"Actually, you can find out useful tips for painting this kind of painting. Otherwise, I will teach you two strokes."
Gu Weijing has always known that his grandfather failed to imitate Lang Shining's paintings. This matter made a deep impression on my mind, so I asked tentatively.
Teach me two strokes
When Gu Tongxiang heard his grandson's serious tone, the corner of his mouth twitched, not knowing how to answer.
Well, what I just said was in vain.
The old man was a little moved and a little angry.
After all, the grandson he brought up since childhood still cares about him.
The old man also admitted that during this period, Gu Weijing's painting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he often made amazing moves.
However, when he heard that the other party said that he wanted to teach him to draw, Gu Tongxiang, a strict teacher-oriented Oriental parent, was still quite unconvinced.
"Why, with a famous teacher like Professor Lin, I can no longer look down on your grandfather. Tell me, wait until you graduate from college."
Gu Tongxiang The old man couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.
Masters like Lin Tao are certainly awesome, but old man, I am one of the best Chinese painting masters in Myanmar, okay?
Go and attend an art seminar or something. , who can't respectfully call out "Teacher Gu"
"Come on, come on, if you want to say that, then don't blame me for attacking you, grandpa really wants to criticize the problems in your painting. "
The old man muttered, "The painter is afraid that he is not self-aware and can't even discover his own problems. That's really bad. Although your grandfather and I can't imitate Castiglione, after all, I have walked this path and told you what to do. It’s difficult to draw, but I can tell you where you made mistakes, and it’s easy to do.”
Only one lamp on the table was turned on at night, and the light was a bit dim for older people to appreciate the art.
Mr. Gu didn't care at all. This was not an antique appraisal.
New body painting attaches great importance to the overall look and feel, and often allows the audience to look at the painting, which is a type of painting that is good at first glance or bad at first glance.
He is confident that he can find the problem by scanning it casually and looking at it for a few seconds.
Mr. Gu bent down and looked at the rice paper on the desk.
So, he saw a lifelike bean flower.
Hmm
It seems okay.
"The style is fragmented, the writing is rough, and it's neither correct nor foreign." The old man's sarcastic words had already slipped into his throat, and he was forced back.
Mr. Gu rubbed his eyes.
He turned the lamp on one side to its brightest setting, and then even turned on the overhead lighting spotlights in the gallery.
The corners of Gu Tongxiang’s eyes twitched.
My first impression was correct.
The lines are natural and the brushwork is harmonious, which gave him a good subjective impression.
"Wait for me on this painting, I want to take a closer look."
After watching it for a few seconds, Gu Tongxiang's heart skipped a beat.
He took a deep breath, then almost trotted all the way, rushing upstairs with an agility that was not suitable for his age.
The old man found his glasses on the bedside of the bedroom, and then ran back panting, leaning over to read the painting, his forehead almost touching the paper in his eagerness.
This time,
Gu Tongxiang really saw it clearly.
Yes,
the one on the rice paper is indeed a beautiful bean flower that has just been painted. The leaves are emerald green, the flowers are purple-red, and the colors are as fresh as if they were stained with dew.
The overall impression is not bad, but the details are handled better.
Gu Tongxiang grew up in an atmosphere where his elders painted Chinese paintings.
Although he also practices Western oil painting, he is obviously closer to Chinese painting and his appreciation level is higher than that of Western oil painting.
The details of my grandson’s colored pencil drawing of a classic Mercedes-Benz car are perfect.
It was so perfect that it looked like it was drawn by a robot. Gu Tongxiang not only couldn’t fault it, he even couldn’t understand how good it was.
However, Gu Tongxiang could completely understand this painting.
Dulwich College does not teach Chinese painting. Gu Weijing’s method of holding and using the Chinese painting brush was taught step by step by the old man since he was a child.
So the old man can even see some intimacy from Gu Weijing's writing style.
Just because he could understand it,
Gu Tongxiang felt that his world view was even more impacted.
"Hey, my grandson's proficiency in using brushes has improved very quickly in the past two months. He's not much worse than me."
"Hey, you can still draw like this here. , so beautiful, wait, come back, how did you draw this?"
"Damn, this was drawn by my grandson"
The old man was a little messy, and his hands were in a mess. Rubbing and rubbing on chin.
"This even looks better than the original work." He murmured something, and made a comment that came from his feelings, but it was a comment that he didn't even dare to believe when he said it.
