrontation between strong people.

The process of talking with Gu Weijing, on the contrary, was not confrontation but resonance.

It comes from the fact that she doesn't need to speak, she just needs to listen.

Only when you fully understand can you learn to listen.

Only when you fully understand, you only need to listen.

At first, Miss Elena took the initiative to guide the topic, then she just added some details, and later, she didn't even add any details and just listened quietly.

As soon as Gu Weijing started talking, she seemed to know what the other party wanted to say next.

Whenever she mentioned something, Gu Weijing seemed to know what she wanted to express.

If a conversation in a cafe is also a fencing match, then it is probably the most special competitive match in the world.

Before she could swing her sword, the opponent had already turned sideways.

As soon as she thought of retreating, the other party moved forward.

There was no clear metallic sound of swords clashing, nor was there any shout of excitement from anyone after scoring a point by hitting a body shot. There was only the rustling sound of swords passing through the air like rain.

The swinging of the sword and the blocking are performed by the same person's body movements.

The same person asked the question.

The same person also responded.

There has never been such a strange competitive confrontation in the world, so this is no longer a competitive confrontation, but more like a duet dance that has been rehearsed thousands of times.

They met for the first time today, but it seemed as if they had been talking for days and nights.

The joy that surged in Anna's heart was the purest, most genuine, and most unadulterated joy.

This was also the most complicated conversation interview Miss Elena had ever experienced.

What he said is really good.

Every word hit Miss Elena's heart, echoing like the vibration of pearls and jade.

Can……

How could he speak so well?
Why?
There must be a reason for everything.

If you want to learn to listen, you need complete understanding. As the manager of the visual arts column of Oil Painting, Miss Elena can understand better than ordinary practitioners.

You can hear some insights in works from the perspective of art appreciation.

Some insights are difficult to fully hear in a work simply from the perspective of art appreciation.

Even if I heard it.

It has nothing to do with hearing, it only has to do with understanding, only with the heart.

It is a secret letter written from a special person to a special person, and only a special code book can decipher it.

Only after you have read and understood all the seven emotions and six desires, and all the twists and turns, can you compress them in your heart into a drop of sweet blood on the canvas.

Even if you have never experienced something similar, at least you should have a very deep understanding of the creative background.

Just as to understand Turner's "The Last Voyage of the Dreadnought, Towed for Dismemberment", one needs to understand the entire maritime history of the British Empire.

Miss Elena could understand "The Old Church on a Thunderstorm" because she owned Miss Kara's diary, because she had sat in front of Elena's family cemetery time and time again, and because she had seen the butterfly flying among the petals.

Because she was familiar with everything about Miss Carla von Elena's life -

Because she is another Miss Elena who is trapped in a body.

Why is Gu Weijing?
He is only eighteen years old, and there are top painters who admire him, his lover was the daughter of another top painter, and his grandfather is a contracted painter of a top gallery.

He is only 18 years old, but he has already participated in international biennials, published papers in well-known art journals, and organized his own art exhibition in Singapore's national landmark art center. When he speaks, all the contestants present and the art judges who are much older than him must be patient and listen carefully.

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He is only eighteen years old, but he has everything that many people in this industry dream of having?
Many painters are qualified to talk about what it means to be trapped by life.

But he just can't.

If it was Detective Cat who said those words today, the master painter who sold illustrations for ten dollars online, her Van Gogh, she would throw her arms around her.

But Gu Weijing would only make Miss Elena upset.

"Do you know what it means to be trapped? Do you understand the meaning of what you are saying?" Anna pinched the coffee cup in her hand, her fingertips pale and bloodless.

She asked silently in her heart.

"Do you understand what it means to resist and struggle against fate?"

Anna wanted to look up at the young man's eyes and tell him clearly.

Pretending to wear cheap rags and coming to such a social gathering is not because you are trapped by life.

Pretending to wear a bulky gold watch that doesn't fit you well is not a struggle or resistance to life.

"——I think that two hundred years ago, artists, especially female artists, faced many visible or invisible constraints in their lives. Even for those who were relatively wealthy in society, it was the same. On the one hand, their lives were based on..."

"…social rules require women to shoulder the responsibility of being a good daughter, a good wife, and a good mother. Therefore, all the education they receive, whether it is art or science, is also aimed at making them better daughters, better wives, and better mothers, rather than becoming better themselves…"

Gu Weijing's voice lingered in Anna's ears, stirring her heart and making her feel upset.

Why is it so well said?

Don’t you know that the better you speak and the harder you try, the more fake the play will be?

When a candidate perfectly answers an answer that is impossible to answer with the knowledge he has mastered.

Then.

The conclusion is simple, he cheated.

He must have secretly looked through the teacher's papers.

Gu Weijing's answer at this moment was just like the book "Conversations with Goethe" he held in his hand when they just met. The same thing was repeated with the same template again.

