The size of the painting's heart is not large, only two square feet.
The size of the Han cypress tree is also very small. It is only one foot tall and fourteen or five centimeters wide, which is quite adequate.
There was a big hole exposed at the root of the Chinese cypress tree, which looked uncomfortable.
The main tree has a thick trunk and mottled bark all over. The middle part of the branches is knotted with numerous galls.
There are three branches in the upper part of the tree that reach into the void. This part is painted with a very agile and domineering aura.
Overall, the painting quality of this Chinese cypress tree is average, average to below average.
The idea is also poor.
Generally, those who draw trees use trees as metaphors for people.
Either noble or aloof, ambitious, or alone in the world and not in the crowd.
I don’t know what the author wants to express about this tree?
Bad review!
Big holes at the roots are the biggest downfall.
The hollow roots represent decay, but the trunk, branches and leaves in the upper middle part are painted so vigorously!
Bad review!
The trunk of the main tree and the upper crown are pretty well drawn. But that's it, just passed.
The most outstanding feature is the old bark of the Han cypress tree, which can be awarded seventy-five points.
Other young leaves, buds, galls, and scars all failed.
Especially the seven or eight scars are like the eyes growing on the tree, completely turning the tree into the Hundred-Eyed Demon King in Journey to the West.
So ugly!
Directly above the tree, there is an inscription in small cursive calligraphy.
"I once read Du Fu's poems quickly, and I sighed with admiration for his masterpieces. Now I see the cypress trees of the Han Dynasty in Songyang, and I can't help but chant when I learn to walk. I have been named after Gongsun for a long time, and the Songyue Mountains in Yingchuan are just a stone's throw away..."
The small handwriting in this cursive script is pretty good, with a bit of a feminine feel.
There are ten seals of different shapes, large and small, on the top, bottom, left and right together with the tree trunk and the inscription.
"A few days of leisure to enjoy the mood, a close understanding, a few classics studies, a visit to the Six Art Gardens, a delicious taste, sketching..."
At this time, my painting career was almost coming to an end, and the speed had slowed down.
Expert Luo, who was very close at hand, had almost hit his head on the painting while looking at it. Master Chen Huan on the left was already trembling with his lips, and the hand holding his glasses was also trembling.
Needless to say, these two old guys have figured out the origin and authenticity of this painting.
I've fucking washed this painting like this, and I've barely washed out the material of the drawing paper. If they can't see it anymore, then they can just die.
On the other hand, Lin Hongbin on the right is very stable and has a very high airs.
Lin Hongbin himself has a family background. He has developed good skills through many years of experience in Gubo. In addition, he has been participating in treasure hunting programs all over the country for many years. He has watched a lot of things and has a very calm mind.
"This Han Dynasty painting looks a bit like the one that Rongbaozhai hired someone to imitate during the Republic of China..."
It was already five minutes after I finished reading.
Three old men and three cheap men stood on the left, middle and right, forming horns to surround me tightly. They launched a winter offensive towards me across a shallow strait.
The first person to appear was Luo Ji, an expert from the anti-smuggling team of cultural museums. He first handed down the verdict for Rongbaozhai counterfeit goods in the Republic of China, and then offered some advice: "Teacher Chen Huan, what do you think?"
Master Chen Huan naturally stood and looked at it. He pinched the white beard that he had grown deliberately to resist the cold winter and said, "We have two such Han cypress paintings in our Rongbao Zhai library."
"I remember... it seems that the old shopkeeper asked the old man Qingzhai to make it in 1922. A total of four paintings were made. The size was larger than this. It cost eighteen yuan at that time."
What the *** Chen Huan said in front of the counter was completely fart!
During the Republic of China, there was no such person as Old Man Qingzhai.
The biggest flaw is the eighteen pieces of ocean.
Qi Baishi, the most outstanding artist at that time, could only draw ten oceans of flowers and insects and birds at a basic standard. For eighteen dollars, Uncle Qi could draw a flower and a bird without a tail.
In the Republic of China, please
An unknown painter imitated an ancient painting, and at most it was like five Yuan Datou. It also depends on the quality.
A small-scale painting like the one in my hand would have cost no more than two oceans in the Republic of China.
I had a vague desire to slap Chen Huan in the face, but I still couldn't hold it back.
It took a long journey of thousands of miles to reach Chishui, but it was still far from the Holy Land.
After finally seizing the golden opportunity, we must endure it and endure it again.
Not speaking is the best form of forbearance.
But before forbearing, I still deliberately raised my head and nodded at Chen Huan, deliberately pretending to have a cold and cough, flattened the Hanbotu, picked up a cotton swab and started cleaning it from the sky pole.
If I don't say anything, the other party won't be able to talk to me, and there will be no way for me to follow up on my actions.
This move is very destructive. I will not move even if the enemy moves, and I will remain motionless even if the enemy moves.
I remember that Tao Bozhen's partner at Yandu Antique City was tricked by this trick and his true colors were revealed!
In less than half a minute, *** Luo Ji started talking to himself again, making rude comments about Han Botu.
Words like uncoordinated proportions, poor intentions, sloppy use of ink, and badly beaten seals all devalued Hanbotu as worthless.
Luo Ji's comments about the painting were all right, and the rest were just farts!
This painting is worth more than a penny.
The paper alone for this painting is worth tens of millions a penny.
As for Zhang Zi?
Are you qualified to understand Zhangzi?
Still choosing to raise his head and nod, he continued to cough and stay put.
Luo Ji quickly lost his composure due to the alluring temptation of hugging Pipa.
While being defeated, he quietly raised his head and winked at Chen Huan.
Chen Huan put his fist against his mouth, exchanged glances with Luo Ji, turned his head and glanced casually at Lin Hongbin, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and slowly drew his sword.
"Young man, where did you get this painting?"
I pretended to have a bad cough and pointed to the side.
"This painting is hungry."
The coal generation of farmers from the Taihang Mountains in Laoshangbajiao made a stunning appearance on stage.
After successfully chatting with the coal generation, Chen Huan showed a smile on his face. He pretended to be a great expert and played against the coal generation.
The coal generation told the other party truthfully according to my instructions: "Teacher Chen, didn't you just see this painting? Didn't you say it was fake?"
Chen Huan was embarrassed and autistic when he came out with his arrogant idioms.
