I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 348 He Will Come Again
Van Gogh's life is undoubtedly full of tragedy.

When he was alive, he was unrecognized for his talents, and years of poverty and incompetence made him despair and depressed about his future, and was overwhelmed by pain.

A long time ago, people usually talked about how to draw details when drawing, and the more realistic the drawing, the better.A good painter can draw emotions on this basis.

But with the progress of the times and the appearance of photos, this kind of paintings with complete details has gradually lost the market, because no matter how they are painted, they cannot compare with photos with details.

But the creation of art is endless, and from this foundation, people have gradually extended the painting styles of other schools, such as Impressionism and Abstractionism.

Van Gogh's painting school belongs to the expressionism in Impressionism, and he has a very unique expressionism style.

Using rich colors to express stronger emotions is a creation that photos can never replace.

His starry night series of oil paintings are also Char's favorite paintings, and Char's style when he was learning to paint was actually a little influenced by him.

"You look depressed." Shaar said while wiping his wine glass.

This year is already the end of 1888, which also means that Van Gogh will cut off his ears in these days, and next year, he will choose to end his life.

"When you can't even afford a glass of wine, you also feel lost," Van Gogh said.

Shaar shrugged his shoulders irrefutably, "People always have low points."

"But I... have never seen the dawn." Van Gogh murmured absently, "My life has been at the bottom of the valley since I was born, and I have never come out."

Xiaya didn't say anything, just continued to make a cocktail for him, and the shaker jingled when he threw it.

"Can you tell me about your work?"

"I'm a famous painter." Van Gogh said with lowered eyes, "a... not very well-known painter."

Shaar nodded, "Learning to paint is indeed more difficult than ordinary professions. Except for the painters at the top, most of the rest of the painters are poor.

To tell you the truth, I also learned to paint in the past, but I gave up because of life. "

"I will not give up." Van Gogh murmured softly, "unless it is the end of my life."

Xia didn't say anything, just put the Mojito in his hand on the table.

"Try something refreshing."

Van Gogh picked up the Mojito and took a sip. The taste is cool and refreshing, sweet and sour, giving people a clear feeling, with the taste of light rum, mint makes the whole refreshing, lime and wine The collision is very bright.

He looked at the wine again and said with emotion, "It's really good, no wonder it's so expensive."

"You and I both like to draw. It seems that we have a lot to talk about." Shaar said.

Van Gogh raised his head and looked at Char, "When I talk about painting with other painters, the general result is to quarrel."

"I just like to draw, but I'm not a painter," Char said.

After a pause, he asked curiously, "What is your favorite painting?"

Van Gogh thought for a moment and was silent for a long time.

After a while, he said, "My younger brother is an art dealer. A few years ago, the Russian Empire held an art exhibition, which was held by the royal family.

I was lucky enough to go there with him.

At the exhibition, a royal collection was exhibited, which was the portrait of the legendary emperor, Catherine II.

It is not known who the painter is, and the royal family has not announced it.

However, according to a servant my brother knows who has worked in the palace for generations, it may have been a gift from one of Catherine II's lovers. "

Shaar's movement of mixing the wine was slightly stagnant, and after a while, he said, "I think, it shouldn't be."

"I have never heard of this painter's name." Van Gogh murmured softly while staring at the wine glass in front of him, "There is only one known painting handed down by him, and it may even be the only one, and this A painting, a portrait."

He raised his head and looked at Shaar, "What do you think is the reason?"

Xia Ya didn't know how to refute his words for a while.

Because it seems that there is indeed a little bit of specialness.

In fact, Shaar also painted a lot of paintings after picking up the brush again, all of which are in the warehouse of the castle, and also painted a lot for Alicia, some of which are not even for others to see.

"The man said that he had seen the portrait of this painter in the palace." Van Gogh said, "It was painted by Catherine II."

"Is that your favorite painting?" Char said.

"The painter's painting method is very similar to the Florentine school, focusing on sketching and modeling.

Around the eyes, in the vivid little circles of red and in the hair, cannot be expressed without the finest delicacy.

The eyelids are natural and decent, and the eyelashes are thick, each of which has been meticulously drawn, twists and turns freely, as if it came from under the skin, extremely realistic.

The pure and soft pink nostrils on the tip of the nose are lifelike.The lips are slightly fluttered, from rose red lips to fresh pink neck, there is vivid skin instead of pigment accumulation everywhere.If you look intently at the hollow of your throat, you can feel the beating of your pulse. "

Speaking of paintings, Van Gogh, who was a little cautious just now, chattered a little.

"For a portrait of an empress, it is most suitable to use this kind of faction for painting mythology and religious themes, showing nobility and solemnity.

What I like the most, though, is the part of him that has an impressionistic approach to painting, using color to express emotion.

Catherine II's self-confidence and decentness, her blue eyes like Lake Baikal, are full of undisguised ambition, as if she contains thousands of troops, like a queen who rules the world.

Looking at that painting, the legendary female emperor seemed to be right in front of her eyes. "

There was a little emotion in Van Gogh's eyes.

"I can't describe the shock I felt when I first saw that painting. At least, I may not be able to reach that height after working hard all my life."

"If there is a chance, can you let me see your painting?" Shaar asked.

Van Gogh obviously didn't expect Xia to ask such a question, and for a while, he didn't know how to answer.

"I have the habit of collecting some paintings." Xia Ya said, "I have actually seen the painting you mentioned."

"In this world, there are always a small number of people who can really appreciate paintings. Most of them are people who think they understand paintings. They are all arty and self-righteous guys." Shaar sneered, "Let them look at paintings, only know Say yes, but let them say why, but they are all speechless."

"Knowing how to look at paintings does not mean that you can draw." Van Gogh silently drank the wine in the glass in front of him. "So far, I have only sold one painting, four hundred francs."

If converted into RMB, it is almost 2000 yuan.

He silently got up from his seat, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. Then, I will take my leave."

After speaking, he turned around and pushed open the door of the tavern and left here.
And Xiaya quietly watched his back, his eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything, just silently put away the wine glass
The tavern fell silent for a while.

Alicia also returned to the tavern through the door on the carriage, looking at Shaar in the tavern, she asked with some doubts.

"Where's your new friend?"

"Leaving." Shaar said, "But...he will come tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)