"The topic of our thesis is the painting picked up on the street. Perhaps at a certain moment in history, in a certain timeline and a certain way of opening the world, Ms. Carroll became the history of Mary. With a name as great as Stevenson's, we saw such potential in that old old church."
Sakai Katsuko sighed lightly. "Unfortunately, those wonderful possibilities did not happen. There is no page in the history of art that belongs to her. There are no bustling queues of tourists in front of the bulletproof glass in front of the museum, admiring her works with longing eyes."
“In the real story, some of them are just an old painting that is covered with dust on the street and sold at a low price.”
There are too many bitter stories stained with blood behind the history of art. There are speculators who are good at profiteering and become famous for a while, while there are also masters who are good at pen and paper and disappear in the vast sea of people.
The best painter is not necessarily the best, and the best painter is not necessarily the best.
This is a cruel paradox left to artists by fate.
"So, Gu Jun, why did you pick up the paintbrush at the beginning of your life?"
Gu Weijing was stunned.
He originally thought that he was a person with firm goals and dedication to his art.
When asked by Shengzi at this time, he suddenly felt a little dazed.
What is your artistic intention?
Become a great painter.
This seems like an obvious answer.
Mr. Sloth said that children are the shadow of their parents.
He and his father, who went to Paris to start a new life, have very different attitudes towards the art of painting, but their attitudes towards life are not necessarily similar.
Gu Weijing has also had these thoughts of revitalizing his family business, getting rid of the fate of poverty, and becoming a true master.
I want him to be so immortal that he takes pen, ink, paper, inkstone, a pot of wine and a pot of tea, and goes to the mountains and fields to be a poor hermit and an expert, just to paint his paintings well.
This kind of thing is too difficult for him.
But is what he wants just to be a successful person in the worldly sense and sell a painting for hundreds of thousands of dollars or a million dollars?
Dang Gu Wei Jing earned his first ten thousand US dollars and his first one hundred thousand US dollars in his life through the little prince.
Looking at the entire year, maybe this number will become one million US dollars.
Of course he was very excited and happy.
But it seemed that he was not as excited as he imagined to the point of being unable to sleep at night.
Gu Weijing discovered that what he enjoyed was the sense of gain from improving his skills, the sense of satisfaction when he drew the cover painting of the Little Prince that was both physical and spiritual, and the behind-the-scenes of the publisher paying the million dollar check. The sense of recognition it represents.
Money is very important to Gu Weijing, but when he really saw the numbers accumulating in his account, he calmly donated it..
People, sometimes it is really difficult to accurately distinguish what they really want, and they confuse the process of pursuit with the result of pursuit.
"Why did you pick up the paintbrush at the beginning of your life?"
Gu Weijing followed Sakai Katsuko's voice and sank into his own heart.
He remembered that when he was in an empty ancient temple, looking at the exquisite and beautiful murals on the white walls of the Shwedagon Pagoda, he felt an uncontrollable urge to write. .
I remembered my subconscious rejection and disgust when faced with the vivid promises made by Brother Hao’s men, how they relied on money laundering and hype to build him into a national artist in Southeast Asia.
I remembered that when I was a child, my grandfather Gu Tongxiang, who still had black hair, held his hand and clicked the first plum blossom on the paper, and the smile from the heart on his face. .
Gu Weijing kept sinking and sinking in the lake of his heart.
Step back in time.
Scenes in his life flashed before his eyes. Various scenes seemed to be like a short book that he flipped through quickly, and finally settled on the dark night just after the Spring Festival this year. A dull afternoon.
Before he got the system that could change his life, he still chose to refuse the invitation from the underworld group.
And that may have been the most realistic path for Gu Weijing to become a great painter in this barren land.
In the past, Gu Weijing longed for a successful career day and night.
At this moment, he suddenly realized so clearly that success was good and important, but there were still some things that were more important in his heart than wealth and social status
He He wants to be a good person and paint his paintings well. This is his biggest desire to embark on this path.
When Sakai Katsuko's fingers caressed Gu Weijing's chest, she felt the heartbeat coming from between her fingertips became soothing and long.
