"Unfortunately, after you revised it for me, this work is actually suspected of cheating and not an independent creation."
Sakai Katsuko touched the top of the canvas with her fingers and vomited. Tongue.
"If this is cheating, then if you help me handle the brightness transition between paint colors with your fingers, it is actually cheating."
Gu Weijing said nonchalantly, "You help me I, I will help you, if you don’t tell me, how will I know?”
“Yes.”
Sakai Katsuko nodded slightly and made a sound. Lovely twang.
She doesn’t dwell too much on this issue.
Just like various big galleries and artists always want to use various off-site means and special channels to get their agent painters, close relatives and nephews into art exhibitions.
Cheating ghostwriting is also a traditional part of large-scale art exhibitions.
In an art competition at the primary and secondary school level, without the help of parents or an agency to create portfolios on their behalf, it would be like a Champions League match without the participation of football hooligans.
Lacks some flavor.
So for example, in projects organized by some large galleries to select young artists, the semi-finals and finals all require on-site creation.
Otherwise, God knows what kind of ghosts and monsters will get mixed up among the winning contestants.
The Art Biennale requires the submission of a series of fancy appendix forms such as sketchbooks and studyroosa creative purpose records.
It is also required to prepare a large number of electronic supporting documents including sketches of personal paintings, creation photos, on-site painting videos, etc. to prove that the entries are all completed by the creator himself.
The Singapore Biennale even employs an appraisal team and a work review committee to review and verify the authenticity and originality of the entries one by one.
The effect
At best it can only be said to be better than nothing.
Anything is better than nothing, and completely eliminating cheating is almost impossible.
To put it bluntly, in a painting, to what extent does the outside world intervene to indicate that the contestant has a character problem, and to what extent does it constitute a normal art director?
The academic community does not even have a basic unified standard.
Throughout the ages, ghost painting has been almost completely intertwined with art history. Not only did teachers paint for their apprentices, there were also apprentices who painted for their teachers to fool collectors.
The former is for fame, the latter is for selling money.
Titian painted for his senior brother Giorgione back then, because Giorgione was more famous and his works sold more expensively. At the same time, brothers Titian and Giorgione imitated the works of their teacher Bellini and sold them to collectors in Florence.
The painting styles of some of the works of these three masters are very similar, and even the signatures imitate each other.
Modern museums may not be able to tell which painting is the original.Which one was written by a ghostwriter?
But a little bit.
Often the lower the level, the more art competitions are linked to further studies, and the more common cases of cheating and ghostwriting occur.
Similarly to the famous London Art Academy, which changes its application rules almost every year, the person in charge of the admissions office is almost overwhelmed by the ghostwritten portfolios mass-produced by study abroad agencies when being interviewed by the media. A cry came out.
And big prizes like the Turner Prize and the Venice Biennale.
I have heard about side lobbying, but the scandal of ghostwriting and cheating is almost unheard of.
This is the same as no fool would write a Nobel Prize-level scientific research paper for others.
In short, Uncle Sakai, who has 200 kilograms of fat, did not come to paint for his daughter in person, and he has already shown great integrity.
The mutual help between two young people is not worth mentioning at all in the lotus pond of art, which is never clear.
“You can help me change my paintings and teach me how to incorporate emotions into my works, but all I can help you is to smear the paint twice with my fingers.”
Sakai Katsuko glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table next to her, and her tone was regretful.
"I can see that you are trying to incorporate some kind of floral style into your brushstrokes, but Eastern Xia Chinese painting is not my main specialty."
It is said to be the yard of the Good Luck Orphanage There are two small easels side by side.
What was in front of Gu Weijing was actually a small table.
The paperweight pressed a large piece of cut rice paper on the tabletop, which was dotted with wisteria flowers the size of fingernails.
There are no branches and leaves, only petals.
He has been trying to practice the painting of wisteria flowers on it every day for the past few days.
Hundreds of purple petals have already covered the white paper pages. The breeze blows and the rice paper from the edge of the small table floats slightly, like a flowing purple waterfall.
With tireless practice.
On the system panel, Gu Weijing’s Chinese painting technique experience value has reached v4: Professional Painter Level 1 43,265,000.
There is only one last thing missing from the feeling of the wisteria painting in Ms. Tangning's Hundred Flowers Picture on paper.
He was thinking hard.
