He seems to have a paintbrush in his heart that can never run out of ink, and a canvas that can be stretched to an infinite length, constantly deconstructing the world in front of him.
Gu Weijing stared at the pillar where the old-fashioned copper wall clock hung at the train station.
As long as he is willing, his mind can automatically split the very elegant and literati scene in front of him into countless intertwined points, lines, surfaces and various color blocks.
Imagine tracing it with different painting strokes.
He could use the staggered gray lines of the pen to draw the gaps between the marble bricks of the pillars filled with cement. The bronze bell used scratching techniques to blacken the picture, using a flat oil painting knife or a sharp The engraving knife is used to whiten and scrape the edges to show the metal color that has been eroded by time and slightly oxidized. You can also simply use the ink whitening method in pen drawing to directly blacken all the dark parts except the bright surface of the object. This painting method Although there is no gray side, there are only two sides, light and dark. But the black and white are clear and the painting has a sense of atmosphere, so it’s good for expressing scenes like this.
A simple marble column can reveal so much knowledge.
It’s not that Gu Weijing didn’t know this knowledge before.
It’s because he doesn’t have the calmness to observe the world and can’t calm down. Every time he writes, he only thinks about completing the current goal. Whether he is preparing for the Singapore Art Exhibition or drawing illustrations for the little prince, he is often working hard. It’s work, life is life.
Occasionally, I will realize that it is the environment that actively affects Gu Weijing, and it is rarely Gu Weijing who actively integrates himself into the environment.
Art comes from life.
If you ignore the state of mind of painting all the time, you will lose the joy of reaping all the time.
Not only the cold marble pillar, but the crowd around it is also a very interesting subject. The shouting and selling balloon guy can use realism to express the vicissitudes and vicissitudes of life etched on him. The temperature of the eyes.
The middle-aged aunt next to her, wearing sunglasses and high heels, swinging her arms in the wind as she walked, formed two extremes in life with the balloon boy.
It seems to have an overbearing momentum, and the composition of this picture has a beautiful contrast.
That aunt
Gu Weijing blinked.
Katsuko had already let go of his hand, ran up in small steps, and threw herself into her mother's arms.
"Mom, why did you come all the way to pick me up? I thought it was just the hotel driver who came." Miss Katsuko buried her face in her mother's neck and nuzzled her playfully.
"Such a big thing happened this morning. Of course I had to run over to pick up my daughter. I must have been scared before."
The blond aunt touched her daughter's face , took off his sunglasses, but his eyes were fixed on Gu Weijing.
Gu Weijing stood quietly beside him, watching the scene of mother and daughter embracing.
When he saw Mrs. Sakai's eyes glancing over, he smiled generously at the woman and nodded.
"Hello, Auntie."
"Hey, this kid"
Mrs. Sakai hummed in her heart.
In the past, when Gu Weijing faced her scrutinizing gaze, he would always dodge with a bit of a petty attitude. She didn't blame Gu Weijing for this.
Young people lack confidence when facing superiors and are always reluctant to make eye contact with them. The teachers in school stare at you with big eyes, and you still feel a chill on your back.
What’s more, Mrs. Sakai has always been the kind of person who is difficult to serve and has sharp eyes.
It is fake to be able to kill people with your gaze, but it is real to scare people to tears.
The blond aunt once said nothing and relied on her sharp eyes, so she filled the tea in her husband's studio with a twisted idea. She wanted to use her beauty to get to the top and save the intern girl from fifty years of detours. I cried.
Not to mention that Gu Weijing is a bit shy by nature.
Even a sensual love-hitter like Taro Osomatsu would look away uncomfortably if Mrs. Sakai stared at him for a few seconds.
But Mrs. Sakai’s eyes were a little sore when she stared at this little guy, but she still smiled calmly and said hello to her.
"What elixir did you take?"
The blond aunt admired Gu Weijing's sudden calmness and demeanor.
Although she is proud by nature, she also has a bit of anger that refuses to admit defeat.
"Gu Weijing, how did you take care of Shengzi? I trusted you, so I gave my baby daughter to you and took her out to play. As a result, I encountered something. Comparing one's feelings with one's own, do you think I should?" You should be angry. In my hometown, it would be very, very shameful for a boy to not take good care of his female partner during a date."
Mrs. Cruz touched the hair of her daughter in her arms with a straight face. , asked Gu Weijing.
"Mom, what happened this morning is none of your business, and he has handled it very well, so I was not frightened. I am already eighteen years old, and I am no longer the one who wants a mother. The little girl is afraid of being knocked down in her arms."
"Miss Sakai, please stay quiet. I will ask Gu Weijing for advice now."
Mrs. Sakai scolded. The daughter, who had her arms turned outward, turned to look at Gu Weijing and pouted her lips proudly.
Children.
What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be with me here?
Since you want to flirt with my daughter, you have to come over and shyly flatter her and say nice things. Only after you make your mother-in-law happy will you be rewarded with the opportunity to take Shengzi out to play.
This is called a seller's market
Gu Weijing didn't know why, but Mrs. Sakai, who had been smiling just now, suddenly became stern.
However.
He had the impression that this aunt always spoke as if she was on gunpowder, and he was not surprised.
"I'm sorry, I will take better care of Shengzi next time. She is also my baby." Gu Weijing said seriously.
He did not hesitate to argue, and apologized directly.
I was very generous when I greeted Mrs. Sakai just now, and now I am very generous when I apologize, without any pretense or pretense.
Not only did these words make Katsuko Sakai's eyes full of love, but Mrs. Sakai even looked at him appreciatively.
Interesting.
Seeing that Gu Weijing's response was indeed pleasant, Mrs. Sakai stopped caring about him, and even, very, very rarely, developed some appreciation and love for this child in her heart.
"Okay, just apologizing is useless, it depends on how you behave next time."
Mrs. Sakai rarely reached out her hand, trying to touch her daughter's hair as if she was stroking it. Gu Weijing's head.
"It took Shengzi a long time to comb it for me."
Unexpectedly, Gu Weijing actually stepped back and avoided it.
Katsuko had combed her hair
Oh,
Mrs. Sakai curled her lips unhappily, a little jealous in her heart. Her precious daughter has never combed her hair as a mother, yet I have raised her like a piece of shit for eighteen years
He only hooked up with my daughter a few days ago
< p>You won't let me touch it, so I won't touch it.I don’t want to touch Matsutaro if he wants me to. My daughter’s soft and slippery hair is not as easy to touch as the two tufts of hair on your head. I can’t do whatever I want.
I don’t know what is good or bad.
Mrs. Sakai demonstrated and rubbed Shengzi's head hard twice in front of Gu Weijing.
"Let's go, Shengzi, let's go home."
If you don't touch me, my daughter won't touch you either.
Hmph.
Mrs. Sakai looked at Gu Weijing proudly, retaliated and stopped her daughter from hugging each other when they parted, and dragged Miss Sakai away.
"The flowers on your face are quite pretty, with a classic style. I asked Gu Weijing to draw them for you."
Before Mrs. Sakai got in the car, she couldn't help but chew her daughter's ears.
"Yes." Shengzi nodded lightly.
"I'll go back and ask your dad to learn how to draw it for me. This is much cooler than getting a tattoo." Seeing no one within a few meters of her, Mrs. Sakai suddenly reached out her hand and gently tugged at Sheng. He took a look at his wife's collar, stretched out his head and glanced down.
"You haven't been sneaked into the bases, have you?"
She asked in a low voice worriedly, for fear of looking at the snowy skin painted with rouge flowers, not just on her face.
"No, no, Gu Jun respects me very much. Well, compared to your boyfriend, mom, why are you like a gangster." Shengzi snatched back her collar and complained dissatisfied.
"Hey, little girl, why are you and your mother so shy? I already told you that girls should be more reserved."
Uncle Alai looked at Miss Sakai and her mother in the distance. After walking away from the fight, he stood next to Gu Weijing and asked, "Do you want to go home?"
"No, let's go to the orphanage first.Send Jasmine back, I also want to propose a toast to a senior today. Gu Weijing replied
The moonlight spilled from the window into the small studio of the orphanage.
Gu Weijing stood alone by the window, holding a cup of hot tea. Looking at the night of the city, looking at the fairy tale book in his hand
The noble work of art cannot be told by critics, it can speak for itself, and the noble soul cannot be restrained by the world, and she will find freedom on her own. .
He read the message on the title page of the Little Prince softly, and passed his fingers through the blue ink on the title page, as if he could feel the tip of Mr. Sloth's pen scratching on the fiber texture of the page. It feels outdated.
Gu Weijing has seen art mottos from oil painting magazines many times since he was a child.
When he logs into the official website of the oil painting magazine, he can also see it in the corner of the eb homepage.
When I first read it, Gu Weijing felt that I had little understanding.
After there were differences and conflicts with the oil painting magazine. , he even felt that this sentence was artificial
Compared with the way their chairman Sir Brown dealt with people
This kind of thing was printed on the back cover of every magazine to advertise his magazine. The high-sounding motto of style has a sense of hypocrisy in saying one thing and doing another.
He felt that Mr. Sloth gave this sentence to him not only as an encouragement, but also out of respect for the Oil Painting Magazine. Humor and irony.
Gu Weijing’s birthday this year is still a few weeks away.
After experiencing the painful decision in the botanical garden, in this spring of April, Gu Weijing still remains. Growing up quietly in the spiritual rite of passage.
Looking back at this gift now, it is a different kind of feeling.
Probably.
Mr. Sloth didn’t send this sentence to himself to satirize the oil painting magazine.
This is also a kind of "but do good things and don’t ask questions." The encouragement and comfort of "Future" was just that he was too young to understand it before he truly experienced inner awakening and transformation.
Extract his subjective dislike of oil painting.
If nothing else, at least when an art criticism magazine was founded a hundred years ago, it was really courageous to take "noble works of art cannot be described by critics" as the founding motto. .
Gu Weijing smiled.
In the corner of the studio was his recent copy of an old church in a thunderstorm.
Looking at the painting, looking at the moonlight, thinking about Christmas Eve in 1876, the same night also enveloped the female painter named "Carol", thinking of the fear and struggle in his heart today, not knowing what Did Ms. Carroll have the same experience?
Destiny seems to be a circle.
The same night in the same church, one hundred and fifty years later. Covered on similar young people
It should be, that one is stuck.Ms. Lore is also a strong painter who will paint her works calmly in the deep night regardless of success or failure
"Senior, you said that in my life I can wait to welcome the sunrise in the east. Time?"
Gu Weijing glanced at the works he copied and asked softly to the soul of a hundred years ago.
His tone was calm, without that anxious desire for success, but with a smile that was indifferent to the challenges of life.
Gu Weijing is no longer afraid.
Even if Carol never waited for the spotlight of the world to shine on her like bright sunlight, she still turned her love for the world and art into flowing lightning and solidified it. On the dusty canvas that no one cares about.
Even if he has not really reached the highest peak of art.
He also has a grandfather who loves him, Mr. Sloth who supports him like a guide, and Miss Katsuko who accompanies him.
He can also be a happy person and a kind person.
Besides, even with just the name Detective Cat, Gu Weijing is actually more successful and much luckier than Ms. Carroll.
As long as he realizes that he already has so many precious and beautiful things, he does not need to be afraid.
"Salute to you, Ms. Carroll."
Gu Weijing raised his teacup to the moon in the sky and took a sip of the bitter tea.
Whether it is an eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony or a tribute to a respectable senior from a hundred years ago, it seems that wine is the only way to suit the occasion.
On his way back, Gu Weijing also asked Uncle Alai to drive to the gift shop on Diplomat Street and buy a bottle of red wine.
There are very few famous Bordeaux wines such as Lafite and Hong Yanrong for sale in Yangon. The most expensive one is an American wine called Screaming Eagle.
A bottle of 1.8 million kyats.
Gu Weijing also made a small impulse purchase.
However, after the wine was opened after the purchase, Gu Weijing thought again that Mr. Cao asked him not to get involved in wine, sex, wealth, and anger, so that he could hold the brush steadily when he was older.
Gu Weijingtian and the people fought for a while.
It probably wouldn't hurt to have a drink; he wouldn't have to worry about Parkinson's for at least another half century.
He finally decided not to break the habit.
Under the social conditions of the time, Ms. Carroll was able to choose to go to the Far East to paint and sketch. She must have been a free and easy woman who would not care about these small details.
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