"I won this time."
Sakai Katsuko took the two pen sketches and twitched her nose slightly.
She guessed that Gu Weijing's level must be good, but she didn't expect that he was so good.
A person who is praised as a genius naturally has the pride of being a genius. Her painting level is unparalleled among her peers.
There are very few people who can carry such great pressure as Shengzi. Only the weak will be afraid of their opponents being strong, while the strong will only love this feeling of competition.
"I haven't defeated my sister yet. If we had known what we were so proud of, we shouldn't have gotten involved."
Sakai Tsunamasa looked like he had no sense of existence at all, but in a game After an unintentional competition, Gu Weijing was treated as a treasure by many old artists.
He felt unworthy for his sister.
My sister Shengzi has won many games since she was a child to get to where she is today. This Gu Weijing immediately became the same genius as her sister by being proud of every defeat.
Not to mention that my drawings are not as good as this evil person who practices drawing on IAD.
“Now, even if I wait until I become a great artist one day and interview my biographer, there is a chance that this competition will be recorded in the biography of the great Reiwa artist Tsunamasa Sakai. ""
Sakai Tsunamasa has fallen into the inexplicable unhappiness of being someone else's wedding dress.
No matter what young people think, this is after all an episode before the mural restoration project starts.
It may be interesting, but like a pebble dropped into a lake, there is no aftermath soon.
"Before we start work, I would like to say a few words."
Cao Xuan stood in the square and looked at the crowd around him.
The little old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it was not lacking in energy. A staff member immediately gave Mr. Cao a microphone.
Seeing Mr. Cao begin to speak, everyone immediately became solemn.
"There is no need for me to say too much nonsense. All those who can participate in these projects are all"
His eyes glanced at the crowd around him.
"Experienced artist."
When Mr. Cao called him an artist, the famous masters in the crowd looked around with gleaming faces. Uncle Sakai was even more excited. Her belly was straightened out, and the fat on her waist was trembling.
"An insider with a long history of family education."
Old man Gu Tongxiang and Yourong Yan, who pulled Gu Weijing, nodded crazily.
The old man is bald, his sparse hair appears brighter on his forehead, and he looks a bit funny in a cartoon when he is excited.
This is the benefit of household registration.
It is not without reason that Masakazu Tanaka is unhappy.
To be honest, if it were not for the glory of a local in Yangon, a painter like him with almost no reputation in the world would not be qualified to stand alongside an eve artist like Kazunari Sakai, let alone Cooperated with Mr. Cao.
"At least they are juniors and students of people in the circle."
Lao Cao finally set his sights on the young people who looked like students.
The young art dogs each stretched their necks, like Chihuahuas waiting for their owners to choose them in a pet shelter, hoping to attract more attention from Master Cao Xuan. a while.
Mr. Cao Xuan’s eyes only lingered briefly on a few people such as the Sakai sisters and brothers, but of course now there was Gu Weijing.
"But when it comes to mural restoration."
The old man's words suddenly changed, and his eyes changed from kind to stern.
"Everyone present, my evaluation is that you are all unqualified."
Coaxing
The expressions on the faces of everyone present suddenly became stiff. Lived.
They are confused, they are stunned, and now each of these artists is acting inexplicably.
What's going on is when our sedan chairmen are carrying people, why did Mr. Cao suddenly say that everyone is unqualified?
What does it mean to be unqualified
In the art circle, unqualified works have only one destination, and that is the trash can.
To say you are unqualified means to say you are trash.
You are a senior artist, the Taishan Beidou in the East Asian painter world, but you can’t bully others like this
“Let me ask you a question, are you familiar with traditional Chinese painting?”< /p>
Mr. Cao scanned the people in the audience with sharp eyes.
"Mr. Cao, my students have been learning Gongbi since they were four years old. In terms of experience, I have never painted anything like flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals, landscapes and towers, figures and Buddhas. In terms of techniques, whether it is double hooks , flat coating, water line, dry dyeing or standing powder, color printing, silk wool, freehand brushwork, I have worked hard on each of them. If this is not familiar, then I don’t know what your standard of familiarity is."
Someone in the crowd said.
Although no one helped, all the painters around nodded subconsciously.
What this person said is the voice of the vast majority of people present.
If they are not familiar with Chinese painting, there will be no one in the world who is familiar with Chinese painting.
If Mr. Cao wants to accuse them because they are not familiar with traditional Chinese painting, perhaps they dare not say anything due to Mr. Cao's prestige on the surface, but they are still unconvinced in their hearts.
"The ancient poets of the Eastern Xia Dynasty had a saying, which is that it takes ten days to paint a piece of water, and five days to paint a stone. It is used to describe the degree of effort required to paint a country."
Cao Xuan said, "You are right. I believe you have worked hard on Chinese painting. I also believe that the vast majority of people present have the patience to work on a painting whether it takes five or ten days. But if this time is too long, It will last for fifteen years, twenty years, or even fifty years. I would like to ask you if you still have the courage to write."
Everyone shook their heads.
Just kidding, if they spend half their lives painting, what will they eat?ah.
Mr. Cao pointed to the colorful paintings on the Buddhist niches and murals behind him.
“There is such a group of people behind us, painters.”
“In the feudal dynasty, painters were expensive and painters were cheap. Scholar-officials were expensive and craftsmen were cheap. Whether it was the East or the In the West, whether it is painting, sculpture, porcelain, carpentry or even architectural style, the painter only needs to draw his work on the paper, but the painter needs to use charcoal strips, gold powder, toxic oil fumes, and cinnabar. , silver vermilion and sulfur are used to paint the works on the paper little by little on temples, palaces, pavilions and pavilions."
"The remains of an oil lamp have been found in various places. A painting box and a wall are the reflections of the lives of many of them. Many large-scale murals have gone through hundreds of years. When the elder brother passed away, he gave the secret recipe of paint and the manuscript to the younger brother. When the father passed away, he left the painting behind. The son inherits his own crafts and work."
"Brothers and sons, one generation comes and another generation goes away."
No one knows them." Their names, many of their techniques, and the proportions of paint configurations have long been lost to the passage of time, but it is because of them that we can see these complex and beautiful murals that have not faded after thousands of years."
"In the field of mural restoration, we are not only painters, but also craftsmen who strive for excellence. Many of you are used to being touted masters, but you do not have the spirit of a craftsman, so I say you are unqualified "
"I like to say unpleasant things in front of others."
Cao Xuan stamped the ground with his cane and roared.
"Some people can do well if they want to perform well, but it is better if they want to make progress. I like to support younger generations, and I prefer younger ones who are hard-working and serious. I am an old man at this age, and I can get everything I deserve in my life. Take it, you have everything you need. At this age, I should just lie down on the loess and let the young people climb up on my shoulders."
"Some people want to come here to gain qualifications. It's okay to tell the truth. I won't block your way, just get away."
"Please remember, this is not a painting exhibition for you to let yourself go and create as you please. An unknown painter has spent his whole life working hard."
"Whoever takes a brush here and acts recklessly will not tolerate him."
The old man's voice was decisive.
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