A dozen palettes were placed at Gu Weijing's feet, each containing different shades of paint.
More than just a color palette.
His clothes, arms, and backs of hands were covered with sticky paint. Some of them were accidentally rubbed on, and some of them were painted on the back of his hands to compare different formulas when he was mixing paints.
This made Gu Weijing look a little scary, plus he kept mumbling the names of paints that others couldn't understand.
He even feels a little crazy.
Gu Weijing was completely immersed in painting at this time, immersed in the world of grand and solemn pictures of protecting Dharma and worshiping Buddha.
This kind of color mixing, contrasting, and coloring work gives him the pleasure of playing chess and solving problems with his ancestors.
The paints at hand are numbers, the notes in my mind are formulas, and the colors on the mural in front of me are the answers given by ancient painters.
This kind of step-by-step problem-solving and the reflection of the answers really made him feel good. The secretion of dopamine in his mind made him forget the time and where he was.
Everything was completely silent, and there were only paints, brushes and the mural in front of me.
"Damn it, who the hell are you?"
What interrupted his continued happiness was a rough shout. Gu Weijing felt someone pulling on his back. For a moment.
This made him almost apply a streak of paint to the face of the King Kong Arhat on the side.
Gu Weijing turned around very dissatisfied and saw a somewhat bald middle-aged uncle wearing a project management badge.
"Old Yang"
He finally broke away from his own world and recognized the identity of the person in front of him.
Lao Yang is Mr. Cao’s current assistant. He studied art and changed his career to become an assistant. He is also the general responsible for the staff of this project.
Don’t underestimate the personal assistants of painters. Many of them are professional art students.
Some are hired by the painters themselves, and some are provided by contracted galleries.
The difference from an agent is that an oil painting agent usually has many painters under his command, ranging from established masters to emerging painters.
However, personal assistants often only serve one painter for a long time.
If a painter is famous enough, a personal assistant will also earn a lot of money.
Depending on the contract, the combination of the oil painting agent and the painter's personal assistant may account for 7 to 20 percent of a painter's total income.
Lao Yang can be regarded as the emperor in this field if he can be the assistant to Cao Cao, a great painter in Eve.
Going around the world, whether in Hong Kong, Tokyo, Paris or Vienna, I am always called "onsieuryang" by the gallery owner and art tycoon Teacher Yang, Mr. Yang.
I don’t say how much money he can extract from Mr. Cao’s contract.
Say noIt sounds good, even if he didn't work in vain for a penny, after a hundred years of Cao Lao's life, relying on the accumulated vision, connections and relationships, some of the world's top galleries are willing to offer him a seven-digit salary to be their agent.
After Mr. Cao finished worshiping the Buddha in the afternoon, he was about to finish coloring the mural No. 17.
Lao Yang habitually came back first to check and check the painting tools, brew the tea to a suitable temperature, and if the paint from tin tubes was used, he would simply rub the paint with his hands.
The high-end pigments used by Mr. Cao rarely cause the powder and peach gum to separate from each other.
But Lao Yang is a professional art assistant. He is used to doing everything by himself, from arranging art exhibitions to basic necessities.
In the old society, before going on stage every day, famous actors and actresses would have a servant take care of their tea cups, and someone to take care of their hot towels.
Lao Yang did not feel that his work was inferior to others.
He receives a high salary just so that many painters who can take care of themselves at the level of disabled people can do everything comfortably except painting.
Having said that, if Gu Weijing had an assistant like Lao Yang, the frame-up by Tanaka Masakazu would never have happened.
As a result, as soon as Lao Yang returned to Mural No. 17, he saw such a scene that drove him crazy.
"Gu Weijing"
With Lao Yang's professional level, although he had only met him briefly, he had not forgotten this young man who had attracted the attention of artists before.
"What the hell are you doing here? Do you have a brain problem?"
The corners of his mouth twitched, he was furious, and he opened his mouth to curse.
It is common for people to troll people in the art field, but painters are often withdrawn and introverted. They don’t know how to respond when they are trolled by art magazines or peers, and it is also disrespectful to curse.
At this time, an assistant like Lao Yang is needed.
