Now counting Chris's one, there are a total of eight works on the table.
However, there is one first prize, two second prizes, and three third prizes. There are only six winning places in total. After retaining Chris's predetermined quota for the time being, it is equivalent to eliminating two more books from the remaining seven.
This made it very difficult for the judges.
"I think the plot of this painting is too...bizarre. Although the brushwork and techniques are very sophisticated, they cannot hide the problems in its theme, and it is still slightly inferior to other works." A certain judge said He was the first to comment as restrained as possible.
However, another judge expressed the exact opposite opinion.
"We are painters! Excellence in painting is the decisive factor."
"There are indeed some problems in the plot of that book, but they are not to the point of being inconsistent. The excellent picture composition can completely make up for it. It is unfair to exclude it just because of a small flaw!" That book was his. No matter what he said about the most promising works, he would not agree to eliminate them.
"The plot is the most important!"
"Painting is the most important thing!"
The dispute that had just been settled not long ago showed signs of recurrence.
Wayne took the fuse book away from the two of them and flipped through it casually.
"Why don't you two take a look at Chrissy's work first? After relaxing your mind, maybe you can make a more objective judgment." He persuaded.
He had roughly browsed through these books, and he basically knew the pros and cons.
It's not because I prefer Chris that I think she has talent in painting, but because of her skills and imagination, her style is indeed unique in this era where the exploration of various routines is still lagging behind.
Just like after eating an extremely delicious heavy-flavored dish, eating ordinary dishes will feel boring, Chrissy's creation has exactly this taste.
I don't know if it was out of prejudice, but he felt that these judges had subconsciously ignored Chris's works and focused entirely on the few works that were selected from a large number of submissions, so he felt a little unfair.
"Well……"
The expressions of the two judges were stiff for a moment, but with Wayne's recommendation, they finally reluctantly picked up the copy of Chris's custom work that had been ignored by everyone.
Seeing them flipping open the cover and quickly immersing themselves in the story, Wayne smiled to himself.
Ignorant mortals, accept the dimensionality reduction blow from modern concepts!
It didn’t take long for an exclamation to be heard in the selection room: “With this… such a superb level… how could there be such a genius?!”
Everyone else in the room was immediately attracted by this surprised voice.
When he saw the obviously more delicately bound paper pages in this man's hand, someone suddenly showed a strange expression that was complex yet clear.
Could it be that even he... finally succumbed to the power of the powerful and chose to flatter himself against his will?
Then Mrs. Cherry came over and said, "Well, I seem to have found a very good work. I'll come and take a look too."
Next, the others saw very clearly that the face of this well-known lady changed several times in a row, and her eyebrows became more and more solemn.
"this……"
…
On what principle are the so-called geniuses in the world based on?
Cherry was once again confused by this question.
She likes painting very much.
Because only painting can make her feel that she is in control of everything.
What will appear on the blank canvas depends entirely on her thoughts.
She can boldly choose novel colors and boldly highlight the theme of rebellion, without having to continue to force herself to be a puppet in the hands of others.
Only when she concentrates on painting, the body of "Cherry" becomes an independent and free person.
But despite this, she still felt that she didn't have much skill in painting itself.
She simply enjoyed it and practiced hard when she had nothing to do.
Although she is indeed famous now, and many people regard her and her paintings as guests, she also knows very clearly that most of the praise is not due to her own strength, but to Behind me...
The more she understands this, the more she wants to prove herself.
If there is any wish for Cherry as a "person" - she wants to draw more powerful paintings so that everyone can see her true strength.
This was her only selfish intention, after abandoning all other delusions.
Putting down the drawing in her hand, she felt a little lonely.
Is it lucky or unfortunate to have such a genius right in front of us?
It is indeed gratifying to see outstanding works that transcend the era; however, being in the same era as such a [monster] will only make all other painters eclipse.
"This should be the first prize."
Mrs. Cherry said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Hearing that even she said this, one judge after another took Chris's submission seriously, and one after another showed indescribable expressions.
It's hard to say whether I'm happy or unhappy.
"A work of this caliber is beyond my ability to judge." Finally, someone broke the silence. "I also agree that this should be the first prize."
As he spoke, the man looked at Chris, who was sitting An Ran at the other end with no expression on his face.
"Miss Chris, you should have taken it out earlier... If we really only rated it as the third prize, it would be a travesty of our professional capabilities."
Chrissy shook her head.
"The lowest prize is fine, I have my own plan." She still insisted on her original idea.
“The most important goal of this call for submissions is to discover painters who can produce stably in the long term, but for me, doing this is just out of interest.”
Saying this almost made it clear that she would not be working in this industry for too long.
After receiving this unreasonable explanation, the judges' eyes became more complicated.
It is true that for her, awards or bonuses are not attractive, but——
"But wouldn't this be a waste of your talents and talents..."
One of the judges reluctantly persuaded: "If you continue to work hard, you will definitely become a great painter!"
"Well..." Chris's response was a little helpless in her anguish.
"Whether it's great or not...isn't what I'm pursuing."
She said with a faint smile: "I just want to do things that interest me, even if it's painting."
"-It's just a tool I use to experience life, not my life itself."
