Almighty painter

Chapter 827 Listening to the Sound of the Tide

Some painters like to paint a picture first and then give it various meanings.

Some painters make various meanings part of their paintings and incorporate them into their writings.

Liu Ziming stood by the harbor, watching the tide rise and fall between the gaps of old tires hung by the harbor to prevent scratches. In his mind, he could not help but recall the faces of light and dark in Gu Weijing's paintings.

"Eyes immersed in the light."

Liu Ziming said softly to himself.

Liu Ziming is really a versatile person. Art is more like a hobby than a profession for him. He can play everything and is good at everything. He can play some unpopular musical instruments, photography, and even drama.

Ten years ago, a very famous Shakespeare troupe came to Malaysia to perform.

At the sponsorship reception, he remembered that the actor who played Prince Hamlet told him that the secret of acting is to immerse oneself in the moment.

Never wave your hands around in the air or shake them to express the character's joy, anxiety or hesitation.

No, no.

Only second-rate actors would act like that.

Liu Ziming was attracted by these remarks.

He curiously asked the actor who was nominated for the Lawrence Award, what does the actor think a top performance should be like? Unlike movies, drama performances cannot use complex camera language. Shouldn't the emotions be more intense to support the entire stage?

The other party replied that they should perform like a sculpture.

Seeing the confusion on Liu Ziming's face, he continued to explain.

Performing like a sculpture does not mean being dull or lifeless. The best sculptures can freeze the most intense emotions in a still moment.

In most cases, intense emotions do not mean yelling or screaming like a madman.

The core secret of performance is to be restrained and quiet.

You are still and your movements are also still, but the whole movement is immersed in the torrent of passion and the thunderstorm with lightning and thunder, like a silk ribbon blown by the wind.

"To use Shakespeare's own words to describe it - the best artistic performances pursue a sense of restraint and perfection."

“This is silk in the wind.”

Liu Ziming recalled Gu Weijing's works and spoke slowly to himself.

"Mr. Liu? Good evening. Do you have any plans for tonight? The party is next week, right?"

A greeting came from behind.

Liu Ziming turned around and saw a Frenchman wearing a yellow safety helmet. He was about fifty years old. He knew him.

"Joe."

He nodded casually.

The other party was an elderly captain.

Liu Ziming's family company's trading scope involves the shipping field. It has many ships and will also dry lease the entire ship or wet lease the ships together with the crew to other trading companies.

Since he was a child, he had often seen ocean-going cargo ships of 10,000 tons, tens of thousands of tons, and even close to 100,000 tons docking at the port. The white pilot boats at the port ran in front of the huge ships, making them look like little white mice running wildly in front of an elephant.

This is probably the reason.

The luxurious yacht that Lao Yang had always dreamed of, where he could take the blonde girl out to sea to sunbathe, did not have any particular appeal to Mr. Liu.

Liu Ziming plans to hold a small social cocktail party on the cargo ship in a few days.

He felt that it would have an industrial and functional feel, and would be more artistic than a luxurious dinner held on a hundred-foot-long luxury yacht.

When Liu Ziming met at the airport, he had invited Miss Irena, the new manager of Oil Painting magazine, to attend, and the Frenchman in front of him was the captain of the freighter.

The other party was negotiating matters at the port and happened to see the son of the ship owner.

"We have been setting up the venue these past few nights. Are you here to check on the progress?"

The captain invited Liu Ziming, "Come aboard and take a look."

Liu Ziming thought about it and did not refuse.

"Yes, I want to go on board and take a look."

……

Liu Ziming climbed onto the deck of the freighter along the retractable gangway on the side of the ship.

A large cargo ship costs hundreds of millions of dollars to build, and the fuel cost of a long ocean voyage alone can be millions of dollars, and the freight income can reach tens of millions of dollars.

During its service life, from the time it is launched to the time it is towed to the shipbreaking yard for scrapping, it creates money every minute and every second. Just like a mainline passenger aircraft, except for maintenance every once in a while, it almost always runs back and forth on busy waterways, never stopping.

Liu Ziming is only the youngest son of a shipping tycoon, not a shipping tycoon, and he hardly participates in the company's operations and decision-making.

No matter how extravagant he was, he couldn't use a cargo ship of tens of thousands of tons that was still in operation to hold a party.

The "Perugia Polo" under your feet is an old ship ordered before the millennium. It has been wet-leased to a European trading company for more than 20 years. It was originally ready to be retired, but in recent years, the global ocean trade freight has risen sharply and there are not enough ships, so it has been used until now.

This year, after evaluating the maintenance costs and fuel economy, the ship owner decided to withdraw the ship from operation. In a few months, it will be sent to Bangladesh for dismantling.

Liu Ziming was therefore able to use it temporarily.

"Hey, I've told you so many times, this is the water ladder. You can't pile things here."

Workers on the ship were fixing a huge projection screen on the container, and others were decorating it with neon nets.

As soon as the captain got on board, he grabbed a worker who was wearing a T-shirt with the words "Christmas Tree Party Company" printed on it and pointed to the pile of debris over there.

"Move it, move it. Also, that is the lifeboat release valve. It cannot be blocked. This is the third time I have said this..."

The captain swore in French.

The worker frowned as he listened, and under the captain's stern gaze, he reluctantly walked over and picked up the cardboard box.

"The people from the company that runs these parties are not sailors and have never worked on a ship. They are really unprofessional."

He turned around and shrugged at Liu Ziming and complained.

Liu Ziming waved his hand without comment.

"When the time comes, add a ferry bridge, the kind with an electric lifting function."

He pointed to the side of the boat.

"Or we can just borrow an electric lift from the port. If there are passengers with mobility problems..."

Liu Ziming briefly mentioned some precautions and let the captain go about his business. He walked to the stern and leaned on the railing.

The middle-aged man looked down ahead, the sea breeze blowing his hair up and down. At first, he regretted that he had left the house in such a hurry that he did not have time to put on his coat.

soon.

Liu Ziming forgot all this again.

The side of an ocean-going cargo ship is several stories above the sea. When Liu Ziming was a child, whenever he stood by the side of the giant ship and looked out, he would have a feeling of being suspended between the sea and the sky, drifting with the wind.

"I am the king of the world."

Jack, played by Leonardo DiCaprio, opens his arms excitedly, as if he wants to embrace the world.

Liu Ziming is the opposite.

He will feel uneasy.

He will feel that his body has lost weight, as if he is drifting away from this world, without support.

So, Liu Ziming chose to close his eyes and think about his experience tonight.

gradually.

The world turns into colorful fragments amid the sound of the waves.

"To be or not to be, that is a difficult question!" The lonely Danish prince was spinning alone in the moonlight. He waved his hands at high speed, and suddenly changed from frenzy to stillness. All emotions disappeared from his body, as if he had seen through the truth of this world.

"It is all empty words, empty words, empty words!" said Hamlet slowly.

"Goliath the murderer has confessed his guilt!"

The elderly painter holds his head high on the canvas.

"You might as well take off my head."

The young painter also depicted his own death on canvas.

……

All kinds of unrelated scenes flashed rapidly in Liu Ziming's mind, as if it was an absurd drama that no one could understand.

The Danish prince stabbed the giant Goliath with a sword, and the statue of the Thinker stood up from the bronze base and threw the discus at high speed. The ballerina in Degas's painting spun to the window, and the wind raised by her body pulled open the curtains. A beam of sunlight pierced the darkness, and the pupils of the young King David holding a sword in the corner of the dance room reflected the face of a young man sitting on the sofa.

……

Liu Ziming had only seen some of these scenes and paintings today, and they left a deep impression on him.

For example, Gu Weijing’s painting “Human Noise”.

There are also some works that Liu Ziming had seen a long time ago and had an impression of, such as Caravaggio's "David Carrying Goliath's Head", Degas's "Ballerina", Michelangelo's sculpture "David", Rodin's sculpture "The Thinker", and Myron's sculpture "Discus Thrower".

There are many works, paintings, and scenes that Liu Ziming can't even remember when he's seen or heard of.

He didn't even know he had an impression.

For example, the conversation about drama.

If it weren't for the sudden association, Liu Ziming would have long forgotten the brief conversation that took place at an ordinary sponsorship reception.

Under this miraculous opportunity.

They are all connected across dimensions.

Some people only see the billowing smoke, while others see the burning fire.

Floating silk.

Liu Ziming had only looked at the silk itself before. He saw its smooth texture, the angle at which it fluttered, its color, fabric and textile craftsmanship. But now, he suddenly saw the image of the wind around the silk.

This feeling is like a drop of water - it is just a drop of solidified water on the album, and now, it suddenly begins to flow.

The album opens.

The waterfall is rushing.

What Gu Weijing wanted to say in his works, what Caravaggio wanted to say in his works, what Rodin, Michelangelo, Myron, Degas Monet and Picasso wanted to say in their works, the actor was frozen in the light, the emotions and time surging around him -

Everything.

They all rushed towards Liu Ziming.

Every painter has his own bottleneck, and everyone has his own shackles.

Suddenly, under this wonderful introduction, for Liu Ziming, the most obscure and abstract side of art unveiled its hazy veil to him.

Gu Weijing's work is just an introduction. It is not the best work that middle-aged people have ever seen, but it is the most suitable one.

Under Liu Ziming's vigilance, speculation and suspicion towards Gu Weijing, it happened to become the first drop of water flowing out of the album in front of Liu Ziming.

The middle-aged man stood by the boat's harbour.

The sound of the sea hitting the shore rang in his ears, and now the him in his heart - the self in Liu Ziming's heart, was sitting cross-legged on a reef suspended in the air between heaven and earth, between the sea and the sky.

He watched Hamlet dance with the ballerinas and Caravaggio and Gu Weijing fight with their paintbrushes.

He listened to the vast sound of billions of drops of water falling to the earth like waterfalls.

Liu Ziming once envied Tang Ning for being able to paint anything like it. Each of her works seemed to be telling a continuous story, not only in terms of space but also time.

Even though it's a cheesy story.

But the emotional tension is still real.

When he was 20 years old, Tang Ning painted "Hundred Flowers", and each flower seemed to have its own fragrance. No matter whether the fragrance was blended with three-yuan "industrial flavor", it was still something that Liu Ziming, who was the same age, could not do.

The world's greatest artists have the gift of telling the most profound stories with the most seemingly banal scenes.

Tang Ning also has this talent.

Liu Ziming's disdain for Tang Ning lies in the fact that he feels she could have achieved greatness, but chose to do the opposite, using the seemingly most profound scenes to tell the most mediocre story.

But was it possible that the contempt and disdain that had been growing in his heart for the past thirty years also essentially contained his jealousy of his junior sister Tang Ning?
Maybe.

Liu Ziming is a very talented painter. His painting talent is enough to hang Miss Elena up and beat her.

Otherwise.

The talent that gives magic and soul to works of art is still what Liu Ziming desires.

Perhaps it was because he felt that he could not compare to Tang Ning in some aspects that he wanted to win by breadth.

just now.

Liu Ziming listened to the rise and fall of the tide.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt that Tang Ning was nothing special.

He felt the secret of using a brush to depict the flow of time, the spell of transforming solidification and flow, moment and eternity on the canvas.

The whole world solidified into a painting in his ears.

The solidified paintings in Liu Ziming's mind turned into a flowing and vivid feast in front of his eyes.

The world remains the same.

The works of art remain the same works of art.

For him, both the world and the artwork became completely different in an instant.

If Liu Ziming also had a system panel.

Then he will know.

He entered a rare state of enlightenment at this moment.

At this moment, his painting experience points are ringing.

Liu Ziming stood on the boat, listening to the waves and the sea breeze blowing on his face. On this ordinary night, his Lv.7 oil painting and Chinese painting skills, which had been stagnant for many years, made a great leap forward and both entered the threshold of Lv.8 second-level master.

……

Get off the boat.

Liu Ziming took out an album of photos by French photography master Cartier-Bresson from the armrest box of the car.

He opened the black-and-white photo album and took out a letter from the title page.

(End of this chapter)