Grandma Carla claimed in a letter from France: “At dusk in Paris, my friends and I saw the fiery red light hovering over the Arc de Triomphe, and my dreams were floating on it. A new artistic path slowly unfolded before my eyes. . In the burning sky, I saw a dreamy river of color that could extend infinitely. I felt that this would be the destination of my life."
In the nineteenth century.
The career path of the nobles is very single.
Men go to the military department to obtain the title of officer, or go to the Congress and Cabinet to seek a civilian job.
Girls specialize in how to be a gentle wife and decent mother.
Being a painter, especially a female painter, is a very unrecognized profession.
Although art is highly sought after, the status of a painter can be compared to the famous actors in the traditional Eastern Xia society.
The high points are limited.
Except for the great painters.
You have to be able to draw Menzel to the point where he becomes a close friend of the Prussian royal family. Entering and leaving the palace is like eating and drinking, and his social status is still quite high.
But,
How can a girl become a great painter?
In the mainstream values of the wealthy class, expensive works of art, like horse racing, salons, beautiful post office typists, and ballet dancers, are consumer goods that serve as the main daily entertainment for male aristocrats.
You can have fun,
Being a painter yourself is really quite different.
In those years, the elders of the Elena family almost went crazy. They first stopped Grandma Carla’s family annuity, and then kept sending letters of reprimand, hoping that the other party would “return from their lost ways.” .
Grandma Kara is also a strange woman.
Faced with the rage of her elders, she only responded by giving her family a self-portrait without clothes as a confession.
Nude portraits are never vulgar.
On the contrary, it has always been considered the highest and most elegant form of aesthetics.
Take Austria as an example. Klimt, the most famous painter born here, is world-famous for his romantic nature and his love of painting nude models.
Countless national galleries are proud to have a Klimt body work.
However, painting nudes was once only the prerogative of male painters.
Even though the private lives of European aristocrats were chaotic, syphilis was frequent, and lovers had illegitimate children everywhere.
But even if an upper-class lady just steps into a studio with nude models, she will be considered very "slutty" and "immodest".
Kara’s behavior is even more treasonous.
By painting a nude portrait of herself, she is expressing her ridicule of social and family disciplines.
The elders of the Elena family were so angry that Carla's rebellious behavior almost caused brain congestion. At that time, they sent a housekeeper and servants to rush to Paris by train, and forcibly removed this person who had ruined the family's reputation.The famous girl was kidnapped and brought home.
Imprisoned in solitary confinement, sent to a monastery, whipped, tied to a cellar and imprisoned.
This medieval legacy of treating disobedient girls has remained in the upper classes of Europe for longer than most people imagine, with sporadic reports continuing until after World War II at the latest.
It was even more commonplace in the 19th century.
They burned all of Carla’s works, including her self-portraits, in front of her.
Anna will be moved and lonely every time she sees Kara's story.
When she was a student, she went to Paris more than once and wandered to the location of Grandma Karazou’s former studio.
The studio was bought by a furniture contractor and is now the office of an investment bank in Paris.
All traces of hundreds of years ago have long been scattered by the wind, and no trace can be found.
However, just a few blocks away is the famous Moulin Rouge nightclub and the blue Seine.
This was once the birthplace of modern art in the world.
It was here that Monet met the master painter Bisha Asura and painted the world-famous Sunday afternoon of the Island of La Grande Jatte in 1876. It was here that the 35-year-old Renoir cherished his passion for art. And the love of life, the first stroke of the Pancake Mill Dance.
At the intersection outside the traffic lights not far from the investment bank, there is a statue of Miss Mary Stevenson Kessart.
On the marble base, Miss Mary holds the drawing board in her hand and stares at the Seine.
She was smiling, her skirt was flying, and the sculpture was filled with flowers and letters of thanks from art students and Miss Mary's admirers from all over the world.
This Impressionist goddess and Marie Curie were selected into Time magazine's list of one hundred outstanding independent women in human history.
To this day, it’s International Women’s Day every year.