The original work Mr. Gu Tongxiang refers to is naturally not the original painting by Castiglione in the Forbidden City of Eastern Xia, but the imitation in his shop next door.
Paintings are like this.
There is only one most shocking treasure. The imitations produced by printing machines can only try their best to restore the original but cannot surpass it.
This 11-bean flower picture, because it is an imitation of silk, seems to be only on par with the work that my grandson just finished, and there is no such hand-painted work on paper. sense of layering.
The old man knows the difficulty of Lang Shining's works,
Since imitations are difficult to draw.
Someone so powerful can only be a painter.
Gu Tongxiang’s hair stood up in shock.Coming.
"My grandson is really awesome."
The old man kept a straight face, forced down the surprise in his heart, and barely tried his best to maintain the dignity of his elders.
"The painting is indeed good, eh, but you can't be complacent, you still need to practice more."
Gu Tongxiang is used to criticizing, but as he talks, he can't help but grin. It's open.
Not bad
More than good.
If the artist who painted the picture was not his grandson, the old man would jump on it and start licking it right now.
If an adult painter wants to learn techniques, it is most basic to be able to flatter him.
Whether it is talent or luck, the techniques mastered by painters are precious.
Similar to watercolor painting, adding salt to the painting paper to create snowflake patterns, or adding sawdust to oil painting thinner to create a grainy texture on the skin. This method that everyone knows now would be a step back. In one or two hundred years, that is the secret recipe of the painting school that cannot be exchanged for a lot of money.
An Italian painter relied on this skill to become the Pope’s royal painter.
Especially the tips for using brushes in this new type of painting.
When painters paint, they will guard against outsiders like thieves. In the old society, you have to steal the teacher's advice. If he is discovered, he will be beaten to death and the government will not care.
If you just lick your face and flatter me, you can learn new techniques and wake up from your dreams with a smile.
I haven’t seen those middle-aged and elderly painters who are already known as well-known artists, but they still behave obediently in front of Mr. Cao, and they don’t all want Mr. Cao to give some advice
Of course In the circle of calligraphy and painting, the person with the strongest licking skills is definitely the agent. This is their profession.
Especially when a small agent meets a big painter whose original contract is about to expire, that is called flattery.
The old man looked at the painting, then looked at his grandson, then looked at the painting, then looked at his grandson again. After repeating it several times, he finally couldn't help but giggled twice, "You must really be able to imitate Castiglione." , these paintings are really going to sell out if they are placed in our gallery.”
Gu Tongxiang’s mind has already seen those golden retriever tourists coming down from the Yangon River, waving US dollars and euros in their hands. Looks like.
"I guess someone will come to me to draw a custom painting." Gu Weijing thought for a while.
Serious painters don’t like to make custom paintings, and that’s only true for great artists.
Ordinary small and medium-sized painters have no choice.
Painting portraits for employers, New Year pictures, and birthday pictures with specific themes are all one of the main sources of income for Gu's Book Gallery.
When encountering generous foreign embassy counselors, military attachés, etc., a customized painting can even be sold for three to four thousand dollars, which is enough to cover the entire month's sales.
"No, it can't be like this."
Old man Gu Tongxiang shook his head again.
He stroked the rice paper at hand and took the initiative to deny the emotion he had just raised.Thought: "Forget it, it's better not to show it off. Just keep painting now. The stage for selling your paintings should not be in this small book gallery. Our family is not in a hurry to make this money."
The stage in Yangon is really too small.
Painting is another abnormal profession.
If an unknown low-level painter wants to make a living, he has to sell a large amount of paintings. Selling a large amount of paintings will lead to the loss of your works. The price can't be speculated on.
This is the death cycle of low-level painters.
If you have already sold two thousand cheap oil paintings on the market, sorry, even if the capital group wants to push you, it will be difficult to push it.
For this reason, unless illustrators can break through the circle with the help of modern media, they will fall into the lower reaches of the contempt chain in the painting industry.
In the past,
Customized paintings worth thousands of dollars each might have excited the old man.
But now, especially after meeting Master Cao Xuan, many things that Mr. Gu could not even think about before can now be dreamed about.
He doesn’t want to delay his grandson’s future just to make quick money now.
Longyou Shoal is difficult to perform.
The stage for Gu Weijing’s debut should not be this small calligraphy and painting shop passed down from his ancestors.
Thinking of this,
"By the way, I originally wanted to wait for another two years, but since you are up for it."
