"It's Lao Sun's painting."
The old man glanced at the label on the scroll.
Gu Tongxiang is still a little impressed by this painting.
The traditional calligraphy and painting style in Myanmar's history is similar to Chinese painting, but since the British came here, the entire artistic style has been influenced by the West.
Even in Myanmar today, oil painting and watercolor painting are the mainstream.
There are only a few named painters who follow the oriental art route in Myanmar.
Gu Tongxiang, who has learned both oil painting and Chinese painting, is one of them, and so is the old Sun he talks about.
The other party lives in Mandalay, the second largest city in Myanmar, and has met Mr. Gu several times. His painting skills are also on par with others.
Because Lao Sun is relatively young and has room for improvement, his reputation and price may even be slightly higher than those of Gu Tongxiang.
This painting is not large in length. It is a small painting two feet square. Calculated based on the purchase price of the uncle, there is a profit, but not a big one.
"What's wrong with this painting?"
Gu Tongxiang frowned.
"It's not that there was a problem with the preservation, it's just that when I looked at the painting, I suddenly felt a little out of place."
Gu Weijing unfolded the scroll.
"Incongruous, what do you, a child, know about the incongruity?" Since there was nothing wrong with the painting itself, the aunt stopped doing it. She felt that Gu Weijing had no good intentions.
My husband is responsible for the purchase of art and various social activities, and it is hard work without credit.
As it turns out, this nephew hasn’t inherited the gallery yet, and now he’s starting to pick and choose.
If the old man really hands over the gallery to him in the future, he can still live a good life in his own family
"Okay, be quiet."
Gu Tongxiang The old man stopped his daughter-in-law's noise with a wave of his hand.
"Incongruous, you sent the painting to Professor Lin Tao to see. This is what Professor Lin meant."
Gu Tongxiang glanced at the picture of the kingfisher and the singing bamboo, and thought of a possibility.
"No, it's just my personal opinion."
"Humph, my personal opinion." The aunt made a long-pitched nasal sound on the side.
Gu Tongxiang was immediately disappointed.
In fact, when he saw the painting at first glance, he also thought it was a bit strange and felt that the picture was a bit scattered.
But it’s hard to say exactly where the problem lies.
The old man just thought that he had no luck.
Gu Weijing can understand the works that he himself cannot understand.
Gu Tongxiang still doesn’t believe it.
He believes that his grandson's artistic achievements will be higher than his own, but that is the future, not now.
Although my eldest son is not good at painting, he has followed me in the art market since graduating from high school and has been exposed to the art industry for so many years, but his eyesight is not bad.
This old Sun's painting skills are no worse than mine,
Although they belong to the dwarf General Liba.
But if you want to find a better expert in Chinese painting than him in Yangon, you may not be able to find one.
If my grandson wants to appreciate calligraphy and painting of this level, it would be best to wait a few years before doing so.
"Okay, tell me your opinion."
Gu Tongxiang still wanted to listen patiently to his grandson's opinion.
Whether it is right or wrong, having your own opinions on art is not a bad thing after all.
“First of all, the artistic conception of this painting is not quite right.”
“Looking at the state of the kingfisher’s feathers and the luster on its body, the whole painting has a sense of water. It is filled with water. There is a lot of moisture, but the bamboo has a very dry feeling, which is a bit out of place."
Gu Weijing said softly.
His finger pointed at the bamboo joint where the kingfisher's claws rested, and continued, "Especially the bamboo joint here, the emotion of the whole painting is broken here, and the ink on the bamboo joint here is "Yes, grandpa, don't you think it's a little strange?"
Gu Tongxiang lowered his head and looked at the painting, tapping his fingers on the scroll.
"What do you mean?"
He raised his head and took a deep look at his grandson, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
The first half of his grandson's sentence was like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night, accurately describing the sense of dissonance he felt when looking at the painting.
But what really made Mr. Gu Tongxiang fall into deep thought was the second half of the sentence.
Things like artistic conception are inherently mysterious, seeming to exist and seem to be non-existent, and difficult to fathom.
But whether there are errors in the screen is much more intuitive.