Assistants will complain, agents will complain, online, offline. If you are unhappy, you will have to hire your own magazine writer and the other party to continue to complain.
Your market value is sprayed out sometimes.
In his early years in this industry, Lao Yang developed a good ability to criticize others. After becoming Mr. Cao's assistant, there was no one to criticize for a while, which made him feel a little lonely as a master.
He doesn’t troll everyone. Generally, the older you are in middle age, the less famous you are, and the painters who have never participated in an international biennial, the less psychological burden Lao Yang feels when he trolls.
As for those outstanding young painters who show off their talents, Lao Yang will stop them.
Although there are very few people in the art industry who can really become painters, and most art students will go to IT companies to do game CG or something, but what if they really become great.
Normally speaking, when it comes to people like Gu Weijing, Master Lin Tao, Cao Lao's apprentice, has shown a willingness to lead students. Faced with the situation where the other party is likely to become Mr. Cao's third generation disciple, Mr. Yang stopped complaining and greeted him with a smile.
Very snobbish,
and very true.
Lao Yang is only forty-six years old this year. He is not too old in the art world. He plans to switch careers as an oil painting agent when Mr. Cao retires completely. He may still have a high-income career of twenty years.
He didn’t want to offend the potential rising star painter.
The probability that an ordinary art dog can become a famous painter is one in ten thousand. If he is admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, it becomes one in one thousand. If he can enter the studio of a painter like Lin Tao, it becomes one hundred percent. One, if a disciple of an old professor like Lin Tao can inherit the mantle, it may be one-tenth or even a fraction.
But now, when he saw Gu Weijing scribbling on the wall with a paintbrush, he no longer cared about so much.
He felt that Gu Wei was finished.
Not only was he finished, but he might also be finished.
He knew that Mr. Cao had put so much effort into this painting.
Mr. Cao is a very serious person about painting. He may be very kind in other aspects, but in this regard, if he says he won’t tolerate you, he won’t tolerate you.
Even if Mr. Cao does not pursue the matter, this is a huge stain on himself.
"Fuck you!"
Lao Yang roared in his heart.
"Who gave you the right to draw it here?"
He was anxious.
"This is a task assigned to me by the staff."
Gu Weijing replied, still looking at the mural.
"Shit, this is Mr. Cao's painting."
Lao Yang is also a human spirit. He knows that this Gu Weijing is either crazy or has been tricked. .
But it is meaningless to talk about this at this time.
"Okay." Gu Weijing nodded.
"What the hell are you doing now?"
When Lao Yang saw Gu Weijing painting on the wall with a paintbrush, he felt that this guy really didn't know that he What's the last name?
"Draw."
"Stop, why the hell are you still drawing, stop."
"No."
"No"
Old Yang's temples were beating suddenly, and he felt that his blood pressure was rising uncontrollably.
He raised his arm, trying to pull Gu Weijing away. Looking at Gu Weijing's hand holding the paintbrush, he was afraid that the other party would paint the monuments on the wall.
"Stop, stop, I order you to stop"
Lao Yang roared.
"No."
Gu Weijing refused again.
But this time he said a few more words, "The wind is strong now and the humidity changes greatly. The time lag and sedimentation caused by the suspension of coloring and solidification of the paint may destroy the overall effect of the entire painting. I will redo it again." Paint may not be able to achieve this effect.”
There is no such thing as oil painting, because oil painting itself uses layers of paint with different adhesion and expressiveness. For example, Gu Weijing’s YangThe final assignment of the art class at Guang International School, the oil painting of the model was made after the first draft, a layer of paint was left to dry for a week, and then another layer was applied.
Even if there is a slight color difference that is covered by the next layer, there will be no difference.
If you really feel it’s not good enough, you can clean it off with a drawing knife and paint again.
But Chinese paintings and murals are different.
Especially for this kind of historic site, the inside of the wall is like a wafer biscuit, so care must be taken in daily maintenance.
If you dare to use a painting knife to shovel sticky paint, it will definitely tear down the original ancient murals and drop debris.
So that’s what it looks like when you draw it for the first time.
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