Representatives from the American Women's Federation and the Embassy in France will come to Mary's sculpture and place a bouquet of roses to commemorate the outstanding contribution of this first female painter of Impressionism.
Every time she sees the statue of Miss Mary, Anna will think of her grandma Carla.
They have similar origins, the same life circumstances, the same independence and enterprising spirit, and they also regard art as a lifelong career.
One hundred and fifty years later, one man became famous and dazzled the painting world, and was commemorated by an endless stream.
A man's life's hard work turned into dust, leaving only a small tombstone in the monastery.
This is the impermanence of painters.
After being imprisoned by the family for a year, Grandma Karazu died of tuberculosis in a depressed mood.
She left a brief suicide note before her death: "There are only two works that I am satisfied with in my life. One is a self-portrait that was destroyed in fire, and the other is a painting that I hid at the end of the world." The courage to pursue beauty is my motivation to fight against fate."
The second half of this sentence also became Carla's epitaph.
Probably the elders of Elena's family were moved by her persistence, or maybe it was a small pity and unknown regret.
After Kara's death.
The identity on her epitaph is Aerra.
Aer is the feminine word for artist in German, meaning female painter or female artist.
Except for the painting that was "hidden at the end of the world", the only work Carla left behind was the burned fragment of her self-portrait.
Anna has seen the remains of the self-portrait that was preserved by the family.
Most of the canvas has been burned, leaving only a few strands of flying golden-red hair on a painting the size of a baby's palm.
Judging from the fragments, both the brushstrokes and the texture of the pointillism are all the work of the master.
But it is the handiwork of a master, so what?
In the painting industry, the artistic life of every painter is fragile.
They are like crystal clear and fragile ice sculptures.
After polishing it day and night, working hard, and finally painting it, you have barely reached the bottom line of success.
The rest,
depends on destiny, noble people, and opportunities.
Any chance of rain or wind, any blow of fate, may destroy their lives.
Those who have seen the cold wind blowing know the suffering under the cold wind.
"Don't disappoint me, Ms. Detective Cat."
The reason why Anna is willing to make this call is that she hopes that the art of Detective Cat will be better than that of Grandma Carla, whom she admires. The road can go more smoothly.
She gently placed the other rose in her hand on Carla's tombstone,
turned around and left.
Dulwich College.
Mona put down her paintbrush and drank a cup of free coffee from the coffee machine at the water bar.
Her eyes scanned the crowd in the public studio.
International middle schools are relatively wealthy and have an entire art building dedicated to students.
The upper floor is the campus theater and auditorium used for drama rehearsals and social dances, and the entire first floor is a large public studio.
The studio is stacked with various easels, canvases, drying brushes, and plaster models. There is a water bar and sofa in the corner for resting.
The public studio is where art students spend the most time.
Probably because the school recruitment fair is approaching.
Even though today is Sunday, most of the thirteenth-grade students in the school have come to the studio, splashing ink vigorously in front of the drawing board.
Mona saw,
At this time, many students were pointing at the row of easels in the corner of the studio.
“Amazing, this pen, this composition is really accurate, the lines are as accurate as if they were measured with a ruler."
"This must be the skill of a professional painter, but why only half a painting?"
"What do you know, maybe this is the original idea. You know art. ”
“No, although Miss Katsuko is indeed very powerful, your licking angle is really novel.” "A male classmate mocked angrily.
"You, Miss Katsuko, are calling you so affectionate, do you agree? ”
Others retorted, unwilling to be outdone.
Mona stood up curiously and glanced at the easel in the corner.
There were four pictures there. Oil paintings with lines of characters.
The brushstrokes of these oil paintings are surprisingly beautiful, especially when compared with other student paintings that are drying in the studio. The difference between the 100-point examination papers is also obvious.
“This is the work of the transfer student Sakai Katsuko this week. The picture is amazing. She is the daughter of an international famous painter. "
Kou Kou, who wore a punk-style silver single earring in her ear, sighed in front of the drawing board.