She felt that Gu Weijing understood.
Sakai Katsuko never thought that he would be hesitant and confused before this question.
From the day-to-day interactions, from the serious and calm eyes of this boy looking at the canvas, from his stubborn research on every word when writing a thesis, he can collect the literature, just to get rid of "stuck". The historical truth that no one cares about represented by the letters "Lore" is closer to the time.
Miss Sakai already understands Gu Weijing’s attitude towards art better than she does herself.
In fact,
A painter who is only obsessed with marketing himself and utilitarianly rushing towards success will not be as distressed by the flowers in his paintings as Gu Weijing just did. .
Only a pious person would be willing to devote such effort.
Those who are in authority are confused and those who are onlookers know clearly.
Now is a good time for him to recognize himself and stop being confused.
"So Gu Jun, there is nothing to be afraid of, right? We just need to draw our own paintings well.The rest, whatever. But do good deeds without worrying about your future. ”
When every artist first picked up a paintbrush, he was a child looking at the stars in a watchtower.
When they were young, either under the guidance of their teachers or in their free time, Looking up, I saw the majestic and charming art galaxy.
They have been dreaming about it for the rest of their lives.
They continued to grow, take exams, sign contracts with galleries, and participate in art exhibitions. The process of climbing higher is like constantly climbing up the watchtower, passing through the layers of evening fog, and getting closer to the stars.
It’s just that there are too many people climbing, so it’s wrong. Climbing the watchtower became the pursuit itself.
The moment the clouds dissipated.
They were obsessed with comparing their status on the tower and neglected to look up. Appreciate the quiet, beautiful and shocking starry sky.
A painter will encounter too many things that make people anxious, and there are many things to compare with in order to determine the status of the watchtower. p>Compared with teachers, connections, and luck.
Compared with who has better relationships with galleries and media, and who has stronger marketing and promotion capabilities. They are all excellent painters, who can be featured on the cover of an oil painting magazine?
There are too many external conditions that make the painter helpless.
The quality of the painting is just a matter of time. A small link in the chain of comparison.
The helpless people are always restless, they are just a small particle of sand in the torrent of failure.
Those who want to succeed are afraid of losing.
Painters who can calm down are usually devout believers in art itself. The world is constantly changing.
They just want to paint their own paintings well.
“Shengzi, even I can’t tell the difference. When I was young, I first picked up the paintbrush. At that time, whether it was for myself or for the happiness of my grandfather, would it be impure?" Gu Weijing asked.
"Van Gogh and Goya once wanted to become a priest, and Manet thought As a lawyer, the reason why Reano turned to painting in the first place was simply because the income was higher than that of his apprenticeship in an Oriental porcelain shop. As long as you have a pure desire to paint well, it doesn't matter why you pick up the brush. ”
“Becoming a great painter like my father is also the motivation for me to paint.”
Sakai Katsuko put her cheek on Gu Weijing’s chest pitifully, and specially took the Citing an example, "Our desire to paint well is originally composed of many factors. ”
She knows that it is because of the gap between her original family.
Sometimes Gu Weijing is like a persistent artist, and sometimes he is like a scared child, always worried that he is not as good as others. .
“Classmate Gu Weijing, you are really an excellent person. If it weren't for you, I might still be painting some empty and boring works. I went overLife is like a glass marble. When I meet you, this marble has a rainbow spiral in the middle. You are the highlight of my heart. Ten thousand Kosatsu Taro can't compare to this. What do you have to be afraid of or feel inferior to?"
"Fear"
Gu Weijing felt the warmth from the smooth skin on his chest, Shengzi's body was very warm , as if turning into a pool of hot water, about to melt into his body.
“You ask me what my greatest desires and fears are. Shengzi, are you willing to listen to what my fears are?
Miss Shengzi lay on his chest and rubbed it gently, "As long as you are willing to talk to me, I will always be willing to listen." However, I can actually guess it. ”
“I’m worried about failure. "
Gu Weijing touched Shengzi's hair.
"Since there are so many aspects of the painter's fate that are not determined by him, or even by the painting itself, if I really I am a person who cannot reach the highest peak of art, so what should I do? Your mother asked us to support you to go on, but what if I can’t do it?”
Shengzi said, but do good things and don’t worry about the future. .
But this is not easy for Gu Weijing.
It is tantamount to letting a sensitive person tell others about his greatest fear and cowardice. He took off his clothes and showed them to others.
But Miss Sakai was so gentle that he was willing to tell the other party these deep-seated emotions.
“My mother threatened you. "Huh?" Shengzi frowned slightly.
"Not really. Auntie once made a three-chapter agreement for me, and promised me to be with you after completing certain goals. Later, my aunt never mentioned these things again, but I can tell that in your mother's heart, Shengzi's other half must be an extremely dazzling man. I can draw well, but whether it shines brightly or not is something I cannot decide. I think she would be disappointed if I couldn't do it. "
Gu Weijing said softly.
"No way. "Miss Sakai shook her head.
"Do you think I will succeed? It turns out you have so much confidence in me. "Gu Weijing smiled.
Sakai Katsuko stretched out her hand and smoothed it under the eye mask. You can still see the eyebrows wrinkled with worry.
"No. , Gu Jun, I mean, if you shine brightly, you are my lover, if you really can't reach high places, you are also my lover. What I like is you. Whether you can succeed or not is not the cornerstone of our relationship. If you can't shine the world, you can also be my rainbow. "
The girl seemed to remember something.
She smiled slightly and whispered into Gu Weijing's ear, "If you are really worried about my mother. Let me tell you a secret, my mother is actually a very sharp-tongued person. She is much more emotional than she appears on the outside. As long as you really work hard, she won't blame you. ”
Emotional
Gu Weijing recalled the person who asked him toWhen they met in the office, she told Professor Cruz very arrogantly that if his work could not sell for ten thousand dollars, he would not be allowed to touch her daughter.
I really can’t associate that mean mouth with the word “emotional”.
"Let me tell you a story. I have mentioned to you before that my father also encountered similar problems when he was young. He was in a similar state of mind to you, failure, being judged by critics, and self-esteem. There was a vicious cycle of mutual suspicion. At that time, his contract with Eiro Ohta was only half a year. Large Japanese galleries are more expensive than European galleries, and they sign long-term contracts, but galleries generally have the right to unconditionally terminate the contract after the first half year. If you can't push it, just pack up and get out, don't lie under their golden signs."
"So behind every successful painter in Japan are the bones of losers. My father almost died. He became such a loser who was abandoned by the gallery. "
"It is very difficult for a painter with no foundation like him to get a contract from a big gallery like Daejeon Art Gallery, but it doesn't matter if he screws up. No gallerist would give him a second chance. His life was tied to that dozens-page contract, and he was losing it little by little."
" It was the darkest six months of my father's life. He was scolded by critics and the gallery canceled promotion. He wanted to participate in the Yokohama Art Exhibition, but was rejected even for the entry audition. Later, his self-confidence often collapsed. An hour, an hour of staring at the canvas in a daze, because his mind was blank and he couldn't even write a draft."
"At first, the agent hired a psychiatrist for him, and then the agent hired him. They all gave up on him. My mother took him to Sensoji Temple to burn incense, and that’s when the conversation where the Zen master lectured him happened.”
Sakai Katsuko spoke in a calm tone.
Gu Weijing listened with rapt attention.
He vaguely heard on the Internet that Uncle Sakai before he became famous was criticized by critics for not having his own characteristics.
I just didn’t expect that Professor Kazunari Sakai, who had a broad heart, a fat body, weighed 200 pounds, was worth more than his weight in gold, and had unlimited fame, would be so depressed back then.
"Later, your father listened to the Zen master's lectures and became enlightened. He is also very wise." Gu Weijing said in admiration.
"No way. Didn't I tell you? He doesn't believe the Kyoto monks at all. He thinks the old Zen masters are talking nonsense."
Sakai Katsuko Tilted his head.
"At that time, he bought a basin of charcoal online, and he decided to die the day he got the gallery's termination notice." Please remember to collect, the latest and fastest website to read for free without anti-theft