We are all experts in Chinese painting, so we naturally understand how bamboo should be painted.
The ink dots on the bamboo joints are usually made with the smallest size outline pen, using thick ink, and using the center of the pen.
The ink spots on Gu Weijing’s fingers on this painting look like they were dripping on the painting.
This is like the computer games Spot the Difference or Lianliankan. If no one reminds him, Gu Tongxiang may not notice the problem at all.
But now that Gu Weijing pointed it out, Gu Tongxiang, who had been working in the painting industry all his life, immediately discovered the problem.
Gu Tongxiang took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Hey, it's you, Boss Wu. I'm Gu Tongxiang. My son received the painting Kingfisher Singing Bamboo from you before, okay, okay, otherwise I'll call Lao Sun, okay, there's no need. Return the goods, we have been friends for so many years, okay, we will continue to cooperate in the future." Within a few minutes, the old man hung up the phone again.
"What did Boss Wu say?"
Auntie kept listening with her ears raised. She felt that her father-in-law was making a fuss. It was obviously this nephew who wanted to cause trouble, but he still wanted to fight him unnecessarily. Telephone.
She is here nowLet's see what people say.
Boss Wu is the second-rate dealer who sold Uncle Kingfisher’s Bamboo Picture.
Gu Tongxiang did not answer immediately, but looked at his grandson with surprise and more of relief in his eyes.
"My grandson is really born to eat this bowl of rice."
At this moment, Gu Tongxiang really believes that the ancestor Gu Kaizhi in their family's genealogy is not a far-fetched idea from a descendant. , the genes of this legendary painting saint really flow in the family's blood.
He called Boss Wu before and asked about the situation of the painting.
It turned out that the second-rate dealer was still playing tricks on me.
When Mr. Gu Tongxiang accurately pointed out the problem on the picture and suggested that he could call Mr. Sun to inquire about the situation, the other person immediately changed his tone.
After all, there are only a few famous painters of Chinese paintings in Myanmar, and it is very possible that they know each other or are familiar with each other personally.
“This painting is indeed a remnant. Originally, Lao Sun commissioned a custom-made painting of a river view and a lotus pond. Halfway through the painting, the ink stained the rice paper, so it was cut into several pieces. "
This situation is not impossible.
This is how some painters deal with scraps of good paintings. .
As long as you agree with them when you accept the painting, it will be fine.
As a result, Boss Wu received the painting at the price of the scrap manuscript, which was less than two hundred US dollars, and sold it to Gu's calligraphy and painting shop for four times the price.
"Boss Wu said he wanted to return the painting to us, but I refused. In the end, he refunded me US$500."
Gu Tongxiang shook his head.
Calligraphy and painting, like antiques, can be bought and sold. Boss Wu is able to sell a two-hundred-dollar painting to Gu's calligraphy and painting shop for four times the price. This is his skill.
From a business perspective, you can only say that the other party is unreasonable, but there is no fundamental mistake.
Don’t say it was bought for a thousand dollars, even if it was bought for a hundred thousand dollars, you can only blame yourself.
The reason why people are willing to refund the money is because they hope to continue doing business with the gallery for a long time in the future.
But Gu Tongxiang didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
First of all, Gu's calligraphy and painting shop may not be lucky. Gu Tongxiang didn't see the problem with the painting at the beginning, and ordinary customers couldn't see it either.
Now that you know the ins and outs of this painting, if you are a conscientious merchant, it is best to add a small defective label in front of the frame.
It will be discounted, but it may not be sold.
Many people prefer to buy this kind of discounted works, as if they are getting a bargain.
What really surprised him was that Gu Tongxiang discovered that in the blink of an eye, his grandson was already ahead of him on the road of art, at least in some fields.
A new generation replaces the old.
For the elderly, this sense of accomplishment inherited from the family made Gu Tongxiang feel greatSense of happiness.
This is much more important than getting a few hundred dollars back.
"You already have the ability to take up our family's ancestral business. When grandpa can't do it anymore, you can take over. Gu's calligraphy and painting shop will belong to you in the future."
Gu Tongxiang ignored his aunt's embarrassed expression and said firmly. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft