Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona's self-portrait and shook her head secretly.
In her opinion,
This little girl is really not suitable for studying painting. She can study fashion design, graphic advertising, architectural art, or simply study Ordinary cultural classes.
It is more promising than learning painting.
The most fair thing about cultural courses such as mathematics, physics, and chemistry is that as long as a student works hard, he can get good results.
Studying is a rare good thing in life where the effort and reward are almost certainly positively correlated with the result.
However, painting is not possible.
It’s not that Mona is not smart, nor is she not working hard enough. She just lacks the natural aura of her daughter Katsuko Sakai, as this self-portrait is proof.
Excellent painters can easily distinguish the priority of the painting.
"Unless the painting is a work that specifically represents a king, knight, or priest with very important identity characteristics, the portrait will always be the most important part of the painting. Miss Sandnu, I can tolerate your portrait painting I can understand the deformity, hollow eyes, and lack of emotion on the face as indicating that there is something wrong with your ability."
"But the most unacceptable thing about your painting is that you clearly painted on your clothes. It takes a lot more energy than the characters. The theme is unclear and the focus is on the subject. This is not just a matter of ability, the artistic ideas are wrong. The harder you work, the worse the picture performance will be."
Mrs. Sakai shook his head helplessly.
This is a matter of talent, the cruelest side of art.
It is not impossible for children to make such mistakes when there is no one to guide them when drawing.
But even though she had written the comment "putting the cart before the horse" in her portfolio, this girl was still confused.
It shows that she really doesn’t have the talent to eat this bowl of rice.
"Professor, this is a graduate student from the Royal Academy of Art, who pointed out my line drawing." Mona frowned tightly, "He once said that there was nothing wrong with this painting."< /p>
"So?" Mrs. Sakai asked with a shrug.
Royal College of Art, one of the top thirty art schools in the world.
It sounds very bluffing, but in the eyes of people of Mrs. Sakai’s level, it is still just a child playing house.
There are hundreds of art students who have been admitted to prestigious schools, and only a few of them can eventually become artists
“Obviously, he is also a mediocre person with no artistic talent, and he has misled his children. "Mrs. Sakai said lightly.
Mrs. Sakai has always judged those with or without talent based on whether they can become artists.
The vast majority of ordinary art practitioners and even some mid-range painters are not yet high enough to compete for talent.
It is not difficult for ordinary people with poor talent to become an ordinary painter with a small bourgeoisie or to attend a famous art academy with more hard work.
But if the goal is only set here, it will not beNot worthy of Mrs. Sakai's teaching.
"The graduate student at the Royal College of Art, you are referring to Mr. Hank, who was in the 2009 class." The oil painting teacher from Dulwich College who was passing by spoke at this time.
When a celebrity like Mrs. Sakai comes to the international school, not only the students are excited, but they, the oil painting teachers, often bring a small horse into the classroom to listen to the class.
The adult society is even more aware of the importance of such celebrities from artistic families in the clouds.
Making friends with Mrs. Sakai is something that an oil painting teacher wouldn’t even dare to hope for. Just being able to attend classes would be great.
The oil painting teacher was immediately impressed when he heard about the senior from the Royal College of Art.
Hank, grade 2009,
When he was admitted to the Royal College of Art as a graduate student, he once caused a sensation on campus, and the bulletin boards were filled with relevant information.
Even if Hank’s undergraduate degree was not from the Royal College of Art.
Compared with Germany and France, the one-year postgraduate programs in the UK are almost the best in Europe, but students who can go out from Myanmar are admitted to such schools.
It is also like an inspirational student who graduated from a local middle school and finally got a master's degree from Tsinghua University. He also came back to Dulwich College to give lectures as a successful person.
"If I remember correctly, Hank should have majored in fashion design." The oil painting teacher shook his head, as if to support Mrs. Sakai's statement, "He specializes in fashion clothing and guides It's normal for oil paintings to have such problems."
"My daughter Georgia, that painting is the same," Mona suddenly murmured.
The oil painting teacher did not react for a moment.
Mrs. Sakai’s eyes suddenly brightened.
"Yes, it is indeed my daughter Georgia. It is great to think of this painting by Naomi Alexander."
Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona repeatedly, as if I got to know this girl again and nodded approvingly, "That famous painting is a typical example of putting light on clothes and focusing on people. Even the texture of the clothes has been specially guided to allow the audience to focus more on the faces of the characters." ."
Be able to draw inferences so quickly.
Perhaps, my judgment just now was a bit arbitrary.
This Miss Sandnu still has some aura.
Mona no longer cares about what Mrs. Sakai is saying, she is not even listening to the details of what Professor Cruz is saying behind her.
“Overwhelm the guest with the host” and “Complicated costumes obscure the original characteristics and details of the characters.”
This comment was repeated over and over in Mona’s mind, like a mouthful of bronze The huge bell was beating randomly in her ears, causing her brain to hurt and her face to turn pale.
It wasn’t because the professor’s criticism hit her so hard that Mona couldn’t accept it.
It was because she vaguely remembered that someone had said the same words in her ear.
"Mona, do you remember my daughter Georgia?"
"The color you paintedColors that are too bright and clothing with too many complicated decorations are not a good thing. ”
“The limbs and body in the picture cannot be connected naturally, as if a pile of logs have been forced into it. ”
Those gentle voices sounded in Mona’s ears sentence by sentence.
She remembered that she had been so dismissive of Gu Weijing’s “childish” views. She thought that the other party was overestimating her abilities and wanted to question the art philosophy of a graduate student at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts.
It turned out that she herself was the clown.
< p>Mona looked in a daze, feeling confused, her throat was tight, and she was a little out of breath.It was really annoying.
It was a good time to get together and go away. Don’t get entangled with each other, why are there always shadows of each other in your lives?
“Mona, what’s wrong with you? Let's go to the public studio to paint for a while, and then have a meal together in the evening."
Jerry noticed the pale Mona in the corner of the classroom and came over.
"No , I want to be quiet. Go and eat it yourself. "
Mona said softly.
"You don't look very good. Do you want me to get you a cup of coffee? "Jerry wanted to show off the sunshine boy's boyfriend power at the right time.
"Forget it, Mr. Jerry, let me calm down for a while, okay. ”
In normal times, Jerry’s behavior would be a good bonus.
But now, Mona’s mind was in a mess, she just felt like he was She was flying around like a fly, making her feel restless.
"I'll take you to see the school doctor."
"Are you done with it? I said I want one." Be quiet for a moment. Mr. Jerry, there is something wrong with your understanding."
Mona finally couldn't help it, turned her head and shouted in a sharp tone.
Jerry looked embarrassed and stunned. .
After saying that,
Mona also realized that she was too out of control. She shook her head, "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now. "
After finishing speaking,
she ignored Jerry, picked up the schoolbag on her side, shook her arms, and quickly left the classroom.
" What's going on, Professor Cruz criticized her?"
Jerry looked at the girl's leaving figure with a blank look on his face.
Rangoon's wealthy district, Xihe Guild Hall.
Myanmar is the richest in Yangon, and Yangon is the richest in Xihe.
If Layada District, which lacks water and electricity, is a city’s hell, then Xihe District is the city’s paradise.
This is the place where the richest people are concentrated in Myanmar.
Fragrant carriages, fine wines and beauties are all available.
As early as the 19th century, Europe was a place of great splendor. When the colonists first set foot on the land of East Asia, they compared the old palace area on the Yangon River with the streets around the Louvre on the Seine River, calling it the Little Paris of the East.
The Xihe Guild Hall is located in the center of the wealthy area.
Not far to the east is Khun Sa's mansion in Yangon. In 1996, the former number one drug lord in the Golden Triangle decided to surrender to the Myanmar government when the situation was over.
For the sake of stability in the north, the Myanmar government did not even dare to extradite the drug lord to Interpol.
A gangster who once monopolized 45% of the world's drug trade and ruled the entire northern Myanmar. At his peak, he was worth more than 100 billion U.S. dollars, which was approximately equal to the sum of the top ten drug lords in Colombia. He was the last man in his life. Eleven years were spent here.
According to Yangon’s gossip tabloids,
It is rumored that one of Kunsha’s favorite things to do in his later years was to sit on the balcony on the second floor of the villa with a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms , while smoking an Elephant brand cigarette produced in Myanmar, slowly watching the sun set on the resplendent roof of the Xihe Hall not far away, and thinking about life.
Tom Cruise, tennis king Federer, and the lead singer of the rock band Green Day
The West River Hotel is surrounded by various resort properties of international celebrities in Yangon. It is like a A small piece of amber freezes the black and white winds and clouds of Myanmar, and the changing times.
