There were more than a dozen palettes placed at Gu Weijing's feet, each containing different shades of paint.
Not just a palette.
His clothes, arms, and backs of hands were all covered with sticky paint. Some of them were accidentally rubbed on, and some of them were painted on the back of his hands to compare different formulas when he was mixing paints.
This made Gu Weijing look a little scary, plus he kept mumbling the names of paints that others couldn't understand.
He even feels a little crazy.
Gu Weijing was completely immersed in painting at this time, immersed in the world of the grand and solemn "Dharma Protector and Worshiping the Buddha".
This kind of color mixing, contrasting, and coloring work gives him the pleasure of playing chess with his ancestors.
The paints at hand are numbers, the notes in my mind are formulas, and the colors on the mural in front of me are the answers given by ancient painters.
This kind of step-by-step problem-solving and the reflection of the answers really made him feel good. The secretion of dopamine in his mind made him forget the time and where he was.
Everything was silent, and there were only paints, brushes and the mural in front of me.
"Holy shit, who the hell are you?"
What interrupted his continued happiness was a rough shout, and Gu Weijing felt someone pulling on his back.
This made him almost apply a streak of paint to the face of Vajra Arhat on the side.
Gu Weijing turned around with dissatisfaction and saw a somewhat bald middle-aged uncle wearing a project management badge.
"Lao Yang?"
He finally broke away from his own world and recognized the identity of the person in front of him.
Lao Yang is Mr. Cao's current assistant. He studied art and switched careers to become an assistant. He is also the general manager of the project staff.
Don't underestimate the personal assistants of painters. Many of them are professional art students.
Some are hired by the painters themselves, and some are provided by contracted galleries.
The difference from an agent is that an oil painting agent usually has many painters under his supervision, ranging from established masters to up-and-coming painters.
However, personal assistants often only work for a painter for a long time.
If a painter is famous enough, a personal assistant can also earn a lot of money.
Depending on the contract, the painting agent and the painter's personal assistant together may account for 7 to 20 percent of a painter's total income.
Lao Yang - if he can be the assistant of a great painter at Cao Cao's level, he can be regarded as the emperor in this field.
Traveling all over the world, no matter Hong Kong, Tokyo, Paris or WYN, I am called Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, Monsieur Yang, the gallery owner and art tycoon.
Not to mention how much money he can extract from Mr. Cao's contract.
To put it bluntly, even if he didn't work in vain for a penny, after a hundred years, Cao will rely on his accumulated vision, connections and relationships, and some of the world's top galleries are willing to offer him a seven-digit salary to be their agent.
After Mr. Cao finished worshiping the Buddha in the afternoon, he was about to finish coloring the mural No. 17.
Lao Yang habitually came back first to check and check the painting tools, brew the tea to a suitable temperature, and if he used paint from tin tubes, he would simply rub the paint with his hands.
The high-end pigments used by Mr. Cao rarely cause the powder and peach gum to separate from each other.
But Lao Yang is a professional art assistant. He is used to doing everything by himself, from arranging art exhibitions to daily necessities.
Celebrities in the old society were cared for by servants before they went on stage every day—someone took care of the teacups alone, someone took care of the hot towels...
Lao Yang does not feel that his work is inferior to others.
He receives a high salary just so that many painters who are disabled can do everything comfortably except painting.
Having said that, if Gu Weijing had an assistant like Lao Yang, the frame-up by Tanaka Masakazu would never have happened.
As a result, when Lao Yang returned to Mural No. 17, he saw such a scene that drove him crazy.
"Gu Weijing?"
With Lao Yang's professional level, although he had only met him briefly, he had not forgotten this young man who had attracted the attention of artists before.
"What the hell are you doing here? Is there something wrong with your brain..."
The corners of his mouth twitched, he was furious, and he opened his mouth to curse.
It is common to criticize people in the art field, but painters are often withdrawn and introverted. They do not know how to respond when they are criticized by art magazines or peers, and it is also disrespectful to curse.
At this time, an assistant like Lao Yang appears.
The assistant sprays, the agent sprays, online, offline. If you are unhappy with the spray, you have to hire your own magazine writer to continue the spray with the other party.
Your market value is sprayed out sometimes.
In his early years in this industry, Lao Yang developed a good ability to criticize people. After becoming Cao Lao's assistant, there was no one to criticize for a while, which made him feel a little lonely as a master.
He doesn’t troll everyone. Generally speaking, as the middle-aged and older, the less famous the artist is, and the painter who has never participated in an international biennale, the less burdensome Lao Yang feels when he trolls.
As for those outstanding young painters who show off their talents, Lao Yang will give them a thumbs up.
Although there are very few people in the art industry who can really become painters, and most art students will go to IT companies to do game CG or something, but what if they become famous.
Normally, when it comes to people like Gu Weijing and Master Lin Tao, Cao Lao's apprentice, they all show their willingness to lead students. Faced with the situation where the other party is likely to become Mr. Cao's third generation disciple, Mr. Yang stopped complaining and greeted him with a smile.
Very snobby,
It's also very real.
Lao Yang is only forty-six years old this year. He is not too old in the art world. He plans to switch careers as an oil painting agent when Mr. Cao completely retires. He may still have a high-income career of twenty years.
He didn't want to offend the potential rising star painter.
The probability that an ordinary art dog can become a famous painter is one in ten thousand. If he is admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, it becomes one in one thousand. If he can enter the studio of a painter like Lin Tao, it becomes one in one hundred. If he can become Lin Tao In this way, only one-tenth or even a fraction of the old professor's disciples can inherit the mantle.
But now, when he saw Gu Weijing scribbling on the wall with a paintbrush, he no longer cared about so much.
He felt that Gu Wei was finished.
Not only is he finished, but he might be finished too.
He knew that Mr. Cao had put so much effort into this painting.
Mr. Cao is a very serious person about painting. He may be very kind in other aspects, but in this regard, if he says he won't tolerate you, he won't tolerate you.
Even if Mr. Cao doesn't pursue the matter, this is a huge stain on himself.
"Fuck you [beep]——"
Lao Yang roared in his heart.
"Who gave you the right to draw it here?"
He was anxious.
"This is a task assigned to me by the staff."
Gu Weijing replied, still looking at the mural.
"Shit...this is Mr. Cao's painting."
Lao Yang is also a human being. He knows that Gu Weijing is either crazy or has been deceived.
But it is meaningless to talk about this at this time.
"Okay." Gu Weijing nodded.
"What the fuck are you doing now?"
When Lao Yang saw Gu Weijing painting on the wall with a paintbrush, he felt that this guy was probably crazy because he didn't know his last name.
"draw."
"Stop, why the hell are you still drawing, stop."
"no."
"no!"
Lao Yang's temples were beating suddenly, and he felt that his blood pressure was rising uncontrollably.
He raised his arms, trying to pull Gu Weijing away. Looking at Gu Weijing's hand holding the paintbrush, he was afraid that the other person would paint the ancient relics on the wall.
"Stop, stop, I order you to stop!"
Lao Yang roared.
"no."
Gu Weijing refused again.
But this time he said a few more words: "Now the wind is strong and the humidity changes greatly. The time difference and precipitation of the suspension of coloring and solidification of the paint may destroy the overall effect of the entire painting. I may not be able to achieve the same result if I mix the paint again. This has the effect.”
There is no such thing as oil painting, because oil painting itself uses layers of pigments with different adhesion and expressive powers. For example, for the final assignment of Gu Weijing's Yangon International School art class, the model oil painting was made after the first draft, a layer of paint was left to dry for a week, and then another layer was applied.
Even if there is a slight color difference that is covered by the next layer, there will be no difference.
If you really feel it's not good enough, you can clean it off with a drawing knife and paint again.
But Chinese paintings and murals are different.
Especially for this kind of historical monument, the inside of the wall is like a wafer biscuit, so care must be taken in daily maintenance.
If you dare to use a painting knife to shovel sticky paint, it will definitely tear down the original ancient mural and drop debris.
So that’s what you draw for the first time.
This is also the reason why Lao Yang is so panicked.