Sakai Katsuko can write calligraphy, can appreciate the sea of clouds in Sichuan, and understand the divine light of Emei. She can pick up two sentences at her fingertips, kneel in front of the pavilion, eat Sanqianjia’s refreshments, and listen to The great monk at Sensoji Temple teaches the Myoho-Renka Sutra. Eastern culture enriches her deeply.
But I still have enough respect for the profound and profound Chinese painting.
Every other line is like a mountain.
Outside the Shwedagon Pagoda, she followed the sample album given by her elders. It was no problem to use charcoal strips and brushes to draw lines, but she just asked Gu Weijing to draw Chinese paintings.
The least likely way to cause trouble is to just be a quiet bystander.
"Well, againGive me a hug. This is the reward I can give you. "Sakai Katsuko stretched out her arms, stood on tiptoes, and pulled Gu Weijing's body into her slim and undulating arms.
Bang
Bang
Two consecutive gunshots startled a large number of flying birds.
The woman wearing a blue gauze skirt and a woolen sun hat sat on a chair and skillfully opened the walnut gun in her hand. The 1899 model "Dracon" double-barreled antique shotgun with silver-plated handle and crown double-headed eagle
She used her silk-gloved fingers to pull out the two warm coated balls from the dark barrel. The copper and steel bullet cases were allowed to jump and slide into the grass on the ground, and then two new bullets were pushed into the gun chamber.
Lock the barrel, open the firing lever, and insert the ivory shoulder stock. The woman pressed her hand against her shoulder.
The woman inhaled gently, took aim, and exhaled.
The moment her long breath came to an end, she pulled the trigger. /p>
Dozens of steel balls were pushed by the gunpowder gas, splitting the air at a speed faster than the sound of gunfire, like a heavy hammer hitting the leaves in the woods dozens of meters away.
A fat quail, which had not run away after hearing the constant sound of gunshots, stood on a low branch and looked around stupidly. It was flipped over in the air by deer bullets and steel balls.
It exploded in the sky. With its feathers blooming, it simply planted itself in the soil without even a cry.
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Holding the silver. The butler with the tray placed the coffee cup and waffles on the small table next to the woman.
Just in time to see this precise shot, the butler, who was a quarter of Italian descent, couldn't help but say Italian. It’s human habit to applaud and praise.
“The quail is so cute and you don’t want to eat it.”
The female secretary next to her was not in such a good mood. /p>
She looked at the mutilated body of the fat quail that was picked up by the hound and shook her head with regret.
If the quail didn't want to be hit by No. 12 deer bullets. If the steel balls embedded in the bones and meat chip the teeth, there is obviously no need to eat them.
“Elliot, you know what Catherine and Anne Boleyn are like. Is there any difference?"
The woman shook off the bullet casing, stretched out her hand and patted August the hound's triumphant head as a sign of encouragement. Then she turned her head to look at the secretary and asked calmly.
p>“Well, countries are different. ”
Hearing the lady’s question.
The female secretary Elliot was a little confused for a moment.
Ekaterina was the queen of King Peter III of Russia .
Anne Boleyn was the queen of Henry VIII, Lord of England.
Both queens were known as superpowers in the harem struggle in European history. Dong Xia is probably a Wu Zetian type character.
“Their personalities and habits are different. Ekaterina enjoyed horseback riding, hunting, and journalingIn the story, she liked to chase black bears on the pasture with her guards on fast horses. The queen mother even thought that this habit prevented her from giving birth to a prince. Anne Boleyn, on the other hand, loved gems, high-class salons and the art of painting. So Catherine II became the eighth emperor in Russian history, and Anne Boleyn was beheaded by the guillotine. ”
“I am a cripple and cannot ride a horse. It happens that art is also my true love. So my aunt told me since I was little that in addition to being able to hold a paintbrush, I should also be able to hold a gun if necessary. ”
Anna turned her head and fired again.
The other unfired barrel of the double-barreled shotgun spurted out bright flames, and the sound of the gunshot echoed throughout the Elena Manor. There were repeated echoes between the clouds and the lake.
Elliot fell into silent thought.
Only August was wagging his tail excitedly and making a purring sound in his throat.
After all, the springer spaniel’s job is to hunt.
“This gun was designed by the royal gunsmith of the Habsburg royal family for the 60-year-old Princess Sissi. Christmas gift. The designer spent three years designing and decorating it with exquisite ivory, gold, silver and natural walnut wood. It was one of the first shotguns in the world to use modern custom-loaded deer ammunition. 1899 is the year it was completed. But just before it leaves the gunsmith's hands. Sissi was assassinated during a trip to Geneva. Later, it became a beloved collection of my father's. "
"I was nine years old when my aunt gave me this gun and it was my first time hunting. ”
“Nine years old”
Elliot turned his attention to the weapon in Anna’s hand. This female weapon was not very big among shotguns, but it was close to 80 centimeters. The length.
She imagined her height when she was 9 years old and said suspiciously. ”
Anna said casually, “It’s more like crying and shooting randomly than hunting.” Because even if the loaded bullets are special reduced-loaded bullets with only 13 gunpowder, I can't operate such a huge weapon at all. "
"So much so that a firearms instructor had to be there at all times to support me with his body against my shoulders, so that I would not be knocked over by the huge recoil when shooting. My aunt said that I must finish 30 bullets, otherwise I won’t be able to go home. "
Elliot imagined the scene where a big and round shooting instructor forcibly controlled a quiet little girl crying in a wheelchair and asked her to shoot.
"Miss, although the Austrian country Hunting is not illegal. But if this kind of thing is told, your aunt may be involved in one or two felony charges of child abuse, and you will have to stay in prison for more than 10 years without the possibility of parole."
Female Secretary The corner of her mouth twitched violently.
“Not only that, but my aunt even ordered the male servant to bring an enraged bull and let it charge towards me. Can you imagine sitting in a wheelchair, helplessly watching a semi-mad cow heading toward you at 25 mph?How did you feel when you rushed over? Even though I knew there were guards armed with military rifles nearby, I was still scared out of my mind. ”
“Later”
Well, it seems that this is no longer a simple matter of more than 10 years.
Elliot gave up replacing the grave The noble lady here is calculating whether the sentence is enough for life imprisonment.
What kind of hatred is this?
"At the last moment before I screamed hysterically and passed out, I succeeded. Hit the opponent's head. "Anna smiled softly, and the emotion in her eyes seemed to be more about reminiscence than fear.
"To this day, I still don't like hunting. But I remembered what my aunt used to say to me. Hunting is not about the joy of killing, but about always reminding myself that even as a girl, I still have to remember that I have the determination and courage to pull the trigger on a lion, a brown bear, or a crazy bull if necessary. "
"In the past palaces, a beautiful woman who could only play the piano and draw was just a pastime for men to relieve their boredom on the bed. As cunning as Anne Boleyn, the king would throw her to the guillotine after the novelty wore off. Whether you like it or not, a girl who can shoot a lion with a shotgun is awe-inspiring. At least my husband has to consider the risk of being shot several times from behind before he gets tired of playing with me and goes to find his lover. "
"More importantly, only after the first gunshot rings out, no one will treat me as a child anymore. ”
Bang
After firing the last bullet in his hand.
Anna then began to take apart the double-barreled shotgun and clean it with gunpowder residue thinner The gun barrel.
The skin on her arms is as tender as the Princess and the Pea, but her movements are skillful like an experienced hunter.
Miss Elena took care of it with her own hands. A shotgun, the gun cleaning cloth was brushed from the silver double-headed eagle logo on the handle.
Every part of this old-fashioned shotgun was polished and adjusted by hand, and the smoothbore barrel was also polished. There is no risk of rifling wear, and the service life is very long, so it is still as dangerous and deadly today in 2023 as when it was first manufactured.
Anna has a delicate and emotional character.
But. She is not the kind of animal activist who will cry when she sees an injured lamb, or rush into a steakhouse with a vegetarian banner.
She looks like she is doing harm to the country and the people when she is sitting in a wheelchair. Princess Helen, who had been beaten to death by the men of Sparta and Troy for ten years, until her brains almost came out.
But when she picked up the shotgun, there was an awe-inspiring aura from her body.
Elliot felt in a trance that Princess Helen sitting in a wheelchair had become Athena sitting on a lion chariot
No matter who her future husband was. , any man who dares to treat Anna as a recreational item will probably die miserably.
"I understand, the detective cat is the gun, and the little prince is the bullet fired under your control. At this moment, Sir Brown and the oil paintingThe management is the quails who panic after hearing gunshots in the forest. ”
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