"Compared with others, we are just like the country folk. Girl. I thought your little boyfriend’s drawing was good enough. The transfer student's image and brushwork are simply disappointing. ”
Mona nodded subconsciously.
These four paintings all have the same theme and composition.
Judging from the finished shapes, It should be something like a church or a classical castle.
Unfortunately, I don’t know why.
Maybe Sakai Katsuko was not satisfied with the dark background of these four paintings. The background of the thunderstorm stopped, and the building in the middle only had a simple initial configuration.
It looked like a charming beauty, but only half of its face was painted. /p>
What a pity.
“By the way, Gu Weijing is not my boyfriend, so don’t talk nonsense. "
Mona seemed to have thought of something and rolled her eyes at Kou Kou angrily.
Kou Kou smiled playfully.
"You yourself Just be happy. I kindly advise you, there are only so many people you like that you can meet, and if you let them run away, there will really be no more people. You don't really like that Jerry, do you? I can't even look down on this kind of playboy. ”
Mona glanced around the studio and snorted in her heart.
Since the beginning of this semester, she has almost never seen Gu Weijing in the public studio.
Mona knew that Gu Weijing had a small gallery at home and had a studio where she could paint.
But so what?
She. You can also paint on the balcony of your bedroom.
But normally, the painting atmosphere at home and at school is different.
You can study in the dormitory and the library. , but for ordinary college students, the learning atmosphere and efficiency of the two are different.
The public in school.Sharing an art studio,
The peers around you are working hard to prepare portfolios, and you will also become busy without realizing it.
At home, people with poor self-discipline will waste their time.
This is the role of environment.
Gu Weijing had always been a frequent visitor to the public art studio on campus and the king of drawings. However, during such an important semester, he disappeared.
On the premise that she said she would agree to date the "king" at the school recruitment meeting.
“You don’t care about me at all.”
This is what really makes Mona very angry.
She can forgive the other person for trying hard but not succeeding.
You are about to graduate anyway, and even if the other party doesn’t get the biggest offer, as long as you go to the same university as you, it’s not out of the question to renege on your bet or something.
But she at least wanted to see Gu Weijing's attitude.
What do you think you are doing when you are just fooling around every day instead of using your time on the right path?
"Why does this transfer student Katsuko Sakai only draw half a picture at a time."
Mona was not interested in listening to the instructions of Kou Kou, who had always been with her. The student's condescending tone provides guidance on his or her emotional life.
She changed the topic.
"It's because I'm not satisfied." Kou Kou stuck out her tongue.
With the help of the same girl, the transfer student Katsuko Sakai is not as indifferent to Kou Kou as the crazy bees and butterflies on campus.
Even if she is still far from her goal of "capturing" this chick, she at least managed to become friends with Katsuko Sakai on the pretext of asking for advice on art issues, and she can even speak a few words on a daily basis.
This makes Kou Kou quite excited.
The rice must be eaten in one mouthful, and the beautiful girl must be bent step by step.
You came up with a despicable look of lusting after other people’s bodies, and people were scared away by you.
Kou Kou heard Miss Sakai explain that she had seen someone paint the same theme of thunderstorms, and the paintings were much more vivid than hers. She wanted to know what her problem was.
"Much more vivid than what she painted"
Kou Kou only thought that the person Miss Sakai mentioned was Professor Sakai Kazunari.
This kind of great artist who seems to be floating on the clouds from a distance, probably only an artistic genius like Katsuko Sakai can have a comparative interest in his heart.
"I'm not satisfied with this. I really don't know why such an artistic little princess came to our Yangon."
Mona also sighed.
She secretly compared her works and found that the gap was too big.
The painting environment is like a well.
The people around you are the walls of your well. If you stay in Yangon for a long time, you may sit in a well and look at the sky.
Mona originally thought that people of the same age as Gu Weijing were already very good.
Maybe this is true,
But this kind of "small town painter" in Yangon is compared with the heirs trained by the words and deeds of real great artists.
There is still a huge difference.
"Oh, I may know why she came to Myanmar."
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