Almighty painter

Chapter 458: Heart’s pictures and voices are always distorted

The room was silent.

Only the old grandma gently tore open a package of small pieces of beech wood wrapped in plastic from Walmart, and threw them piece by piece into the burning stove with tongs.

She is the servant who looks after this old house.

Lao Yang really liked her skills in baking bacon and baking small cakes. Grandma always added a lot of oil and sugar, which was unhealthy but delicious. The only drawback was that she could only speak German with a strong Hungarian accent.

I don’t speak English fluently, let alone Chinese.

It's not easy to communicate.

Thinking about it now, Lao Yang thinks this is really a very lucky thing.

The other party definitely didn't understand the content of the conversation between Tang Ning and Cao Xuan.

At least this way, he won't have to worry about reading the sensational headlines like "Shocked! The master-student relationship breaks down, taking stock of the ups and downs of the art giant" in the "Moon News" next morning, which gossips love to hear.

It took her half a minute to realize.

It doesn't matter if the sun is far away, it doesn't matter if it's the opposite, it doesn't matter if you're confused, or you do the wrong thing.

"Everyone in a wealthy family has a hard-to-recite scripture."

"What if I really think so."

"It's quite filial."

He hasn't moved yet.

Although there are ancient wonders like Wang Ximeng who are famous in Beijing even when they are still young, but Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Huang Binhong, Zhao Wuji, including her teacher, are all in their thirties or forties, or even in their sixties. In old age, he completed the feat of returning to his original nature and becoming a Taoist?

Tangning stared at him in confusion.

Especially Chinese paintings.

"Monet, including Mr. Huang Binhong, suffered from eye problems in his later years and it was extremely difficult to see, but he still used magnificent brushwork and struggled to explore the scroll. You, teacher, and I cannot compare to the perseverance and courage of these predecessors, but I think I am older. His eyes have not faded yet." The old man shook his head again, "It is not yet time for you disciples to take care of me and enjoy my old age, so just wait a little longer."

From the moment Tangning came to Austria, all the developments made her confused about the world.

Of course, Tangning believed in the power of genius. She herself was one of the rarest geniuses. Because of this, she knew that no matter how good the talent was, it would take time and experience to develop.

to this year.

These were all Tang Ning's words of "admonishment" out of anger and eagerness.

Otherwise, how could the old man say such outrageous things.

Tang Ning began to really worry that Mr. Cao had a problem with his thinking and cognition and could no longer distinguish between good and bad and right from wrong.

The female artists who have left their names in the history of human painting from ancient times to the present are not to mention the top three, but the top five. Tang Ning was confident that it would not be difficult for her to be ranked among the top 20.

How old is Gu Weijing?

Perhaps the old servants employed by this legendary painter's family have long been accustomed to similar things.

Mr. Cao turned his head and looked at Tang Ning.

but now.

Lao Yang held his hands and looked at Tang Ning, who had a gloomy face under the firelight of the fireplace. He was curious about what the other party's mood was like at this moment.
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Under the firelight of the fireplace, Tang Ning's face was dark, filled with incomprehensible shock and confusion.

The teacher wasn't kidding.

Although she unfortunately missed out on both the Gold and Silver Lion awards, she and her teacher appeared on the annual cover of Oil Painting magazine in the same year. Even Damian Hirst, who was in the market, was pushed to the second place. Journal.

She wanted to express to the teacher that she was a student who would not give in on this matter.

"If this is not a joke, then you are really old, too old for painting, and your judgment has declined too much. I am very sad."

Even so.

"Teacher, are you really... Well, I hope this is a joke." Tangning looked complicated.

She is Tangning.

Lao Yang suddenly felt it again.

Cao Xuan didn't seem to read the regret in Tang Ning's tone, and continued to ask with a smile.

The older you get, the more demonic you become.

Her net worth has already exceeded tens of millions of dollars.

Looking at the other person, he seemed to have a calm attitude towards the atmosphere in the entire living room that seemed to be frozen.

Mr. Cao nodded.

This is why she dared to speak out in front of the teacher, and she was the most suitable successor to him, and no one else had the confidence to do so.

The other party didn't understand a word, but he understood everything.

She won the gold medal at the International Biennale at the age of twenty, and started painting by the Huangpu River at the age of twenty-six. The newspaper said that her paintings were "astonishingly visible", and senior painters said that her "brushwork is neat and orderly, and her rules are orderly." Everyone's weather. At the age of thirty-two, he participated in the Venice Biennale and almost became the next Eastern Xia artist to hold the Golden Lion trophy after Hou Hsiao-hsien, Zhang Yimou, and Cai Guo-Qiang.

Tangning stood up, walked over and stroked the white hair on the head of old man Cao Xuan, and said softly: "Teacher, at the end of this semester, you should resign from your teaching position in Hamburg and move to London to live with me. These days Nian, I want to spend more time with you."

Out of professional sensitivity, Lao Yang still wanted to go over and ask the old mama to leave temporarily just in case.

The old grandma had finished adding firewood, opened the window a small crack, and left the living room quietly without saying hello to anyone.

"Do you know why I don't see you? Your heart is not quiet enough." Cao Xuan stretched out his finger and tapped twice on the coffee table in front of him.

"If your heart is not at peace, even if we meet, you probably won't be able to listen to my words. Why not write a letter to calm your mind and read it word by word, which may be more effective."

"Actually, I've been waiting to ask you about Gu Weijing."

Tangning frowned.

"Do you know why I'm disappointed in you?"

Mr. Cao looked at the woman calmly. Tangning's heart sank for no reason.

She didn't understand what the teacher meant.

But she would rather the teacher throw a palette at her angrily and hit her with a cane like he did to other senior brothers and sisters, rather than the old man talking quietly and calmly.

Great sadness has no tears, great enlightenment has no words, and laughter has no sound.

The old man looked so calm.

Tangning suddenly felt that she might have really disappointed her teacher this time.

"When you were young, you senior brothers and sisters would hold a small seminar in my study every weekend. I would talk about ancient Chinese prose and the gains and losses of various literati's calligraphy, painting, and poetry. I would speak freely and without any hesitation."

"The teacher said that there is a lot of character among them, and there is also a lot of romance."

Tangning nodded.

"I still remember that the first weekend you became a disciple, that week I happened to talk about an article about celebrities in "Shishuo Xinyu·Rong Zhi". During the period, I talked about the great writer Yuan Haowen of the Jin Dynasty and commented on it. When Pan Yue of the Eastern Jin Dynasty wrote an article, he left behind a very famous conclusion throughout the ages - the inner voice of the heart is always distorted, and the article is better to see the person again. The high sentiments have been idle for thousands of years, and the trust of Anren is worshiped by the road dust. "

Pan Yue, whose courtesy name is Anren, is also the protagonist "Pan An" who is more beautiful than Pan An.

He was a celebrity famous for his talents in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the most famous handsome man in the history of Eastern Xia Dynasty. However, Yuan Haowen did not think highly of him.

"I said, the meaning of this poem is that it is not accurate at all to see people through paintings, and the articles written in the pen cannot represent a person's true temperament and character. Someone like Pan An can write "Xianju Fu" with such an indifferent and clear mind The person who wrote the work actually did such a shameless thing in order to seek an official position, bowing to the dust scattered by the high-ranking official's carriage."

Cao Xuan crossed his fingers and leaned on the sofa, his voice slightly hoarse.

"My original intention at that time was to tell you that the evaluation of an artist's personal moral character should be separated from the level of artistic attainments. You can't ignore people's paintings, and you can't blindly judge people by their paintings. This is a common situation when making art reviews. Problems will be encountered. For example, scholars of the Ming and Qing dynasties stubbornly claimed that Li Qingzhao was a woman who could write such noble poems, so she must not have been able to divorce her husband and behave in such an unruly manner. These made later generations This is how all the jokes that make people laugh are funny."

"Ziming, Xiaoming and the others all nodded in agreement, but you were the only one who kept shaking your head."

Cao Xuan smiled: "I was very surprised at the time. I asked you why you shook your head. Every word of your answer at that time is still vivid in my mind when I think of it now."

Tangning also laughed.

"I said, Yuan Haowen is talking nonsense. He must not have read "Xianju Fu" at all, and just made up a random rhyming allusion."

She recalled her stubborn appearance at that time, her expression full of emotion.

"From the beginning to the end of "Xianju Fu", every sentence seems to be shouting, I can't be an official anymore, I can't be an official, I can't be an official, ah ah, I can't be an official! How can I do this? People who clamor and clamor that they can no longer be officials must still be unwilling to accept the official career deep down. Pan Yue and Li Bai are somewhat similar in this regard. People who really don't want to be officials should write poems like Tao Yuanming's A quiet and quiet way. Meet people through paintings and meet people through words. It’s never bad.”

"Xiao Ning, you don't know how surprised I was that day. It was this energy, this keenness and courage to talk nonsense about Yuan Haowen."

Mr. Cao took a deep breath.

"That day, that moment when you stared at a pair of eyes and said loudly, 'You can see people by their paintings, you can see them by their words, they are never bad.' I really feel that I have found the most suitable successor. I want to give my best Everything I have is left to you.”

"Teacher, I..."

Tangning was a little moved.

"Among you, you have the smoothest path. Only when Zhou Ming was thirty years old did I allow her to sign for her first gallery. Lin Tao's chance to sign for Gagosian was squeezed out by me. I feel that It may not be true that calligraphy and painting hate life, but when you are young, stressing and enduring hardships is actually good for your career. Only Xiaoning, I have never stopped you from having what you want. Something. You have a lively personality and like the scenery, so you won the gold medal at the age of twenty, and I even ordered a sports car directly from the UK for you."

"At that time, many people thought that I doted on you too much. I was the only one who thought otherwise. Some of the scenery and pleasures should be experienced when you are young. Isn't horse racing a part of the traditional celebrity style? When I was young, I once sat in a Jewish executive's open-top Rolls Royce and drove by the Huangpu River. I believe you will not be dazzled by this feeling, because you are a very 'real' person, like a sword , you will never be bound by these trivial worldly things, your original intention to pursue art will not change, the worldly affairs will only sharpen you, and this is enough."

Cao Xuan inhaled deeply and exhaled deeply.

"Xiao Ning, you have not allowed anyone to be your queen since you were a child. I want to have one more apprentice. I expected you to be dissatisfied. I can also tolerate it, including your interview, because I am waiting for you to ask a question. Question, I thought you would definitely ask it.”

"Unfortunately, I have been giving you time, and I have been trying to get you to be quiet, but until you walked into this room today and I sat down on the sofa, I still didn't hear you ask me -"

"How is Gu Weijing's painting? What are the highlights of his painting techniques, and why do I never forget them? I said there is tranquility in his works, and how can I see it?"

Cao Xuan turned his head and stared at his disciple.

"When you were in your teens, you loudly said to me that you can see people through paintings and words, and they are never bad."

"When you are forty years old, you have said everything you should say about whether it is in compliance with the rules, whether it is reasonable, how you want outsiders to see it, how you want the media to see it, personal relationships, gains and losses, and what you should complain about, little one. Ning, the only thing you haven’t asked me about, and what I’m most looking forward to sharing with you, is about Gu Weijing’s works. You didn’t even want to look at the paintings Gu Weijing gave me.”

"As a painter, you can love money and want success, which are all good. But after all, these are not the goals we pursued when we first set out on this path."

"I want to know, where is the Xiao Ning that I once looked forward to, the Xiao Ning who was enough to entrust her with big tasks and expected her to ascend step by step on the road of art?"

Tangning opened her mouth and looked at her teacher blankly.

She wanted to speak, to defend herself.

But she didn't say a word.

The teacher's calm words were like sharp whips, hitting her body.

Tangning once thought she had grown up, but suddenly, she became the little girl in the studio, listening to the teacher's teachings.

To be honest, Tangning felt that she was a little unfair.

She had seen Gu Weijing's works. Lin Tao once shared the young man's paintings prepared to participate in the Singapore Biennale to the WeChat group.

Level.

Not bad, not bad, better than many people, but certainly far behind her... referring to her at the age of eighteen.

Comparing the current Tang Ning and Gu Weijing is not bullying Gu Weijing, but humiliating Tang Ning too much.

Tangning was very disapproving at the time.

It's not a big problem to bluff Lao Yang at this level. From the perspective of Cao Laoshou, this level may be similar to that of Lin Tao, who had no famous teacher at the same age.

For them, even being called a genius is a bit difficult.

Is it necessary to see the works of a painter of this caliber?

"Bring him his "Wisteria Flower Picture"."

Cao Xuan lightly slapped his hand and gave instructions to Lao Yang.

(End of this chapter)