After Mr. Cao started painting.
The people who were still reluctant to watch were dispersed by Lin Tao’s staff.
"Mr. Cao wants to paint. Everyone, please go back." Lin Tao said.
"Old Lin, let's stay aside quietly and promise not to talk or affect the master's painting."
"Professor Lin, please give me some face, Mr. Cao didn't even say anything Something."
There were old professors who were familiar with Lin Tao who wanted to shamelessly stay and listen to Mr. Cao's lectures.
Song Taizong said that opening books is beneficial.
Finally, I had the opportunity to meet Master Cao, and he had the idea to teach his art in person.
Even if it is because of Gu Weijing, the content may be shallow, but it is still earned when you hear it. Being thick-skinned at this time is not a big deal.
In front of Mr. Cao, who is not a student?
"Sorry, the teacher likes to be quiet when painting, please do your own work."
Lin Tao is not happy for these old guys to take advantage of the teacher's guidance for free.
He knows the temperament of these people very well.
With a 100-foot club head, it is extremely difficult to take a step further.
Everyone has their own confusion about painting that they want to be answered by a master like Mr. Cao. If you give them a chance, they will stick to it.
As long as these shameless old people stay, I guarantee that it will become a special lecture after a while.
Why let them take advantage of this?
Many times I want Mr. Cao to give me some advice but I don’t even have time, so he is still my master.
He even politely asked Gu Weijing’s grandfather, Gu Tongxiang, to step aside.
Gu Weijing was looking up at the painting of the little old man Cao Xuan, his eyes unblinking.
He watched the pen tip jumping on the mural, like watching a grand and enthusiastic silent performance.
"With such skill, it is close to the Tao."
This is the most intuitive feeling in Gu Weijing's mind.
Lao Cao held the brush, and the tip of the pen did not tremble at all. He picked, applied, dotted, and smeared, making the look not only pleasing to the eye, but also a bit ethereal and agile.
"Teacher, at his age, can still write like a dragon, which really makes us juniors feel ashamed."
After Lin Tao completely drove away the rest of the crowd, he walked back and sang the tune Gu Weijing, who was sitting next to Sepan, sounded with sincere admiration.
Mr. Cao Xuan’s artistic life is truly astonishingly long.
"I told you to drink less, but you didn't listen. You can't even control your own body, how can you hold a good paintbrush, a useless thing."
The little old man glanced sideways at his second apprentice and scolded him mercilessly.
"If you were my age and could still hold a painting brush, your artistic achievements might be even higher, but do you have the ability?"
"Don't dare Compared with the teacher. The teacher is a once-in-500-year-old art talent."
Lin.Despite his age, Tao still blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment. If Professor Lin Tao's students saw that the usually rigid and serious Professor from Central America was scolded like a primary school student, their jaws would probably drop in surprise.
Being accepted as the second disciple by Mr. Cao, he was also a promising young man, and he was a highly regarded emerging painter in his youth.
When young people are proud, it is natural to have a cup of wine and drink.
Lin Tao does not smoke, but he likes to drink rice wine. Although he was scolded many times by the teacher, he could not completely give up this hobby.
"Bullshit, a once-in-five-hundred-year art talent." Mr. Cao shook his head, "I just work harder than my peers, have better luck, and live longer."
I don’t know if it was because of the private situation, but Gu Weijing felt that Master Cao Xuan was very frank and real.
There is no air of a master at all, but more like a simple elder who is heartbroken when he sees his juniors failing to live up to expectations.
It made him feel very kind.
"Gu Xiaozi, you are a good talent. But if you want to go further on the road of art, it is not enough to be a good talent. It is best not to get involved in wine, sex, wealth and anger. . The path of art is very complicated and very simple. If you live long enough and survive all the old guys who are better than you, you will be a master."
Lao Cao stopped painting. Looking at Gu Weijing, his tone was very serious, "Self-discipline, this is the first lesson I teach you, and it is also a lesson I think is more important than painting itself."
"Be taught." Gu Nodding seriously.
Self-discipline is what distinguishes old-fashioned Eastern artists from Western painters.
Gu Weijing heard that the great calligrapher of Eastern Xia, Mr. Sun Qigong, the ninth generation of Emperor Yongzheng, paid great attention to health preservation.
Even in his old age, he can still write like a dragon and write with ease. Even if he raises his arms to write a calligraphy calligraphy of three hundred words, his hands will not shake, his face will not be red, and he will not be out of breath.