It has also changed hands several times.
Now the owner of Xihe Guild Hall is a mysterious wealthy businessman.
As soon as the bald man approached the door of the club, he was immediately greeted by a capable female foreman wearing a customized suit and a black headset in her ear.
"This way, please."
The female foreman did not say hello to the bald head, nor did she say any polite words of welcome.
She just said something into the headset, and then stretched out her hand to signal the bald head to follow her.
"Brother Hao is entertaining guests at Juyaxuan. He asked you to go directly." The female foreman pressed on the dark wall of the corridor, and the side door slid open, revealing an exquisite path.
In order to ensure the privacy of guests,
The Xihe Club once hired the famous London fosterandartners architectural design firm to redesign the internal structure. Various complicated passages separated each small box into Grid on the chessboard.
There will never be an embarrassing scene where a guest is in a private room having a secret discussion with a rebellious politician's younger brother, only to go out and bump into a political enemy who is here for dinner.
The side effect is that if you walk alone without anyone to guide you, you can easily get lost in these complicated spider web-like corridors.
Of course, a bald head will not get lost.
Many years ago, this clubhouse had been bought by Brother Hao for US$230 million. As an important underworld handler under Brother Hao, Baldhead was already very familiar with this place. .
"Brother Hao, I heard that the judicial department has a special team investigating you, and the person in charge is a senior police inspector from Yangon"
The bald man pushed away Juyaxuan When I opened the door to the box, the room was filled with smoke.
The middle-aged man sits facing the gilded BodhisattvaLike standing with his back to the door, holding three Zen cigarettes in his hand.
Brother Hao doesn’t like smoking, but he has three hobbies.
I love famous paintings, old movies, and thirdly, I like to worship Buddha.
This Burmese underworld godfather looks like a very elegant man, more like a gentle and gentle teacher in school than a street gangster who is prone to life and death.
It goes without saying that famous paintings, Brother Hao started his career by counterfeiting artworks.
Brother Hao’s favorite collection is a page of the original manuscript of The Godfather that he bought at a high price, and a telephoto lens from the Kodak 4037 film camera in the 1970s. The latter was used in the classic old film released in 1972. During the filming of the movie The Godfather, the lens was signed by the great Hollywood director Francis Coppola.
As for worshiping Buddha.
This is Brother Hao’s habit when he gets older, and he even invited two eminent Theravada Buddhist monks from Thailand to give him sermons.
Every time the bald man sees Brother Hao respectfully raising his hands to burn incense, he has an indescribable weird feeling.
Those gangsters often worship Master Wu Shengguan.
Reciting Buddhist scriptures that emphasize the reincarnation of good and evil, and the consequences of life and death, is very unconventional.
Of course, he wouldn’t dare to make fun of him, and he wouldn’t dare to borrow his courage.
The bald head knows that all those in Myanmar who dare to make fun of Brother Hao have long since died.
After approaching the door, the bald man only glanced at the back of Brother Hao who was burning incense, and then his eyes fell on the guests being entertained by the boss of Juyaxuan.
It was a man wearing a police uniform.
He knows this guy.
He is a deputy police inspector who was transferred from Mandalay to Yangon. He is in his early forties. His father seems to be a division commander in the military, which is a background. A rich official's son, he seems to be the director or deputy director of the police station.
Outside, he can be regarded as an awesome person with great hands and eyes.
At this time, in front of Brother Hao, he was reporting on his work like a little follower.
Not all Burmese officialdom has been bribed by Brother Hao. There are always those who want to touch Brother Hao.
But often it hasn’t even started yet. Just like this time, the details of the plan are completely leaked by those who want to please Brother Hao, and the outcome is already doomed.
After hearing this, the bald man wanted to leave the box temporarily to avoid this kind of private conversation.
"Stay, we are all brothers, there is nothing to avoid, what can I do?" Brother Hao waved his hand and said no.
"It's not a big deal, it's just that the Gu Weijing you're interested in is ignorant and out of touch."
The bald head scratched his head, revealing a somewhat ferocious look. smile.
"Originally, there is no need to trouble Brother Hao about this kind of thing, but you seem to like him quite a lot."
"So I just want to ask you, since he is toasting and not eating, why should he Don't take off his arm as usual, or take off his cousinTie it up and teach young people a long lesson." Please remember to bookmark it. The latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft