Gu Tongxiang prefers to paint in the yard.
Gu's Book Gallery now plays classical music and decorates the 200-square-meter finely decorated facade like a small art gallery.
In fact, the main thing is to look elegant and delicate.
It is used to do business with petty bourgeoisie customers.
The main target groups of modern small galleries and light luxury cafes across Yangon are foreign tourists and the urban middle class with good incomes.
When times were bad in the past, we didn’t have this condition at all.
Go back thirty or forty years. At that time, those who painted traditional Chinese paintings in Myanmar were almost the same as those who talked about cross talk and sang duet.
You have to be grounded.
Everyone carries folding tables, chairs, and the four treasures of the study every day, and finds a popular place on an overpass or park to set up a street stall and paint on the spot.
After painting, shout, and after shouting, paint again.
At the end of the day, you can earn three melons and two dates from the crowd watching the excitement to support your family.
When Mr. Gu got rich, he met the French-Burmese man who traded small yellow croakers for ancient paintings among the onlookers in the park.
In recent years, the income has been better than before, and Gu Tongxiang is getting older.
The old man could now sit in the gallery with peace of mind and no longer run around in the wind and rain.
Old habits die hard,
He still doesn’t like to use the professional studio at home. Instead, he prefers to set up a long table in the yard and paint in the open air according to his old habit.
It just rained yesterday and the air is fresh.
Gu Tongxiang felt that it was a bit like the empty mountain after the new rain. When he got up in the morning, he wiped the table and brought rice paper and paint. He spread painting tools on the long table and painted for a while as a morning exercise.
Old man Wu has sharp eyes.
When I caught a glimpse of the half-painted peonies on the rice paper and saw the paints on the long table, I immediately guessed it.
"Forget it, Lao Gu, you are asking for trouble."
"If you want to be healthy, don't worry about anything." Old Man Wu curled his lips and said A health-preserving jingle.
"At your age, do you really think that if the old tree can't bloom new flowers, why are you holding on to Lang Shining? If we don't have the ability, we have to accept our fate."
Wu The old man's words were completely well-intentioned.
As an old neighbor who often comes and goes,
he knew that Gu Tongxiang had once planned to imitate Lang Shining, and they had been fighting for a while.
After trying for a long time without success, I became honest.
Unexpectedly, this obsession was aroused again.
Old man Wu thought, why should this guy be at odds with himself?
As people get older, they can no longer compete with their lives.
It’s really not worth it if you keep working hard and don’t see any hope. If you don’t talk about it, you may be tortured by the thought of not getting what you want and lose a few years of your life.
"It's okay. In ancient times, Huang Gongwang studied at the age of 52At the age of 84, he painted the picture of living in the Fuchun Mountains. Recently, Picasso painted until he was almost ninety, Cao Xuan and Yayoi Kusama did not put down their painting brushes. ”
After receiving Gu Weijing’s guidance, Gu Tongxiang began to find a sense of fusion painting.
Gu Tongxiang can clearly feel his progress in the past two days compared with before. .
He is learning well now, and he is a little reluctant to obey.
Mr. Gu stroked his bald forehead with his palm and raised his neck. “I feel like I’m still young compared to them. I can still paint for a few more years at this age. ”
“Damn, I’m bah”
Old man Wu, who is also a famous figure in the ninth stream of society, said a dirty word without hesitation.
< p>He was immediately amused by Lao Gu's arrogance."You deserve to be compared with these people and be laughed at by outsiders. This year I met Master Cao Xuan several times near the Shwedagon Pagoda, and he really regarded himself as a person. "
"Let me tell you, in normal times, even if you meet Master Cao's disciple, you have to bend down respectfully and call the teacher, and they may not be willing to pay attention to you. Xiao Gu, do you think this is true?"
Old Wu took a puff of his cigar and glanced at Gu Weijing next to him.
Gu Weijing touched his head and said nothing.
“Xiao Gu, if you have nothing to do, please give your grandpa some advice. I never thought he was so out of character. Don't think about all these things. I still want to live with him for a few more years, play chess for a few more years, and beat him for a few more packs of cigarettes. "
"Just because you are such a bad chess player," Gu Tongxiang retorted.
Gu Weijing shook his head when he saw two elders teasing each other in the yard.
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He could only smile and said softly, "I think it's good for the old man to have a hobby. My grandpa has made great progress in learning this kind of painting. "
"Huh, I've become amorous so you can just spoil your grandpa. When he can't figure it out and falls ill due to depression, you'll be happy. ”
Old man Wu became even more unhappy when he heard this.
He lightly slapped Gu Weijing on the back who was pouring him tea, stood up from the horse and joined him. When I came to Gu Tongxiang, I still wanted to persuade him.
"No need, I understand your kindness. "
Mr. Gu waved his hand and raised his chin slightly towards the pile of rice paper on the long table, with a very arrogant expression, "Go and take a closer look at what three days of separation is." "
"No, you are serious"
Old man Wu is really a little puzzled now.
Looking at Gu Tongxiang's proud look, is he thinking about it? The way out is here
Old man Wu is a little unconvinced.
“Don’t say I look down on you. Among those big guys from the National Artists Association who have real skills, Castiglione can’t just imitate them. Even Vice President Miao may not have this ability. ”
Myanmar National Art Association, the superior department of Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association.
It is directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Culture of the government. It is also the highest courtesy that the artist group in this land can receive in official status. It is a national treasure.
No matter how poor Myanmar is,
it is also one of the top 30 countries in the world in terms of population, and its population is actually quite large.
There are 50 to 60 million people. In the whole country, the dwarf can choose the general. If you choose one among the tens of millions of people, you can choose some famous painters in total.
This is how Vice President Miao became a famous painter.
The National Artists Association has two vice-presidents, one is an important member of the Ministry of Culture, and the other is him.
Vice President Miao once developed in Paris for a period of time.
Fortunately, I signed a contract with a third-tier gallery in France, which has some international reputation.
There is even a recommendation homepage for him in the buyer's column of the oil painting magazine. The recommendation index is two stars, which is half a star higher than Taro Komatsu's one and a half stars.
He has also won awards at local city biennials in Myanmar, which is incomparable with major exhibitions such as Dongxia and Japan. However, in Yangon, he is also a major artist in the martial arts world.
"Vice President Miao mainly paints oil paintings and watercolors, which doesn't match Castiglione."
Mr. Gu smiled, walked over, and gently covered the few pictures next to him. All the rice paper together is unfolded.
In addition to the peonies that have been painted on the table, there are also peonies, chrysanthemums and gardenias that were painted yesterday afternoon
"Brother, let me open your eyes."
"Oh"
As the rice paper came into view, Old Man Wu called out softly and his expression changed slightly.
Looking at the chaotic flowers in front of him,
The expression on his face that was one part curious and one part looking at a joke froze in an instant.
It seems
very chewy
The feel of the pen and ink on the rice paper in front of him is similar to the failed imitations he had seen by Old Man Gu. Totally different.
"What magic elixir have you taken?"
Old man Wu was so shocked that he wished he could put a light bulb in his mouth.
"Just say yes."
Gu Tongxiang rubbed his hands and looked at the old neighbor who was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. His whole body felt comfortable, and he felt light and airy from every pore in his body.
It’s more refreshing than having a bowl of sour and spicy Shan noodle soup just before playing chess.
"It's really good, it tastes good."
Old man Wu looked at the rice paper in front of him and felt unbelievable.
"It's really amazing."
Old man Wu tapped the paper with his finger, his tone still full of confusion, and he was itching in his heart "How to draw this?"
Gu Tongxiang didn’t want to share the precious painting skills that his grandson had learned.
The old man acted like a master from outside the world and ignored the other party at all.
The less he spoke, the more anxious Old Man Wu became.
Overjoyed to see Hunter Xin, the old man seemed to have ants crawling in his heart.
Among the old neighbors who have not seen each other for decades, Mr. Wu has always felt that he is the one with the highest artistic achievement on the tourist street along the Yangon River.
Although the calligraphy and painting are similar, they cannot be directly compared.
But everyone is a member of the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association.
Gu Tongxiang is only a special consultant of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and he himself is a permanent director. Doesn’t this make him a better person?
The old man is very particular and never talks about it. , it is inevitable that I still have a little vain sense of superiority in my heart.
He has always prided himself on being the only one among old men of his age.
Even when he danced in the square, there were old ladies vying to be his dance partner.
In the end
This Lao Gu wants to keep up with the big news.
"If you don't tell me, I will look at it myself."
Old man Wu moved to the side of the peony flower that was not completely finished, and wanted to draw the edges of the petals that were not yet finished. Use the pen at the office to research the name.
"I don't believe you can figure out anything if I let you see it." Gu Tongxiang was happy when he saw Old Man Wu's look.
In order to study Lang Shining's works, he went to the Forbidden City on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and walked around a lot, but he didn't see the reason.
The other party just looked at it twice and wanted to study it and understand it, which is simply nonsense.
Old man Wu stood like this for several minutes. He wanted to comment several times, but he looked confused and didn't know what to say.
His cheeks bulged up and down, like a confused old frog trying to figure out how other toads could eat swan meat.
This is Lang Shining, the number one master of palace painting in the Qing Dynasty
How did Lao Gu draw it?
Master Lang Shining didn’t want it For the sake of face
In the end,
Old man Wu reluctantly gave up.
His specialty is calligraphy, he knows how to draw and loves painting, but his painting skills are mediocre, far behind Gu Tongxiang.
It is really difficult for him to reverse the painting method.
"Lao Gu, we have always had a good relationship."
Old Wu pondered for a moment and suddenly sighed, raised his head, looked at Gu Tongxiang on the side, his eyes changed. It's strange, as if the old friend has become unrecognizable.
"I want to discuss something with you." A smile instantly appeared on the old man's face.
"You say it first" Gu Tongxiang became alert.
"Let's give a lecture. The Yangon Association still has some funds and can give you a special lecture." Old man Wu said with a smile.
The threshold for holding an art exhibition is too high. Many times, when artists show off their painting techniques and art philosophy, they like to hold lectures or something like that.
Rounding things up,
This is also equivalent to the youth version of a personal art exhibition.
Don’tNot to mention, it is quite satisfying just to be a role model to other colleagues on the podium.
"Don't tell me."
Gu Tongxiang's head shook like a wave.
“I don’t want you to talk in vain. Well, the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association is qualified to nominate several members to the National Artists Association this year. Of course, I definitely don’t have the right to decide. Whether to approve or not depends on others. But I thought, if you give a lecture, I will organize activities for you and add your name to the nomination list this year."
Old man Wu said seductively.
The National Artists Association is much more valuable than the City Artists Association. The qualifications are strictly reviewed and the number of people is much smaller. Old man Wu himself didn't even join in.
He knew that Gu Tongxiang had always been coveting the opportunity to be nominated by the National Artists Association.
Gu Tongxiang was really moved for a moment.
Their family has been proud of being a court painter for generations. Now in modern society, being able to join a national-level art association is almost the same.
If it succeeds, Gu Tongxiang will have an explanation after painting all his life.
This is the right ancestor.
But then I thought, this is the painting method that my grandson worked hard to study, why should he let outsiders learn it?
“It’s not worth it.”
Gu Tongxiang still held back his heartbeat and shook his head in refusal.
"Oh, I said, there is no store like this after passing this village." Old man Wu still didn't give up and continued to seduce, "I'm talking about Lao Gu. Let's not hide our secrets. Although your painting is really good, I think it is just a little bit of Lang Shining's spirit."
This is also the truth in Old Man Wu's heart.
In the works in front of me, Gu Tongxiang’s brushwork is indeed of an eye-catching level, but it seems that he is not mastered skillfully, and his brushwork is still sluggish.
There is an uncoordinated sense of fragmentation in many aspects.
Old man Wu believes that this is because the method that Gu Tongxiang figured out is not perfect yet.
“The best imitations of this level can be hung in your gallery and sold to tourists. If you want to become famous for this, you don’t have the publicity channels of other professional galleries. "It's a good thing."
"I think the theory of painting is still inexperienced. Why don't you share your experience with everyone and think of it as a contribution to the local calligraphy and painting industry? ”
Old man Wu really wasn’t coveting other people’s painting secrets, but he felt that it was something Gu Tongxiang had finally figured out.
In the future, if Gu Wei fails to learn the scriptures, he will be taken to the grave.