Gu Tongxiang suddenly pondered for a moment and seemed to have made up his mind. He made up his mind and said, "Perhaps it's time for some things to be handed over to you."
Gu Weijing saw his grandfather walking to the safe beside the counter, entering the password, and opening the metal of the safe. Cabinet doors.
The old man ignored the cash in dollars and euros placed outside, but carefully took out a mahogany rectangular box from the innermost layer of the safe.
The box looks very old, flat in shape, and has some traces of moth damage in some places, but overall it is solid and complete.
The mahogany box is engraved with an autumn scene of full moon and golden osmanthus using a hollow method, and a couplet of poems is filled with mottled gold powder
The hands of infinite paintings in the world can still be alive in the cold weather. Autumn.
This is a spliced poem.
The so-called splicing poetry is a pastime of old Japanese literati in the Eastern Xia Dynasty.
It is spliced together from one end to the other of Gao Zhan's poem of the Tang Dynasty, "There are infinite paintings in the world, and all the sadness cannot be painted" and Liu Yuxi's famous sentence, "If it falls into the hands of an ordinary painter, the weather can still bring about autumn." .
With this spelling, the rhyme remains the same,
but "can't paint" is changed to "can be painted", and "ordinary painter's hand" is changed to "infinite painter's hand" ", very elegance and contentment of painters.
"You come and take it."
The old man stared at the mahogany box for a few seconds, and then handed over the wooden box in his hand.
The moment he saw the box, Gu Weijing’s expression suddenly became serious..
He did not dare to be careless, and rubbed his hands vigorously on his clothes before carefully taking the mahogany box from his grandfather's hands and placing it respectfully on the table.
Gu Weijing knew what it was.
When my ancestors came to Myanmar from the Eastern Xia Dynasty, they only inherited ten small yellow croakers made of one tael of gold and a mahogany painting box.
The little yellow croaker helped their family survive numerous turmoils and famines.
The last few small yellow croakers were sold by the old man as start-up capital when he was renovating ancient paintings in the 1990s. Gu Weijing’s generation had no chance to see them, but this mahogany painting box has been passed down from generation to generation. Come down.
"Grandpa, why did you take it out? You can't do it." Gu Weijing bit his lip.
The mahogany box contains the seals and brushes of the ancestors.
Rather than treating it as a precious antique Chinese painting utensil, it is better to say that this family heirloom painting box has become Gu’s ancestral treasure. An emotional sustenance.
It has been carefully stored in the safe. It will be used every year when worshiping ancestors. When I take it out, I can’t wait to kowtow and bow nine times.
If he bumped into it, the old man would go crazy.
"It's time. My father passed away early. Your current level is much higher than when I took over this painting box from my father."
Gu Tongxiang smiled. He took out a dry towel from the safe and gently wiped the spotless surface of the mahogany painting box again.
Then he gently opened the small lock on the top of the painting box, revealing the true appearance inside.
The painting box is divided into two layers. The upper layer contains three suet seals and a brass seal, and the lower layer contains five paintbrushes from small to large.
Gu Weijing once heard his grandfather tell the origin of the things inside.
The brass seal is an official talisman, issued by the Palace Painting Academy, with a first-class and second-class letter, and is the highest honor for a court painter in the Qing Dynasty.
My ancestors were only third-class painters.
However, because they were selected as the mission to the Konbaung Dynasty in Myanmar, the sky is high and the road is far away. Mosquitoes and flies plague, peach blossom miasma, pigs The Polong crocodile might end up dying even before it reaches Myanmar.
So he was promoted two levels in a row and was mentioned as a first-class painter, enjoying seventh-level food and salary.
The three mutton-fat seals of different sizes are the private seals of the ancestors. They are respectively engraved with the family motto of diligence and self-reliance, the symbol of the master of the Gu family, and the professional expectations of the pen.
As for the five brushes, they are Wu Di bamboo carving brushes produced in Jiangsu. The five brushes just cover the complete set of tools for painting traditional Chinese paintings.
Antique paintbrushes can be expensive or cheap, depending on the time and place of production.
The market price of bamboo carving brushes from the Republic of China is about US$500. If it is a well-preserved bamboo brush from the Wanli or Ming Dynasty from the Jiajing period, the auction price of each one will be US$680,000.
This set of five brushes has someSome are new and some are old. Although it cannot be dated back to the Ming Dynasty, the latest one is 150 years old.
The five pens here alone are definitely no cheaper than the German master set that Lao Yang gave him, and the meaning is completely different. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft