Chapter 194 Association Members

Style: Romance Author: apricots and pearsWords: 4814Update Time: 24/02/20 09:18:01
on the trading market,

Obviously they are all paintings created by the same great artist in a similar painting period and have similar sizes. Logically speaking, the selling prices should be similar.

In fact, counterintuitively, there is often a price difference of several million dollars or more between these different individual works.

The reasons for this fluctuation include differences in historical background of creation, popularity in the eyes of the public, and exhibition resumes.

The biggest influencing factor is the artist's creative state.

The poor performance of some pictures is objectively caused by artists trying new painting methods that they are unfamiliar with, or by occupational diseases such as occasional attacks of wrist arthritis.

And some... they really didn't want to draw properly.

Even when Picasso was in his forties or fifties, his art style was already very mature, and he was even the most famous painter in the world at that time.

But it is still easy to find some poorly painted works.

Gu Weijing thought that his skill in painting these paintings might not be much better than his current one.

The kind of work that clearly looked perfunctory, he speculated, might have been due to a lack of money and money, so he finished the painting casually and still gave it to the art dealer.

They are all paintings signed by Picasso.

Is it the worst type of work, an ordinary work, a masterpiece, or a super famous painting like "War and Peace".

The difference in perception they bring to collectors may be greater than the distance between Guo Degang and Liu Yifei in front of others.

The price range can range from a low of 10,000 US dollars to a high of more than 200 million US dollars, and the difference can be more than 20,000 times.

usually,

In the 1940s, if you bought Picasso's works with your eyes closed and sold them half a century later, the average return rate could be more than 10,000%, almost a hundred times.

But if you have particularly bad taste and bad luck, you may just buy Picasso's more "outrageous" paintings.

Then there will be very little increase.

Taking into account inflation and the depreciation of the U.S. dollar, you may still lose money.

This kind of thing is quite common in the literary and art circles, whether in the fields of calligraphy, painting and literary creation.

Painters in the early Qing Dynasty were like Bada Shanren or other high-minded artists. A high-ranking official came to ask for paintings and calligraphy. If he felt that the person was a rustic and couldn't shirk it, he would deliberately paint badly.

None of these works can reflect the original level of the creator.

And conversely,

Those works that can make the artist exclaim after finishing the work - "Damn it! I am such a fucking genius for being able to do this. I am so fucking awesome, I will have no regrets in this life!"

It is much higher than his normal level.

Fitzgerald wrote second-rate scripts for half his life in his early years, and wrote countless bad plays in his later years. Just because he suppressed a copy of "The Great Gatsby", he has since become the greatest writer in American history. Even the Yankees have always thought The old European literary world, which is full of mud-legged old haters, also praised it greatly, and its status is almost equal to that of Mark Twain.

Painting is similar,

In the field of painting, there are many painters who only painted one famous painting in their lifetime and have enjoyed extremely high status ever since.

After this [Muse's Blessing Candle] skill card is drawn,

Gu Weijing discovered that the system automatically displayed an unlit candle symbol next to the Baiyi tree on the virtual panel.

Gu Weijing tried to click on the small candle.

then,

The side of the candle icon looks like a tree diagram, with many branches extending, and there is a plus sign behind each branch:

【Painting Technique——】

[Sketch Technique: Lv.4 Professional Painter·First Level (2367/5000)]+

[Chinese Painting Techniques: Lv.4 Professional Painter·First Level (1156/5000)]+

[Oil Painting Technique: Lv.5 Professional Painter·Level 2 (39/10000)] +

[Watercolor painting techniques...]

Gu Weijing tried clicking the plus sign behind the sketching technique, and the system immediately popped up a corresponding prompt.

"Do you want to activate the small candle of the Muse and upgrade your sketching skills to: Professional Painter·Level 2 (1/10000)? [Remarks: Current options, skill duration (857) seconds]"

857 seconds.

Like ten minutes? It's definitely not enough to draw a serious sketch. Maybe if he moves quickly, it will be enough for him to draw a simple sketch.

Gu Weijing canceled the interface and tried switching to Chinese painting techniques.

"Do you want to activate the small candle of the Muse and upgrade the Chinese painting skills to: Professional Painter·Level 2 (1/10000)? [Remarks: Current options, skill duration (728) seconds]"

It is also a first-level professional skill, and its duration is slightly shorter than sketching.

It should be because his Chinese paintings have slightly less experience points than his sketches.

He thought for a while and tried again to choose the oil painting that had just been upgraded to the second level of his profession.

"Do you want to... upgrade your oil painting skills to: Professional Painter Level 3 (1/30000)? [Note: Current option, skill duration is (551) seconds]"

The higher the level, the shorter the skill duration.

This time, more than two hundred seconds were lost.

"Then try to improve the system skills?"

Gu Weijing played for a while, and finally he was curious to see the effect of using this small candle on the skills previously given by the system.

"Improve Menzel's basic painting experience from perfect level to legendary level? [Note: Current option, skill duration is (2.3) seconds]"

Well, it’s not like it can’t be used.

2.3 seconds,

If you have quick hands, it should be enough to draw an egg with a pencil.

Gu Weijing resisted the urge to see what the "legendary eggs" would look like, and finally pulled down the list.

At the bottom of this tree-like skill bar, the entry for [Hua Dao Hua·Legendary Level] is gray and unselectable.

He clicked on Drawing a Knife, and the system immediately popped up a relevant prompt.

"This skill cannot be applied to the improvement of system skills of [Lv.9 Master Level 3] and perfect level or above."

After figuring out the specific usage of this skill.

Gu Weijing turned off the panel.

"Using it in normal practice is too much of a waste. At certain critical moments, this skill plays a big role."

Gu Weijing smacked his lips.

"The only pity is that this skill is one-time, and I don't know if similar skill cards will be available in the future."



The next morning,

In the living room of Gu's Book Gallery, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron was chatting away at the checkout counter while taking advantage of the holiday to check the accounts.

"Alin, please pay attention to safety when you go to a dinner party with your classmates, and be careful. Don't be fooled if someone says it's AA! Some kids like to take advantage of others, so read the bill carefully before paying..."

Myanmar is a traditional agricultural country.

The second day of March is the time for Yangon's characteristic local festival "Farmers' Day".

Farmers' Day, like May Day and Labor Day, is a statutory holiday stipulated by the government.

On Thursday and Friday this week, people don’t have to go to school or go to work, and even ordinary small shops are not open. It is a good time to visit relatives, friends and classmates.

"Okay, how many times have I said these words? It's so verbose." Gu Lin traced the new lipstick he just bought in front of the dressing mirror without raising his head.

When Gu Weijing took a towel and washed up from the bathroom, he bumped into his cousin Gu Lin who was about to go out to have a dinner with the little sisters at school during the holiday.

I came back late from the orphanage yesterday and spent a lot of time studying how to use new skills.

He actually got up a little late today and didn't even go out to buy breakfast.

However, the aunt had more important things to do, so she just glared at him, not caring about scolding her nephew, and continued to tell her daughter Gu Lin what to pay attention to on the road.

"Where are you going to have dinner with your classmates?"

The uncle, who was watching the morning news in front of the TV in the living room and shoveling a bowl of Shan noodle soup into his mouth, suddenly asked curiously.

"Qingchuan Japanese food."

Gu Lin raised his eyebrows in a proud gesture: "The recommendation says that this is one of the top ten must-check-out places for young women in Yangon to live an exquisite and luxurious life."

The second half of the sentence is the merchant's slogan on Google Maps.

She has been yearning for this Japanese restaurant for a long time.

"Japanese food is not cheap."

The uncle's focus is obviously not on the exquisite and luxurious life of young women.

He frowned slightly: "You spent 150,000 kyats on your classmate's party before, and now you go to eat Japanese food... At your young age, there is no need to pursue such high consumption. What about our family? Family, what kind of family do your classmates have!"

"I have no idea that making money is not easy."

"I know, I know. I'm so annoyed, but I didn't care about the money you asked for. The money my grandma gave me during the Chinese New Year." Gu Lin turned his head, ignored his father, and walked out of the gallery door in a hurry while carrying his schoolbag.

"You're almost done. What's your attitude towards children?"

The aunt was a little dissatisfied with the uncle's tone toward her daughter.

The Douyin accounts she follows all say that parents and children should communicate like close friends.

"There is no harm in letting Gu Lin and his classmates get together more and deal with their interpersonal relationships. They are all brothers and sisters. Some of them have tens of thousands of dollars of painting equipment and can use it with peace of mind. Your daughter is going to have a meal with her classmates. What does it mean? "

When Gu Weijing saw that his aunt was obsessed with his expensive Master Lukes art suit, he immediately left the living room and went to the yard.

Enter the small courtyard behind the gallery.

The smell of the tangy sauce mixed with sweet vinegar, spicy millet, sesame and garlic oil made Gu Weijing's nose itchy.

"Are you up? Just in time to taste some of the noodle soup your Grandpa Wu made this morning."

Grandpa Gu Tongxiang was sitting in the yard playing chess with a little old man wearing a black crew-neck shirt while moving a small horse.

When he saw Gu Wei passing by, he just said hello casually and continued to concentrate on studying the chessboard in front of him.

"Cannon five equals one." The old man moved a chess piece.

"Hey! Then I'll vault into three and two."

Opposite me, the old man in a crew-neck shirt who was playing chess with Grandpa Gu Weijing slowly pushed the chess piece.

He took off the cigarette pinned behind his ear and took a puff, taking a comfortable puff, and casually raised his chin to Gu Weijing, even as he said hello.

"As a rule, go and eat some rice noodles first. After I take care of your grandfather, I will give you this year's lucky money." He said casually, baring his yellow teeth.

"Uncle Wu, you are busy."

Gu Weijing nodded obediently, "I'll pour you some tea."

He recognized this old man.

His surname is Wu, he runs a shop that sells cultural and entertainment bracelets, and he can also write large Chinese characters in a thin gold style with a smooth structure and a strong and elegant style.

He is a permanent director of the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association. He has a little power and is considered a prominent figure in this street.

As we all know, every government and authority in every country in the world has an official circle for artists to rank based on their seniority.

There is an Artists Association in Dongxia, and the president of the association is a serious boss with very high-level national administrative treatment. Japan has the Painting and Calligraphy Federation, the Royal Society of Fine Arts in the UK and the BVDG (Federal Federation of Galleries and Art Dealers) in Germany, all of which are famous in the history of art and have long histories.

The remaining European countries also have similar organizations, or they are art advisory groups under the European Union Culture Agency.

Artists are also human beings, and they also have the desire to compare. No one is exempt from this vulgarity.

Permanent director of the Official Calligraphy and Painting Association,

This position belongs to Dongxia, more or less a master or a retired veteran cadre of the provincial government.

However, in the small pond in Myanmar, the water is really shallow and there are no big fish to be found. His grandfather Gu Tongxiang even has the title of special consultant of Chinese painting in it.

Although it is a serious official organization, its title sounds nice, nothing more. Furthermore, if you encounter something like the Shwedagon Pagoda restoration project, you can use this platform to gain experience in it.

be honest,

The Shwedagon Pagoda may not be renovated on this scale in half a century. Normally, the association is basically a small circle for everyone's own entertainment.

A little bit of power, but not so big that it makes people jealous, and there is no need to fawn over him.

The relationship between old man Wu and his grandfather Gu Tongxiang has always been a bit like water between gentlemen.

Old man Wu likes fine brushwork very much and knows how to paint, but his own painting skills are limited to that of a hobbyist.

There is no competition in the business between the two of them. Instead, they have accumulated a bit of a symbiotic relationship in the Eastern Xia literary and art circles over the years.

During the Chinese New Year, I will give you a New Year painting, and you will give me a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

The old men get together and play chess occasionally. The more they interact with each other, the closer their friendship becomes.

Old Man Wu’s daughter-in-law is from the Shan ethnic group and can mix a local special soup noodle.

It is not like the soup noodles bought outside that add chicken breasts and duck as side dishes. Instead, it is purely made with lard and spices to make a sauce. The soup noodles are specially set aside and mixed together when eating.

It is sour and refreshing, with a unique flavor.

When Old Man Wu wanders over, he often brings some with him to give their family a taste.

"Grandpa Wu, are you back from Thailand?"

Gu Weijing took a bowl from the side and mixed himself a bowl of noodles from the portable lunch box brought by Old Man Wu, while fussing and asking.

I didn’t see Old Man Wu during the festival this year.

This old man went to Bangkok for the Spring Festival vacation and just came back these two days.

"Looking at your son's circle of friends, have you gone to see a transvestite show? At such an old age, you are not afraid that your heart will not be able to bear it."

Gu Tongxiang raised his pawn, glanced at the chess player opposite him, and joked: "I'm not serious."

"It's not interesting. The transvestite show is too naked. It's like a vulgar animal show." Old Man Wu was also a funny person. He blew out a smoke ring and said lightly, "It's better to watch Tang Bohu's erotic pictures."

As if he remembered something, he waved to Gu Weijing, who was eating rice noodles, and pointed to a cowhide document bag on the table next to him.

"For the sake of scripture, go and take a look first. That is a gift from Grandpa Wu."

"What about this?"

Gu Weijing picked up the document bag and found that it was heavy and stuffed with a lot of things.

"Go and take a look. He brought it here early in the morning. He mysteriously said it was for you, and no one else was allowed to touch it."

Gu Tongxiang was also a little curious.

Gu Weijing followed his instructions and opened the sealing cord of the document bag and pulled out a certificate-style document from it.

[Dear Chinese painting artist Gu Weijing:

For your outstanding artistic skills and sincere patience in the Shwedagon Pagoda restoration project. After a general discussion by the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association, we collectively believe that you have met the qualifications to become a member of the Artists Association, and your application for membership has been approved!

Congratulations! Wish you good luck to Shi Qi!

Yangon City Culture Department. 】

I originally wanted to finish writing this plot, but I'm a little stuck.

(End of chapter)