"I told you before that a gentleman's virtue cannot be contaminated by wine, sex, wealth, or anger."
Mr. Cao was holding a paintbrush and his wrist was hanging in the air, as if he was looking at the Guanyin on the mural.
He did not rush to finish writing, but whispered to Gu Weijing.
"The qi here refers to bad habits. It is naturally better not to touch bad habits, but the painter cannot live without a qi accumulation in his chest as a support."
"This anger is the righteousness of seeing the world is unfair and wanting to draw a sword to help. It is the anger of seeing the country broken and the people displaced. It is the joy of being named on a gold medal list and the wedding room's flowers and candles. It is also the bleak energy of seeing old trees withered and thin horses in the west wind... …”
Mr. Cao hissed: "A soft-tempered good gentleman cannot be a painter. Without this desire to see the excitement in his chest, the picture scroll will have no soul to support it, and it will not stand up or stand."
"This is emotion. Painters are human beings, and the biggest difference between humans and machines is that we have emotions, and we can also inject our emotions into paintings to infect and impress more viewers."
"A painting has no emotion, leaving only an empty shell, and most of the meaning of the painting disappears. Then it is better to be a photographer. The click of the shutter is faster than the detailed tracing of your strokes. too much."
"Please remember, the second lesson I teach you is that skills, knowledge, and emotions complement each other to create satisfactory works."
Mr. Cao stopped talking and silently stared at the pale eyes of Master Guanyin on the mural.
Skills, the old gentleman has reached perfection.
Legend has it that the great masters of Chinese painting could use the finishing touch. Zhang Sengyao, a great painter of the Liang Dynasty, was said to have the finishing touch and fly away from a wall.
He is good at concise and varied painting methods.
Zhu Jingxuan said in "Records of Famous Paintings of the Past Dynasties" - Painter Zhang Sengyao used his free brush strokes to dot the pommel horse, paint flowers and water, and the smaller ones were either a little bit on the head or a touch on the tail...
Mr. Cao planned to imitate the ancients and use smart and freehand brushwork to add the finishing touch to this mural.
Knowledge,
In his life, he has walked through no less than a thousand ancient temples in the mountains, and has seen countless paintings of Bodhisattvas and ghosts by famous artists of all ages.
The reason why he spoke to Gu Weijing was not only to give guidance to his younger generation, but also to wait.
Judging from Mr. Cao's experience, the gaze of Guanyin in this painting should highlight a feeling of compassion, peace, solemnity and majesty.
Therefore, the inking of the pen tip must be just right. If it is too dry, it will be dry, and if it is too moist, it will be smooth, both of which are not good.
Mr. Cao is waiting, waiting for the ink on the pen tip to reach a point where it is neither dry nor wet, just right.
As for emotions.
When he was nine years old, he studied painting from a great master of Jiangsu and Zhejiang painting in the late years of the previous dynasty.
He had seen the glamor and beauty of the ten-mile foreign market in old Shanghai. He had painted the most fashionable champagne parties in modern clubs, and had painted portraits of Jewish senior executives who rode in Rolls-Royces in and out of ballrooms. I once shed tears and picked up my pen to record the joys and sorrows of the ordinary people living in the death camp next to the towering Art Deco building in the concession.
He has been slandered, ridiculed, and looked down upon by art critics. He once became famous with his paintings in Venice and was vying for it with collectors waving tens of millions of dollars.
Mr. Cao has seen all the troughs and peaks that a person can experience in his life, including the ups and downs. When he reached old age, he became accustomed to calming down and became a Buddhist layman who played the piano and read the Golden Sutra.
This visit to Yangon may be the last time that Mr. Cao writes.
He was very grateful to fate, for all the suffering and joy that fate had given him, and for coming to Yangon this time and meeting such an interesting little guy, which might bring a perfect ending to his career as a painter.
Such a young child said he tried out the paint formula himself.
Does Mr. Cao believe it?
Of course I believe it.
In the art industry, talented people are so unreasonable. Masters who want to establish a sect, how can they do it without some aura.
He even regarded this as a gift given to him by fate.
"Bodhisattva, open your eyes."
Mr. Cao said something silently in his heart.
I saw the little old man lightly tapping the pattern with a paintbrush, and a pair of compassionate and majestic eyes appeared under the eyebrows of Master Guanyin in the center of the mural.
Gu Weijing took a step back sharply.
It's hard to describe this feeling.
Even though he was born in a family of calligraphers and painters since childhood, Gu Weijing has always felt that the so-called finishing touch is just an exaggerated idiom, just bragging about a painter's superb skills.
In essence, it is no different from false legends such as Kuafu's pursuit of the sun and Jingwei's reclamation of the sea, which everyone knows are myths.
Painters are not magicians.
Just click your eyes and the dragon will fly away. How is that possible?
But at this moment, although the Bodhisattva on the mural in front of him did not step out of the mural, the whole painting really seemed to have come alive.
He could even personally feel the Zen spirit coming from the ancient Buddhist temples in the murals.
A heavy bell sounded in the distance.
In an instant, everything was silent, and Gu Weijing could hardly tell whether the bell was coming from the temple not far away or from the painting.
There is really a religious solemn and solemn feeling like a Bodhisattva opening his eyes and the devil retreating.
"Amitabha."
A young monk who came to the temple to help pack away the brushes and desks happened to see this scene. Although he was by no means a professional art scholar, at this moment he truly felt the shock of the Bodhisattva opening his eyes.
The monk sat cross-legged on the spot, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name in Burmese. He seemed to have some enlightenment and actually started meditating and practicing on the spot.
This is the artistic appeal a master can create!
Can painting actually reach this level?
Gu Weijing was extremely shocked.
"Whenever I feel that I am somewhat of an artist, seeing my teacher painting makes me realize how insignificant I am."
Lin Tao sighed on the side.
In his impression, even Mr. Cao's paintings did not often achieve such good results.
What's more, painting on a hard wall is more difficult to render with sufficient emotional appeal than painting on paper, silk, or linen canvas.
Mr. Cao himself was not too excited about painting such a wonderful work.
He just looked at the effect of the whole picture calmly, nodded slightly, and saw that the main Buddha, concubines and empresses had already completed the repairs.
Mr. Cao thought for a moment about the ladies and imps in the second seat. He seemed to be tired and seemed to have lost interest in continuing to draw.
He handed the brush back to Gu Weijing.
"You go ahead and draw, while Lin Tao keeps an eye on it."
"Okay. Teacher, please rest. My apprentice, I will teach you."
Professor Lin Tao agreed wholeheartedly.
Faced with the teacher's favoritism, he has now figured it out.
Since Gu Weijing is going to become his apprentice, Mr. Cao is partial to himself when he favors this boy.
"You are not yet 18 years old. Have you prepared a portfolio to apply for college?"
Mr. Cao suddenly asked.
"Professor Lin Tao wants me to go to CAFA and his studio. If possible, I would be honored."
Gu Weijing looked at Lin Tao, and when he saw the professor nodding, the stone in his heart fell to the ground.
Don't take bean bags without waiting for dry food.
Look at Lin Tao's submissive appearance in front of Mr. Cao, but it also depends on who he is competing with.
In normal times, if I were to say hello to a painter like my grandfather, it would be hard to say whether he would be willing to agree.
This kind of master is willing to accept him as his apprentice, and he has no right or reason to refuse.
It is no exaggeration to say that becoming a disciple of Master Lin Tao would save me ten years of hard work on the road of art.
It's your honor to be favored by others, so don't be shameless.
"I feel bad."
Lin Tao was about to happily touch Gu Weijing's head to express his satisfaction, but when he heard these words, he suddenly froze.
Because it was Mr. Cao himself who spoke.