If it's not just the right amount of telepathy.

So--

Someone must have told him something in advance.

And just a few minutes ago, the same man in front of her had just promised her that he knew nothing about Miss Kara's life story.

Miss Elena squeezed the coffee cup tightly, as if she could hold her extremely restless heart in her hands.

"As for Carroll's candlelight, I think, from a romantic perspective..."

Still talking.

Still talking.

Why is he still talking!

Did he know that if he continued talking like this, Miss Anna would be unable to resist pouring coffee on this hypocritical man's head?

Did he know that before he continued to speak like this, Miss Anna would...

So happy that I don’t want to interrupt the other person.

"enough!"

Anna suddenly lost her composure and threw the cup in her hand aside. The cup jumped a little, but did not break. However, the unfinished coffee in the cup spilled onto the table and dripped along the edge of the table.

Tick, tick, tick.

The brown droplets were stretched out very long.

The silence at this moment was also stretched out for a long time.

After the sloth had wandered the forest for thousands of days and nights.

Finally one day.

She saw a tree that was different from the others for a moment.

When they met for the first time, she stretched out her claws and poked it gently. After analysis, she felt that it was like an illusory dream, a trap woven by the hunter.

and so.

She jumped back again, thinking she had discovered the truth.
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Gu Weijing looked at everything in front of him in shock.

There was no surprise on his face. Looking at the coffee spilling on the table, there were only four words in his mind -

Moody.

He didn't know why the topic took a sudden turn for the worse, just as he didn't know where he had offended the other party.

"Ms. Elena, I repeat, I have wanted to say this since the beginning of our meeting. The reason why I am willing to sit here today and tell you all my thoughts is because I respect the Elena family." Gu Weijing suppressed his displeasure in his voice, "But if you don't have equal respect for me at all, then there is no need to continue our conversation."

"Very well, I totally thought so too."

Anna replied coldly.

She was almost laughing out of anger. They both even thought of the same expression when they were angry.

Since she was a child, she was taught by her elders to be indifferent to everything, to treat everything calmly, never too happy, and never too angry.

Always have a sense of dignified leisure.

Only in this way.

Those who are watching you will never see through you.

But when she met the man in front of her, the magic barrier surrounding Miss Elena seemed to have suddenly lost its effect. No matter whether she was angry or smiling, the look she showed at this moment was not lazy and leisurely.

Damn it.

Even when facing Sir Brown, she had never lost her composure like this.

Anna was too lazy to talk. She took a deep breath, silently wiped her notebook with a tissue, and put it back into the bag on her wheelchair. Originally, these sundries were carried by her secretary Elliot, but she brought the bag because this was a one-on-one private conversation.

It just comes in handy now.

She took out her check folder from her bag, took out a pen, filled in a string of numbers, wrote her name quickly, and placed her palm on the table.

"This is what you wanted, right?"

"Okay. I don't care how you got the painting, but I recognize it." Anna said calmly, "Our conversation ends here. I will buy the "Old Church in a Thunderstorm" in your hand for 500,000 euros."

Half a million euros?
Gu Weijing's attention was drawn to the numbers in her words.

After all, their family runs a painting shop. Even if they haven't seen pork, they have at least seen pigs run. Gu Weijing has some understanding of the price of the painting "Old Church in a Thunderstorm".

This is obviously a number that is several times higher than the normal market price. According to the current controversy and criticism surrounding his paper, it would be very good if it could be sold for 10 to 15 euros.

Players who are willing to take risks may be able to pay out 20, but they need to rely on luck.

This does not even take into account the result that large auction houses such as Christie's or Sotheby's will take high intermediary commissions of 10% to up to 25% from the transaction.

If it goes any higher, it will obviously not be a rational transaction price.

If you spend more than 20 euros, you might as well buy works by famous artists such as Turner, Pissarro, and Picasso, whose market prices are obviously more stable and time-tested, rather than betting on a risky "first female Impressionist in history" painter.

If you are particularly interested in the category of female artists, you can basically buy paintings by Elizabeth of the Pre-Raphaelite school, Angelica Kauffmann of Rococo art, and even Marie Cossart or Berthe Morisot, who are also in the Impressionist field.

Marie Xart is recognized as one of the most important female painters of early Impressionism.

Not nearly as controversial and memorable as Carroll.

Her best and most exquisite works usually do not exceed 100 million euros. If she is lucky, she may get them for 50 euros.

To be honest.

What supports an artist's worth is not so much his technique as his fame.

In this regard, early female painters suffered a little disadvantage.

Anna stared at Gu Weijing's face.

After saying so much, isn't it just to sell the work for a good price? He was able to write such a good script and "paint" the painting so well to fit Kara's mentality.

Even if the painting is fake.

She admitted it too.

She also gave the other party a good price.

(End of this chapter)