Eastern Xia traditional calligraphy and painting are not divided into different families. Gu Weijing observed that the same is true for Mr. Cao Xuan.
His hand holding the pen is extremely steady and strong.
The old gentleman’s arms were as skinny as firewood sticks. However, the brush, wrist and arm muscles have formed a very stable pen holding triangle, which is terrifyingly stable when drawing.
Only through accumulated training and absolute self-disciplined maintenance of the body can one maintain his physical condition at such an old age.
This kind of self-discipline of literati is the tradition of Eastern Xia artists, and it is also a very important aspect of virtue in ancient Chinese culture when a gentleman cultivates "virtue".
In contrast, his grandfather Gu Tongxiang did not have this achievement, although Gu Tongxiang was about the same age as Lin Tao.
He heard his grandfather lament a few years ago that his pen grip was no longer stable.
This is also something that can’t be helped.
Yangon is a society of connections and relationships.
Especially inIn the turbulent times, it was difficult to be alone in a small building of a calligraphy and painting shop by the Yangon River and quietly run your own small calligraphy and painting business.
There are various welcomes and drop-offs, and banquets and performances. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to go.
Nicotine and alcohol not only cause cancer, but can also damage the brain. Many neighbors who drink alcohol all year round have minor problems such as trembling hands.
For artists, this is a big problem.
After Mr. Gu turned fifty, his hands became increasingly unstable.
However, the painter is pretty good at this point.
Look at those European and American underground music singers who spend their days coughing up medicine, sucking in fans, and having promiscuous relationships, especially the representatives of hippie culture. Let alone whether they can still be active in the music scene at the age of sixty. , being able to live beyond the age of forty without any disease or disaster is considered a longevity.
"As for the second point, have you ever thought about what elements a professional painter should have when painting?"
What elements
Gu Wei Jing shook his head.
"Skills, knowledge and emotions."
Lin Tao, who was standing aside, spoke solemnly.
“These are the three elements my teacher taught me when I started, and they are also the basis for all my achievements today.”
Skills
Knowledge
Emotion
He had heard about the six major categories of painters and the three major categories, but this was the first time Gu Weijing had heard of this three-element theory.
“The so-called skill is the foundation of painting, which is the source of water and the foundation of wood. Without the blessing of skill, no matter how much knowledge you have, no matter how turbulent and rich the emotions in your chest are. There is no way. The basics of painting as a medium are just the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror." Lin Tao explained to Gu Weijing, "You are very good at this at your age. The foundation is very close to that of professional painters, which is very good. It is obvious that they have worked hard.”
The judgment of these old painters is really accurate.
Gu Weijing lamented that according to the system panel, his sketch was semi-professional and close to perfection.
"But when it comes to knowledge, you are not good at it. I can see that when you drew the pen drawing a few days ago, you were just simply copying. Can you tell how tall the Shwedagon Pagoda is? How many bells are there, where the gold is thicker, and what kind of construction technology is used?"
"You know"
Gu Weijing felt that although he did not understand, But the other party will never know more than me, a native of Myanmar.
Lin Tao nodded and took out a small notebook from his arms, with dense records written on it.
“From the day I started painting, my teacher asked me to record the background knowledge of any building, character or scene I considered painting. I knew about the Shwedagon Pagoda before I came to Yangon. You can never paint It’s something you don’t understand. I’ve been keeping this habit for fifty years and have enough notebooks to fill an entire house.”
Gu Weijing was convinced, "This is knowledge."
"This is knowledge."
"No matter how outstanding ancient painters like Raphael or Titian were, they could not paint well. Airplanes, because they will only regard it as a miracle and add a religious aura, rather than pursuing mechanical rigor. Knowledge is power, don't look at the terrible abstraction of Impressionism, Monet's paintings of buildings, whether it is the Parliament at sunset. Both the building and the Governor's Palace are based on the incomparable familiarity with the building itself."
"So, boy, don't be dissatisfied with the little girl Sakai Katsuko. I heard that she has been paying attention to this since she was a child. Her famous work "Birds on the Sea" once made professional marine biologists marvel at the exquisite texture of bird feathers." Mr. Cao spoke at this time.
"As for the last and most difficult part, it's the emotion."
The little old man changed a brush and picked it on the palette.
"Look carefully. Let me demonstrate to you once, what is the so-called finishing touch in Chinese painting." Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft and free reading