"Hey, that's quite loud."
Teacher Wattle raised the corners of his mouth and whistled cutely.
He felt a little amused.
He knew Gu Weijing’s level.
It’s true that your skills improve quickly, and it’s true that you draw well, but you have to follow the basic logic no matter what.
We are also people who have seen the world. It is not
it is not that Watter has never seen such a truly heroic gift.
Dulwich College stipulates that teachers are not allowed to accept gifts of more than $20 in any form.
The heaviest student gift that Professor Wattel received was a thank-you gift from a fat father when his son was admitted to Cornell University.
Two bottles of wine and an ice blue Buddha pendant.
The wine is bitter and unpleasant.
Foreigners don’t play much with emeralds, but with jadeite.
At the time, Wattel thought the pendant was just an ordinary gadget.
He was still cautious and went to the school’s external teacher to teach jewelry appreciation to get a price estimate.
When I found out what kind of ice this thing was, it actually cost several thousand dollars.
Walter spent a night of battle between heaven and man, and finally the dignity of a teacher prevailed, so he honestly went to the principal and used the school's official channels to return the gift.
He found out later.
The fat little dad who looked like an ordinary man with a wilted head and brain turned out to be a large emerald mine owner.
Two bottles of local palm wine for less than three dollars, paired with gifts that could buy a truckload of palm wine, were sent together in the same inconspicuous bag.
The end is the informality of the rich.
But the person who gave him the opportunity to "realize his dream" seriously said that this was the first time in his life that Professor Vatel had seen such a confident student.
"Have confidence."
Vettel could even guess what the other party was drawing.
His dream.
Otherwise, the other party would have drawn six million pounds on the paper for him.
Otherwise.
Of course it is nothing more than the realistic landscape painting of "Museum Island", which is the dream goddess he has been pursuing for ten years but cannot find.
What if Gu Weijing really drew a check with "6ion" written on it and gave it to him.
Vettel quite admires this guy's sense of humor.
If it’s the latter.
To be honest, this thing itself is so humorous.
No matter how good Gu Weijing’s painting is, he is still on par with Watter’s own level, or even slightly lower.
Realistic painting and freehand painting are different.
Whether it is Fauvism or Cubism, the latter is a painting method that pays great attention to inspiration and emotion.
It’s not that technique is unimportant.
Techniques are always the foundation of all painting schools.
Without a foundation, there would be no tall buildings. Matisse and Picasso, these abstract painters, all have very good line skills.
A large number of famous artists who play with the concept of painting are themselves masters of realism.
But at least in the field of painting that plays with abstraction and "spiritual essence", it takes three years to become a blockbuster, and five years of inactivity to achieve success in one day.
Originally an ordinary painter.
Perhaps you suddenly become enlightened and shoot a very impressive picture, or you stuff too much money and the media boasts that you are very impressive.
This logic is correct.
But if the media reports that some unknown realistic painter went out to collect works, looked up at the moonlight one night, and then took a magic pill, his realistic techniques improved greatly, and he was completely transformed.
It is not a big problem to deceive laymen.
But insiders will laugh at you for being stupid. At least you are too unprofessional, and you don’t even follow the Basic Law when you praise others.
The realistic style of Walter's main work is a step-by-step "internal boxing". There is nothing fancy, just practice.
Techniques will never deceive people, nor will they get something for nothing.
There are traces to follow every step of the way.
The improvement of a freehand painter is achieved through enlightenment.
The improvement of a realistic painter is the upgrading of fighting monsters, including the direction of career.
Artists who purely pursue "conceptual art" will succeed or fail quickly.
If the right hype spreads, the transaction record of the work may go from tens of thousands of dollars to millions of dollars, maybe in just a year or two.
But when the bubble bursts, it only takes a year or two to go from being the darling of the spotlight to a talent that no one cares about.
Whether you are a painter or an art investor, everyone is riding a roller coaster with your heartbeat.
As for artists who adopt a realistic style, they slowly and steadily climb up the ladder.
Technical improvement and career trajectories are often continuous.
From being nobody's favorite, to being slightly unknown, to being famous, to becoming famous, and finally becoming a superstar, he has climbed up step by step along this trajectory.
There is something to give.
If you walk slowly, you will stand more steadily during the ups and downs.
Even Titian, Turner, Menzel and Picasso were all prodigies who became famous at a young age and were praised all over the city.
But studying the resumes of these people, you can find that they still followed a very steady path when they were young.
No different from ordinary painters.
Be interested in art, study, be valued and supported by local wealthy businessmen or priests, study, be sent to the Academy of Fine Arts or a master's studio, study, participate in art exhibitions, study, become a cardinal or the favorite of the royal family The painter is nothing more than the most normal journey to heaven for a great artist from the old Western era.
Including the improvement of techniques shown in the works, there are also traces that can be followed slowly.
JustThe slowness of geniuses is as fast as lightning to ordinary painters.
For many professional painters, the thresholds and bottlenecks that are difficult to overcome in their lifetime can be overcome in just a few months, or even a week or two.
This is true whether it is in terms of technique or career path.
But no matter how fast it is, there has to be a process, right?
“Huh, I’ve been painting for ten years, and you just brushed it and jumped over. How is that possible? You are riding a rocket. "Take off." Walter took a sip of his beer and commented, "You are still young, your heart flies faster than your skills."
Vettel grinned.
When the ball came to Kimmich’s feet, the Bayern captain chose to pass the ball to Thomas Muller in the frontcourt. The No. 25 German international held the ball and broke through into the frontcourt. Was he able to successfully pass the ball and was cleared? Crossed the bottom line.
When I turned on the TV, the game had already started twenty minutes.
"Hmm"
Vettel was holding a beer and watching Wolfsburg resolve an exquisite attack by Bayern Munich, licking his lips with some regret.
Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but look at the note posted on the door of the workroom.
He originally wanted to do nothing, think about nothing, and just watch the ball quietly.
That’s right.
At this moment, Vatel's curiosity was really piqued by Gu Weijing.
He mainly wanted to see how this student, whose painting skills were improving at such a rate that he felt like eating sour grapes every day, could boast and go bankrupt.
"Young man, if you are praised a few times, you will be a little impetuous."
Vettel will definitely not be angry about this.
Children have good intentions.
He made up his mind that no matter how good or bad Gu Weijing's paintings were, he would make a special effort to praise him the next time they met in school.
I would like to say that I have learned a lot from the other person’s works and the paintings are so good.
Conceit is a virtue for artists.
At least conceited and narcissistic artists mostly have strong personalities.
Many times what keeps a painter persistently on the road of art is the paranoia and confidence of believing in oneself for no reason at first, and believing that "I am the best" for no reason.
Which painter was a child.
I don’t believe that I will become the next Leonardo da Vinci or the next Picasso
It’s just that their spirit will continue to wear away as they grow, from extracurricular classes in primary school to middle school From the art class to the art academy of the university, among more and more talented painters, they gradually became invisible to everyone and even doubted their life.
Vettel was very kind-hearted and hoped that Gu Weijing could keep the energy in his chest for a while longer.
Want to come.
In ten or twenty years, if this past event is brought up again, both parties will find it very interesting
On the TV screen, the referee and the players got into an argument because of physical contact, and the players from both sides started pushing and shoving.
"I'll take a look and draw, and I'll be in time to take the corner kick when I get back."
The sketch teacher said to himself in his heart.
He put the beer bottle on the cabinet on the side, shook his head, casually put the note at the door in his pocket, opened the door to the workroom, and walked in.
"I was also such a confident kid back then"
Vettel recalled that when he was young, everyone was sitting on the school bus with sandwiches, milk and tomatoes in their schoolbags. During the spring outing, I was led by my teacher to visit Museum Island.
The past is still vivid in my mind.
At that time, he innocently and fearlessly pointed to the magnificent building on Museum Island that looked like a fairy tale, and said with his hands on his hips, "One day, my works will also be placed there."
Isn’t it?
It’s a pity that there is no excellent teacher like him to comfort and encourage him.
Crack.
Professor Vatel let out a sigh of frustration mixed with pride, touched the power switch on the wall of the workroom, turned on the light, and leaned his head to look at the table top.
"Oh, eh, eh"
The deep and heavy sigh suddenly changed into a strange tone.
It is as if the violinist's bow is dragging from the g string to the thinnest e string.
Terribly, with doubts about the world.
Walter stared at the work on the table that he was familiar with.
Familiar composition, familiar framing, and familiar lines and structures. The only thing that is unfamiliar to me is the unfamiliar intimacy with the slim and elegant architecture in this work.
It seems like yesterday is back again.
The sunlight penetrates Berlin's unique clouds and fog, slides down from high in the sky, and is refracted among the water waves.
The mottled red bricks of the Neues Museum in Berlin stand against the mottled sea of clouds in the sky with mottled solemnity. It was built between William I and William II, only 150 years ago.
This is not a very old building in old Europe.
But it stands in the center of Berlin, witnessing the era when Zweig’s fire of civilization illuminated the entire world, and also witnessed the street lights in Europe being extinguished one by one during the war, and an entire generation No more chaos and madness reignited.
Heroes and criminals, revolutionaries and careerists, emperors and soldiers, artists and poets.
Bismarck, Moltke, Rosa Luxemburg, Einstein, Menzel and Wittgenstein, countless names well known to the world, have all passed under the huge circular porch.
It was destroyed twice by war and rebuilt twice.
So it's old enough.
Walter silently stared at the surface of the watercolor paper, which just perfectly solidified the dusty colors of the world, and every trace of bricksThe blue smoke, every trace of weathering, every trace of dust and ash are all rendered just right.
The glass is inlaid with a heliocentric, like a flowing mercury flame.
The Spree River that is flowing next to it is covered with a quiet light blue color, as quiet as a huge piece of satin.
That is a painting.
But the sketch teacher can completely imagine the way those same colors, the same sunlight, and the same dust shake off from the drawing paper and fall on the collars and hats of generations after generations.
You can also imagine it.
The way it looked when it fell on him.
Professor Vatel seemed to have traveled through a long time tunnel, with decades of time flowing backwards.
The picture once again brought back memories deep in his heart. He seemed to have turned into a boy wearing school uniform and shorts, getting off the school bus and looking at Museum Island for the first time in his life.
There is a childish declaration in my ears.
The smell of fresh tomatoes floats on the nose.
A distant bell rang in the distance.
“Damn it.”
Wattel stared at the painting on the table in silence for half a minute, then cursed softly, “I know it, I know it, I know the street The Heineken beer sold in the small shop is unreliable."
"Shit, this fake wine is harmful to people. It has drugs added in it."
"It must have come from Thailand. "Leaf wine"
One of the key points of life in Southeast Asia is to never drink anything unreliable.
Especially because Thailand next door has now become a country where leaves are legalized.
There are often a variety of drinks, beers, cocktails and even fake wine with added leaf ingredients. Aboveboardness is spread in various restaurants and tourist shops.
If tourists are not careful and do not pay attention to the signs above, they can easily fall into this trap.
Vettel felt that he must have accidentally fallen into a trap in order to take advantage of a few dollars, which caused his head to be high and messed up.
It's not that his head is messed up.
This world is in chaos.
Otherwise, how could he see such a painting on his desk?
Crack.
Walter turned off the lights in the workroom with a bang and stared at the wall with wide eyes.
A long time.
He found that his heart was beating very fast.
Nonsense.
Seeing such a piece of work on the workbench, his art teacher's heart was beating so fast, that was outrageous.
However.
Vettel found that he did not seem to have the urge to see strange little fluorescent figures dancing, or to use the window of the workroom as a goal to volley with great force.
Hmm
It seems that there is nothing wrong with my mind.
Then, there is only one answer left: Something seems to be wrong with the world.
Professor Vatel’s heart beat faster.
He took a deep breath, slowly pressed the switch on the wall, and turned it on gently.
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