What a waste.
"I don't have the channels, but my grandson will have them in the future."
Gu Tongxiang shook his head and said resolutely, "Besides, the reason why I can't draw well is because I just learned from the teacher." It took two days to draw like this, and the theory of painting is not green at all."
Teacher
Old man Wu was surprised that Lao Gu had a teacher.
Didn’t he develop this painting method himself?
I just went to Thailand for a tour, why did he start to not understand the world after returning?
"It's not a teacher. You have a teacher who hasn't heard about the great people in our Yangon. You have met a god to ask for a dream."
Wait.
"It can't be Master Cao who instructed you, how did you lick it, old man?"
This thought popped up, and Old Man Wu was so jealous that he almost swallowed his tongue.
Could it be that Mr. Cao really gave me a few words of advice
Old man Wu believes that Master Cao must be at this level.
However, if you reach this level, if you continue to follow the old path of Castiglione, you will be suspected of cheating.
Why should I mention Gu Tongxiang?
How many great artists are crying and begging Master Cao Xuan for a few words of advice.
Who the hell is this old guy? It can’t be because Master Cao finds Lao Gu’s bald head particularly pleasing to the eye.
“Don’t make blind guesses.”
Gu Tongxiang waved to his grandson Gu Weijing who was standing aside, “No, my teacher is right there.”
Old man Wu looked at the young man next to him who was grinning at him, and then at Gu Tongxiang, feeling really unhappy.
"If you don't want to say it, forget it. It's boring to do it this way."
He thought the other party was making fun of him.
"I'm not kidding, I'm serious."
Gu Tongxiang waved to Gu Weijing, half to show off, half to seriously point to the flowers on the rice paper in front of him, and said He said, "My grandson, the calyx of my painting is bubbly. It doesn't feel right. Let me show grandpa where the problem lies."
Gu Weijing looked at the rice paper for a moment, and then compared it. I took a look at the relatively simple Western-style heavy color chapter in the summary of the essence of Castiglione's new body painting that I told my grandfather.
He probably has the answer in his mind.
Gu Weijing stretched out his finger and pointed at a detail on the screen.
"The ink lines here"
"Stop."
Gu Tongxiang raised his hand to stop his grandson's explanation, looked at Old Man Wu, smiled, and pointed Refers to the door of the courtyard.
"Brother, I don't want to chase you away, but everyone knows that the Dharma is not taught to the six ears. When you teach your students how to write big characters, you don't want others to hear the essence of it."
“Yes, I’m an outsider now.”
Old man Wu rolled his eyes, “Calligraphy mainly relies on practice and copying, not as much as painting. My son doesn’t want to do this. There are not many students. If Xiao Gu is willing to learn how to write big characters, he can come to my place every day and look at it, and I will never chase him away."
Old man Wu muttered. Still reluctantly moved.
He went to the door of the yard and stood still, squinting at the actions of the grandfather and grandson.
"Just pretend."
WuThe old man held the rolled cigar in his mouth and watched the show with cold eyes.
Xiao Gu’s talent is indeed good, but at this age, it’s hard to say whether he can write articles with just a brush and understand it.
The reason why he was willing to give Gu Weijing an association status was because he wanted to take care of his younger generations.
Old man Wu never regarded Gu Weijing as a truly mature artist.
As for what people say, Mr. Cao praised Gu Weijing, which is indeed remarkable.
But Old Man Wu is very clear about the virtues of people in the art circle.
In order to gain fame, gossip changes as it spreads around. Sometimes it is unintentional, and in more cases it is even intentional.
Giraffes are spread by word of mouth. , can be blown into a unicorn.
This is especially true for artists.
Mr. Cao probably just nodded casually, and the rumors were infinitely exaggerated.
On the contrary, Old Man Wu envied and admired Gu Weijing.
No matter how the other party licks you.
Is it Master Cao who licked, or someone from the Yangon Shwedagon Pagoda Cultural Relics Management Bureau, who was able to add his own name to the back of Mr. Cao Xuan, the No. 17 mural.
It’s really awesome.
To be able to achieve such results is not just a licking dog, but a wolf warrior. It is indeed admirable.
But Old Man Wu thinks he knows very well the actual level of ordinary high school students.
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