"I told you before that a gentleman's virtue cannot be contaminated by wine, sex, wealth, or anger."
Cao Lao held the paintbrush, his wrist hanging in the air, and seemed to be looking at the Guanyin on the mural. .
He did not rush to finish writing, but whispered to Gu Weijing.
"The qi here refers to bad habits. It is naturally better not to touch bad habits, but the painter cannot be without a qi accumulation in his chest as a support."
"This qi accumulation Anger is the righteousness that makes you want to draw out your sword to help when you see the world is unfair. It’s the anger that comes from seeing your family and country broken and the people being displaced. It’s the joy that comes from being named on a gold medal list, the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, it’s also the bleak energy that comes from seeing the withered old trees and the thin horses in the west wind.”
Mr. Cao hissed, "A soft-tempered good gentleman cannot be a painter. Without this desire to see the stirring in his chest, the painting will have no soul to support it, and it will not be able to stand up." "
"This is emotion. Painters are human beings. The biggest difference between humans and machines is that we have emotions and can inject our own emotions into paintings to impress more viewers."< /p>
“A painting has no emotions, only an empty shell, and most of the meaning of the painting disappears. Then you might as well become a photographer. The shutter clicks, which is worse than yours. A detailed description of a painting is much faster. ”
“Please remember the second lesson I taught you, skills, knowledge, and emotions complement each other to create satisfactory works.”
Mr. Cao stopped talking and silently stared at the pale eyes of Master Guanyin on the mural.
The old gentleman has perfected his skills.
It is said that the great masters of Chinese painting can have the finishing touch. Zhang Sengyao, the great painter of the Liang Dynasty, has a legend that he can fly through the wall with the finishing touch.
He is good at concise and varied painting techniques.
Zhu Jingxuan's famous paintings of the past dynasties mentioned that the painter Zhang Sengyao used Yue brushstrokes to dot pommel horses, flowers and water, and the smaller ones were either a little bit on the head or a touch on the tail
Cao The old gentleman planned to imitate the ancients and use smart and freehand brushwork to add the finishing touch to this mural.
Knowledge,
In his life, he has walked through no less than a thousand ancient temples in the mountains, and has seen countless paintings of Bodhisattvas and ghosts by famous artists in the past.
The reason why he spoke to Gu Weijing was not only to give guidance to the younger generation, but also to wait.
Based on Mr. Cao’s experience, the gaze of Guanyin in this painting should highlight a compassionate, peaceful, solemn and majestic feeling.
So the inking of the pen tip must be just right. If it is too dry, it will be dry, and if it is too moist, it will be smooth, both of which are not good.
Mr. Cao is waiting, waiting for the ink on the pen tip to reach a point where it is neither dry nor wet, just right.
As for emotions.
When he was nine years old, he studied painting from a great master of Jiangsu and Zhejiang painting in the late years of the previous dynasty.
He once saw the glamor and romance of the ten-mile foreign market in old Shanghai. He painted the most fashionable champagne parties in modern guild halls, and painted pictures for the Jewish senior classes who entered and exited the ballroom in Rolls-Royces.Painted a portrait. I once shed tears and picked up my pen to record the joys and sorrows of life and death of the ordinary people in the death camp beside the towering Artde Building in the concession.
He has been slandered, ridiculed, and looked down upon by art critics. He once became famous with his paintings in Venice and was competed by collectors waving tens of millions of dollars.
Mr. Cao has seen all the troughs and peaks that a person can experience in his life, including the ups and downs. When he reached old age, he became accustomed to calming down and became a Buddhist layman who played the piano and read the Golden Sutra. .
This visit to Yangon may be the last time Mr. Cao writes in his life.
He is very grateful to fate, for all the suffering and joy it has given him, and for coming to Yangon this time. Meeting such an interesting little guy may give him a chance to have a successful career as a painter. The perfect ending.
Such a young child said that he tried out the paint formula himself.
Does Mr. Cao believe it?
Of course I do.
In the art industry, talented people are so unreasonable. Masters who want to establish a sect cannot do it without a little aura.
He even regarded this as a gift given to him by fate.
"Bodhisattva, open your eyes."
Mr. Cao said silently in his heart.
I saw the little old man lightly tapping the pattern with a paintbrush, and a pair of compassionate and majestic eyes appeared under the eyebrows of Guanyin Master in the center of the mural.
Gu Weijing took a step back fiercely.
It’s hard to describe this feeling.
Even though he was born in a family of calligraphers and painters, Gu Weijing has always felt that the so-called finishing touch is just an exaggerated idiom, just bragging about a painter's superb skills.
Essentially, it is no different from false legends such as Kua Fu’s pursuit of the sun and Jingwei’s reclamation of the sea, which everyone knows are myths.
A painter is not a magician.
Just click your eyes and the dragon will fly away. How is this possible?
But at this moment, although the Bodhisattva on the mural in front of him did not come out of the mural, the whole painting really seemed to have come alive.
He can even personally feel the Zen spirit coming from the ancient Buddhist temples in the murals.
A heavy bell sounded in the distance.
In an instant, everything was silent, and Gu Weijing could hardly tell whether the bell was coming from the temple not far away or from the painting.
There is really a religious solemn and solemn feeling like a Bodhisattva opening his eyes and the devil retreating.
"Amitabha."
A young monk who came to the temple to help pack away the brushes and desks happened to see this scene. Although he was by no means a professional art scholar, he For a moment, I truly felt the shock of the Bodhisattva opening his eyes.
The monk sat cross-legged on the spot, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name in Burmese. He seemed to have some enlightenment and started meditating and practicing on the spot.
This is the artistic appeal that a master can create
Painting can actuallyHas it come to this?
Gu Weijing was extremely shocked.
"Whenever I feel that I am somewhat of an artist, seeing my teacher painting makes me realize how insignificant I am."
Lin Tao sighed on the side.
In his impression, even Mr. Cao’s paintings did not often achieve such good results.
What’s more, painting on a hard wall is more difficult to render with sufficient emotional appeal than painting on paper, silk, or linen canvas.
Lao Cao himself was not too excited to draw such a wonderful work.
He just looked at the effect of the whole picture calmly, nodded slightly, and saw that the main Buddha, concubines and empresses had already completed the repairs.
As for the ladies and imps in the second seat, Mr. Cao thought for a moment. He seemed tired and seemed to have lost interest in continuing to draw.
He handed the brush back to Gu Weijing.
"You come and draw, Lin Tao keeps an eye on it."
"Okay. Teacher, please rest. My apprentice, I will teach you."
< p>Professor Lin Tao agreed wholeheartedly.Facing the teacher's favoritism, he has now figured it out.
Since Gu Weijing is going to be his apprentice, Mr. Cao is partial to himself when he favors this kid.
"You are not yet eighteen years old this year. Have you prepared a portfolio to apply for college?"
Mr. Cao suddenly asked.
"Professor Lin Tao wants me to go to CAFA and his studio. If possible, I would be honored."
Gu Weijing looked at Lin Tao and saw Professor Dot. The stone in my heart fell to the ground.
Don’t wait for dry food without waiting for bean bags.
Look at Lin Tao’s obedient appearance in front of Mr. Cao. It also depends on who he is competing with.
In normal times, if I were to say hello to a painter like my grandfather, it would be hard to say whether he would agree or not.
This kind of master is willing to accept him as his apprentice, and he has no right to refuse, and no reason to refuse.
It is no exaggeration to say that becoming a disciple of Master Lin Tao would save me ten years of hard work on the road of art.
It is your honor to be favored by others, so don’t be shameless.
"I feel bad."
Lin Tao was about to happily touch Gu Weijing's head to express his satisfaction, but when he heard these words, he suddenly froze.
Because it was Mr. Cao himself who spoke. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft