Almighty painter

Chapter 922 Gu Weijing's PTSD
Anna Elena wrote the name "Marc" in the sand.

Stare at the string of letters.

The woman felt unhappy. He actually dared to use his ridiculous clown-like tricks on the other person.

Rather than saying that Anna was swinging a "little whip" to whip Gu Weijing with what she just said, it would be better to say that she was whipping the big boss of the Ma Shi Gallery.

Ok.

It was really unfair that Marcel III received this beating.

Although it was an emotionless evaluation, a part of Miss Elena's heart knew that he was just doing what a qualified gallery owner should do.

To be fair.

He was probably really doing this for Gu Weijing's own good.

If I were to hold a solo exhibition right away next year, I would only have time to hold a small, thrifty exhibition. However, even a “small” solo exhibition, coupled with a golden signboard like the Louvre, would not be very perfunctory.

Miss Elena could say that Mas III had deliberately played a trick by shortening the exhibition time at the beginning, thereby controlling the scale and cost of the exhibition. By the way, he also made Gu Weijing, who had no relevant experience, hold on to the gallery like a life-saving straw and obey the gallery's command.

Using such an urgent curatorial time highlights the importance of the gallery.

on the other hand.

Others can say that too.

The publicity and marketing of a painter in his twenties’ solo exhibition at the Louvre is completely different from that of a painter in his teens.

From Rembrandt to Picasso, the art industry has always been fond of "child prodigies".

Ma Shi III took great pains to plan a solo exhibition for Gu Weijing in a famous art museum before his 20th birthday.

It is a matter of each having his own reasons.

It's hard to tell right from wrong.

And there are some things that Cao Xuan can say and Liu Ziming can say.

Anna can speak it, too.

Miss Elena can misunderstand anyone she wants to misunderstand, and the art director of Oil Painting magazine can criticize anyone for being petty if he wants to.

If it were Gu Weijing, it might not be much more convenient.

You throw aside the exhibition plan that others have worked so hard to plan for you like waste paper.

Talk about stingy.

ho.

It is true that Marc III is admiring Gu Weijing, but do you really think he is a bootlicker without any temper?

What really ignited the fire in Miss Elena's heart was not the gossips of some gossipers in this super gallery, but——

What kind of person is Marcus III?

He actually dared to tie strings to his hands and feet and control him like a puppet! How could he be qualified to be his curator?

The gallery owner far away in Europe didn't know that he had been stabbed in the heart several times by Anna for no apparent reason.

Anna has also planned art exhibitions herself. Even the set of works based on the musical "Cats" currently on display at the Esplanade were suggestions she provided for "Detective Cats".

how...

Miss Anna’s main point is double standards.

"I'll help you with the Ma Shi Gallery."

Anna stared at the letters "Marsh" on the sand for a moment, then stepped on them with the toe of her not-so-flexible bare right foot, erasing them, as if she was stepping on the face of Marsh III.

She thought about it.

Then he erased the names of the nine goddesses.

No offense -

Anna said that although these were all gods of Mount Olympus, they were better off minding their own business, or going to visit King Mass III. Given the current state of the Mass Gallery, their artists, such as Deckard Anlen, seemed to need the Muse to visit them.

Anyway, don't come into her territory and give her orders.

"Forget all the advice he gave you, and let's re-determine the theme of an exhibition."

She ordered.

Gu Weijing leaned against a thick sea cucumber tree by the sea, listening to the woman's words, with passion hidden in his coldness.

What Anna showed was far more than just passion for an art exhibition.

This passion was also embedded in another kind of determination - that is, everything in front of them would pass, and they would never be trapped on this lonely and deserted island with only coconut trees for company.

Since yesterday.

After being pulled out of the sea by Gu Weijing, Anna's heart was filled with unprecedented passion and determination for life.

She told Gu Weijing.

After a good sleep, they woke up and returned to the shore.

Even if not.

She also told Gu Weijing that they might as well paint, because before the sun sets, an aerial rescue team will find them.

If not yet.

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even a week later.

They will be rescued anyway, that's what she said, it's her promise.

There is no reason and yet it is extremely firm.

Her body was still covered in salt and grit from the drying up of the sea, and even her shoes had been lost in the ocean, but she looked absolutely radiant.

Just like last night.

She held the man to her chest and let the feverish young man drink from the straw in small sips to replenish the body fluids lost due to the combination of high temperature and cold.

Anna gained the power of life from Gu Weijing, and now she tried to use this power to feed him back.

Gu Wei's head was still swollen and painful.

The hangover feeling that seemed like he couldn't wake up always lingered on his body and wouldn't go away.

It's not just the wound and low fever at this moment.

What was more important was yesterday's experience - bang! bang! bang! Continuous firing, men falling.

The recoil of the pistol was slightly greater than he had imagined. Every time he fired, the barrel would rise up uncontrollably until the entire magazine was emptied.

Gu Weijing was not sure how many shots he fired, nor was he sure how many times he hit the target.

He just saw.

The man who wanted to say something to him had his head tilted to the right as if he had been hit by a fierce uppercut from a heavyweight boxing champion.

Gu Weijing even suspected that his neck was broken.

Then blood gushed out from his head, much more tragic than the woman who was shot in the head by Miss Elena.

Wait until he goes limp.

The whole face has been stained so much that its original appearance cannot be seen.

he--

He killed someone!

Gu Weijing was not so pretentious as to cry for the other person or shout like a confessor, "OMG, what have I done? I actually killed someone. I am a sinner."

He has no power to choose.

If he doesn't shoot, the other party will shoot.

Many problems in the world cannot be solved by long-winded conversations. Sometimes, life is just a fist-sized boxing match. This is Miss Elena's theory, and it may not be wrong.

You just have to be aggressive.

In that kind of scenario.

Life leaves people with no choice, and this is the true nature of life. This is the so-called...tragedy itself.

He could face Brother Hao's gun calmly.

He could also calmly pull the trigger.

Gu Weijing didn't have much fear in his heart.

Things were easier than he thought. If it was a knife, he might have needed to make up his mind and blood would pierce his pupils.

While thermal weapons have intensified the cruelty of modern warfare, they have also reduced the impact to a certain extent.

He just pulled the trigger and watched the blood spurt out of the other person's face.

That's it.

but……

Less than 24 hours ago, he actually killed someone - not a chicken, not Awang chasing a wild animal, but a living person died.

Or something like this.

Or that.

It should mean something after all.

Such a bloody shock even made people begin to doubt the meaning of the painting itself. All his nagging words and all his arguments with Miss Elena were pale in the face of the real bloody tragedy.

What is real?
What is false?
In this world, countless bloody tragedies are happening every moment.

A solo exhibition in the Louvre, does it provide an interrogation of the real world, or is it some kind of self-satisfied consolation amid flowers and applause?

Gu Weijing found that he could not answer such a question.

even.

He found that even the latter was something he quite liked.

Yes.

Gu Weijing likes flowers and applause, he likes money, and he likes the vanity that surged in his heart when all the guests stood up and applauded him after the interview at the Esplanade.

He thinks I'm awesome.

It feels really good this way.

People cannot deceive themselves.

Throughout human history, there have been some people who were truly brave and fearless, full of faith, and some who were truly born great artists.

For example, Ji Kang’s character.

For example, "The Volga Barge Haulers" is an accusation against social injustice.

For example, Van Gogh.

Van Gogh might sound like a "lucky guy" who was hyped up after his death, but after Gu Weijing got to know him better, he realized that this guy was really cool.

He really seemed like someone who was not used to a comfortable life, a born loner.

He just couldn't appreciate the comfortable life in Paris, he just didn't like it, he just hated it. He just wanted to paint the life in the countryside, the peasant women wearing hats, the women spinning, the people eating potatoes in the shabby taverns... He wanted to paint the last penny in his pocket, the people who couldn't afford to stay in the hotel, the people huddled in the haystacks, and try to use pencils to depict the backs of the miners rushing to work at dawn.

Such a man - how could he not become a great painter?
Gu Weijing, who was less than 20 years old, could not compare with Rembrandt, who was 20 years old, in terms of the influence of his works.

Gu Weijing, who was less than 20 years old, was definitely better than Van Gogh, who was also less than 20 years old, in terms of the influence of his works and his painting level.

In his early years, Van Gogh was always an amateur painter.

His brushwork is by no means exquisite.

however.

His works are always filled with burning power.

This natural power that comes from the heart is something that Gu Weijing cannot touch in most cases.

Gu Weijing is a nagging person.

When the gangsters came to his door, he didn't want to accept the gift but was afraid of being beaten, so he smiled stickyly and handed over a pack of Gu Tongxiang's Marlboro.

"Oh, oh, oh, I can't eat this meal, please spare me."

He traveled to participate in international art projects.

Also saying.

"Oh, oh, oh, I can't eat this meal, please spare me."

He is looking for Uncle Alai.

"I have someone to protect me. You are a big shot, why bother to pick a fight with me? Miao Angwen is a good guy, please spare me."

"Please be merciful."

"Please be merciful."

……

Brother Hao's attitude towards him has always been strange.

Gu Weijing just stayed there, clinging on, hoping that Brother Hao would just forget about him as if he were an unknown person.

Brother Hao showed some signs.

The grandfather and grandson immediately decided to run the gallery and didn't look for anyone to rent the house or pack up all their things, preparing to run away immediately.

It was Brother Hao who didn’t raise his hand.

Brother Hao insisted on forcing him and insisted on "making" him his friend, so he pinched two fingers and pulled him back.

When Gu Weijing realized that he had no way to escape, he got angry. He turned around and walked to Brother Hao, and put a paintbrush on Brother Hao's face with unprecedented courage.

"Go to hell, you don't understand what I'm saying, do you?"

"Just call you Brother Hao."

Left slap: "I just look down on you."

A slap on the right: "I just don't want to be friends with you."

Brother Hao, who had made everyone dumbfounded, was beaten into a pig's head in this mind boxing match.

Only that one time in his life did Gu Weijing seem to be on fire. His paintbrush was forcing him, and his soul was forcing him.

He burns like a flame.

He paints as if he is completely absorbed in the painting, he paints as if he forgets everything else.

He had to paint this picture.

Unlike the scorching works of great painters, the amazing power in those people's works is spontaneous and comes from within. They need to paint like this to prove their existence.

Van Gogh's paintings are a long poem of melancholy.

Cao Xuan uses the old man's strong hope to permeate his paintings.

Only Gu Weijing's works were forced out.

When everything fades away.

After he returned to the shore from the sea, the white-gold flame faded away.

He sadly asked what love is, what is true and what is false, while accepting that he could not find the real answer.

Paint simply for the sake of success.

Simply for the sake of a permanent collection in a famous art museum, one becomes a puppet in the hands of the gallery owner.

To Van Gogh or Cao Xuan... this might be an unacceptable insult.

to be honest.

Gu Weijing felt that it was not a bad thing, he could accept it. Simply painting flowers and plants was like weaving fine silk threads, and he could make a lot of money by weaving with his delicate techniques.

What a good thing!

The reason why greatness is great is that perhaps only a few people can reach it.

Even if the painting itself has no meaning.

It may bring a better life to the children in the orphanage. It may enable Mr. Gu to buy a big villa and a Rolex watch. He himself can also try to drive a Ferrari and live a better life, which is a good thing in itself.

Bullets shot out of his hands.

The blood that gushed out shattered this meaning.

It's as if the world is coated with a different tragic background, and those silks and flowers are no longer as moving as before.

But this problem is too big.

Gu Weijing didn't know what he could say.

"I do not know."

In contrast to the passionate Anna, Gu Weijing spoke softly in the voice of a PTSD patient.

“You asked me what the theme of a personal exhibition should be.”

"Sorry, I don't know."

(End of this chapter)