Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona's "Self-Portrait" and shook her head secretly.
In her opinion,
This little girl is really not suitable for studying painting. She can study fashion design, graphic advertising, architectural art, or simply take ordinary cultural courses.
They all have a better future than learning to paint.
The most fair thing about cultural courses such as mathematics, physics, and chemistry is that as long as a student works hard, he can get good results.
Reading is one of the rare good things in life where the effort and reward are almost certainly positively correlated with the result.
However, the same cannot be said for painting.
It's not that Mona isn't smart, or that she doesn't work hard enough... She just lacks the natural aura of her daughter Katsuko Sakai, as this "Self-Portrait" is proof.
A good painter can easily distinguish the priority of the painting.
"Unless the painting is a work that specifically represents a very important identity such as a king, a knight, or a priest, the portrait will always be the most important part of the painting. Miss Sandnu, I can tolerate the deformity of your portrait, the empty eyes, and the lack of facial features. Emotions...I can understand all of these as there is something wrong with your abilities."
"But the most unacceptable thing about your painting is that you obviously spent more energy on the clothes than on the characters. The theme is unclear and the subject is overshadowed. This is not just a matter of ability, but the artistic ideas are wrong. The harder you try, the worse the image becomes."
Mrs. Sakai shook her head helplessly.
This is a matter of talent, the cruelest aspect of art.
It is not impossible for children to make such mistakes when there is no one to guide them when they draw.
But even though she had written the comment of "putting the cart before the horse" in her portfolio, this girl was still confused.
It shows that she really doesn't have the talent to eat this bowl of rice.
"Professor, this is a graduate student from the Royal Academy of Art who gave me pointers on my line drawing." Mona frowned tightly, "He once said that there was nothing wrong with this painting."
"So?" Mrs. Sakai asked with a shrug.
Royal College of Art, one of the top thirty art schools in the world.
It sounds very bluffing, but in the eyes of people of Mrs. Sakai's level, it is still just a child playing house.
There are hundreds of art students who have been admitted to prestigious schools. How many of them will eventually become artists?
"Obviously, he is also a mediocre person with no artistic talent, who is misleading others." Mrs. Sakai said lightly.
Mrs. Sakai has always judged those with or without talent based on whether they can become artists.
The vast majority of ordinary art practitioners and even some mid-range painters are not yet high enough to compete for talent.
It is not difficult for ordinary people with poor talent to become an ordinary painter with a small bourgeoisie or to attend a famous art academy with more hard work.
But if the goal is only set here, it is not worth teaching Mrs. Sakai at all.
"Graduate student from the Royal College of Art... you are referring to Mr. Hank, who graduated in 2009," said the oil painting teacher from Dulwich College who was passing by.
When a celebrity like Mrs. Sakai comes to the international school, not only the students are excited, but they, the oil painting teachers, often bring a small pony into the classroom to listen to the class.
The adult society is even more aware of the importance of such celebrities from artistic families in the clouds.
Making friends with Mrs. Sakai is something that an oil painting teacher wouldn't even dare to hope for. Just being able to attend classes would be great.
The oil painting teacher was immediately impressed upon hearing that he was a senior from the Royal College of Art.
Hank, level 09,
When he was admitted to the Royal College of Art as a graduate student, he caused a sensation on campus, and the bulletin boards were filled with relevant information.
Even if Hank’s undergraduate degree was not from the Royal College of Art.
Compared with Germany and France, the one-year postgraduate programs in the UK are almost the best in Europe, but students who can go out from Myanmar are admitted to such schools.
It is also like the inspiring student who graduated from a local middle school and finally got a master's degree from Tsinghua University. He also came back to Dulwich College to give lectures as a successful person.
"If I remember correctly, Hank should have majored in fashion design." The oil painting teacher shook his head, as if to support Mrs. Sakai's statement: "He specializes in fashion clothing, and such a problem occurred when guiding oil painting , which is considered normal.”
"'My Daughter Georgia', that painting is also..." Mona suddenly murmured.
The oil painting teacher didn't react for a moment.
Mrs. Sakai's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Yes, it is indeed 'My Daughter Georgia'. It's great to think of this painting by Naomi Alexander."
Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona repeatedly, as if she had gotten to know the girl again, and nodded approvingly: "That famous painting is a typical example of putting light on clothes and focusing on people. Even the texture of the clothes has been specially guided, allowing the audience to The focus is more on the character’s face.”
Being able to draw inferences from one instance so quickly.
Perhaps, my judgment just now was a bit arbitrary.
This Miss Sandnu still has some aura.
Mona no longer cared what Mrs. Sakai was saying, she wasn't even listening to the details of what Professor Cruz was saying behind her.
"The main features are overshadowed by the guests" and "the complicated costumes cover up the original characteristics and details of the characters."
This comment was repeated over and over in Mona's mind, like a huge bronze bell beating in her ears. The shock made her brain hurt and her face turned pale.
It wasn't that the professor's criticism hit her too hard for Mona to accept.
It's because - she vaguely remembered that someone once said the same words in her ear.
"Mona...do you remember "My Daughter Georgia"?"
"The colors you painted are too bright and the clothes have too many complicated decorations. This is not a good thing."
"The limbs and body in the picture cannot be connected naturally, as if a pile of wooden blocks have been forced into it."
…
Those gentle voices sounded in Mona's ears one by one.
She remembered that she had been so dismissive of Gu Weijing's "childish" views, thinking that he was overestimating his capabilities and wanted to question the art philosophy of a graduate student at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts.
turn out to be,
She herself is the clown.
Mona looked in a daze, feeling confused, her throat was tight, and she was a little breathless.
How annoying.
We agreed to get together and part ways easily, and not to get entangled with each other. Why are there always shadows of each other in our lives?
"Mona, what's wrong with you? Let's go to the public studio to paint for a while, and then have a meal together in the evening?"
Jerry noticed the pale Mona in the corner of the classroom and came over.
"No, I want to be quiet. You can go and eat by yourself."
Mona said softly.
"You don't look very good. Do you want me to get you a cup of coffee?" Jerry wanted to show off the sunny boy's [boyfriend power] at the right time.
"Forget it, Mr. Jerry, let me be quiet for a while, okay."
Under normal circumstances, Jerry's behavior would be a good bonus.
But now, Mona's mind was in a state of confusion, she just felt like he was flying around like a fly, making her unable to keep calm.
"I'll take you to see the school doctor..."
"Are you done? I said I want to be alone. Mr. Jerry, there is something wrong with your understanding!"
Mona finally couldn't help it anymore, turned her head and shouted in a sharp tone.
Jerry looked embarrassed and stunned.
Say it out loud,
Mona also realized that she was too out of control. She shook her head: "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now."
After saying that,
She ignored Jerry, picked up the schoolbag on her side, shook her arms, and quickly left the classroom.
"What happened? Professor Cruz criticized her?"
Jerry looked at the girl's leaving figure with a blank look on his face.
…
Yangon's wealthy district, Xihe Guild Hall.
Yangon is the richest in Myanmar, and Xihe is the richest in Yangon.
If Laiyada District, which lacks water and electricity, is a city's hell, then Xihe District is the city's paradise.
This is the place where the richest people in Myanmar are concentrated.
Fragrant carriages, famous horses, fine wines and beauties, everything is available, magnificent.
As early as the 19th century, when European colonists first set foot on the land of East Asia, they compared the old palace area on the Yangon River with the streets around the Louvre on the Seine River, calling it the Little Paris of the East.
Xihe Guild Hall is located in the center of the wealthy area.
Not far to the east is Khun Sa's mansion in Yangon. In 1996, the former number one drug lord in the Golden Triangle decided to surrender to the Myanmar government when the situation was over.
For the sake of stability in the north, the Myanmar government did not even dare to extradite the drug lord to Interpol.
A gangster who once monopolized 45% of the world's drug trade and ruled the entire northern Myanmar. At his peak, his net worth exceeded 100 billion U.S. dollars, which was approximately equal to the sum of the top ten drug lords in Colombia. He spent the last eleven years of his life here. spend.
According to Yangon’s gossip tabloids,
It is said that one of Khun Sa's favorite things in his later years was to sit on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, holding a copy of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", smoking an Elephant brand cigarette produced in Myanmar, and slowly watching the sun go by. Not far away, I fell down on the resplendent roof of the Xihe Guild Hall, thinking about life.
Tom Cruise, tennis king Federer, the lead singer of the rock band Green Day...
Xihe Hotel is surrounded by various resort properties of international celebrities in Yangon. It is like a small amber, solidifying the black and white situation of Myanmar and the changing current situation.
It has also changed hands several times,
Now the owner of Xihe Guild Hall is a mysterious wealthy businessman.
As soon as the bald man approached the door of the club, he was immediately greeted by a capable female foreman wearing a custom-made suit and a black headset in her ear.
"this way please."
The female foreman did not say hello to the bald head, nor did she say any polite words of welcome.
She just said something into the headset, and then stretched out her hand to signal the bald head to follow her.
"Brother Hao is entertaining guests at Juyaxuan. He asked you to go directly." The female foreman pressed on the dark wall of the corridor, and the side door slid open, revealing an exquisite path.
In order to ensure the privacy of our guests,
Xihe Guild Hall once hired the famous London architectural design firm Foster and Partners to redesign the internal structure. Various complicated passages separated the small boxes into a grid on a chessboard.
There will never be an embarrassing scene where a guest is discussing a great cause in a private room with a political figure who is instigating rebellion, and then goes out and bumps into a political enemy who is here for dinner.
The side effect is that if you walk alone with no one to guide you, you can easily get lost in these complicated spider web-like corridors.
Of course, a bald man will not get lost.
Many years ago, this clubhouse was bought by Brother Hao for US$230 million. As the important underworld businessman under Brother Hao, Baldhead is already very familiar with this place.
"...Brother Hao, I heard that the judicial department has a special team investigating you, and the person in charge is a senior police inspector from Yangon..."
When the bald man opened the door of the Juyaxuan box, smoke filled the room.
The middle-aged man stood with his back to the door facing the gilded seated Bodhisattva, holding three Zen cigarettes in his hand.
Brother Hao doesn't like smoking, but he has three hobbies.
I love famous paintings, old movies, and thirdly, I like to worship Buddha.
This Burmese underworld godfather looks like a very elegant man, more like a gentle and gentle teacher in school than a street gangster who draws blood and often lives and dies.
Needless to say, famous paintings, Brother Hao started his career by counterfeiting artworks.
Brother Hao's favorite collection is a page of the original manuscript of "The Godfather" purchased at a high price, and a telephoto lens from the Kodak 4037 film camera in the 1970s. The latter was used in the 1972 classic movie "The Godfather" During the filming process, the lens was autographed by Hollywood director Francis Coppola.
As for worshiping Buddha.
This was Brother Hao's habit when he got older, and he even invited two eminent Theravada Buddhist monks from Thailand to give him sermons.
Every time the bald man saw Brother Hao respectfully raising his hands to burn incense, he would feel an indescribable strange feeling.
They, the underworld gangsters, often worship Master Wu Shengguan.
Reading Buddhist scriptures that emphasize the reincarnation of good and evil, and the retribution of life and death, is very... non-mainstream.
Of course, he wouldn't dare to make fun of him, and he wouldn't dare to lend him the courage.
The bald head knew that all those in Myanmar who dared to make fun of Brother Hao would have died long ago.
After approaching the door, the bald head only glanced at the back of Brother Hao who was burning incense, and his eyes fell on the guests that the boss of Juyaxuan was entertaining.
It was a man in a police uniform.
He knows this guy,
He is a deputy police inspector who was transferred from Mandalay to Yangon. He is in his early forties. His father seems to be a division commander in the military. He is a son of an official with a strong background. I seem to be the director or deputy director of the police station. .
Outside, he can be regarded as an awesome person with great hands and eyes.
At this time, in front of Brother Hao, he was reporting on his work like a little follower.
Not all Burmese officialdom has been bribed by Brother Hao. There have always been people who want to touch Brother Hao.
But often it hasn't even started yet. Just like this time, the details of the plan are completely leaked by those who want to please Brother Hao, and the outcome is already doomed.
After hearing this, the bald man wanted to leave the box temporarily to avoid this kind of private conversation.
"Stay here, we are all brothers, there is nothing to be shy about. What's the matter?" Brother Hao waved his hand and said no.
"It's not a big deal. It's just that the Gu Weijing you're interested in is ignorant and out of touch."
The bald man scratched his head and smiled a bit fiercely.
"Originally there is no need to trouble Brother Hao about this kind of thing, but you seem to like him quite a lot."
"So I just want to ask you, since he won't eat the toast, should we remove his arm as usual or tie up his cousin to teach the young man a lesson?"
(End of chapter)
