Almighty painter

Chapter 958 Paris Trip
Gu Weijing still went to Paris, taking his viola with him.

of course.

And Anna.

"Di!"

The driver of the car behind honked his horn, accelerated, and sped past them, sticking his head out of the window and waving wildly as they drove on the M1 highway from Vienna to Budapest, Hungary.

"As your agent, I suggest you drive faster; we're transferring from Budapest to Bratislava tonight."

In the passenger seat, the woman studied the travel map while making sarcastic remarks without looking up.

“Hey, as a painter, I suggest I should be responsible for our safety.” Gu Weijing stared nervously at the spray kicked up by the tires of the car in front on the highway after the rain. “Being able to paint doesn’t mean you can drive. Does Jackson Pollock know that?”

"He will definitely agree with my point of view."

His head rested on the back of the car seat, and he nodded firmly as he looked at the indicator needles on the dashboard.

"The roads are slippery because of the rain. That car in front was obviously speeding. They have no manners at all."

Gu Weijing responded with a sharp critique.

As he spoke, he gently pressed the accelerator, causing the engine speed to climb a few hundred revolutions per minute. The 4.0-liter twin-turbocharged engine in front of him hummed lazily twice, propelling the dark SUV forward slightly.

Gu Weijing realized he was speeding.

So he immediately slammed on the brakes, and the car was reluctantly pulled back, nodding slightly forward.

Miss Elena, who was looking at something in the passenger seat, put away the documents in her hand.

He glared at Gu Weijing with great dissatisfaction.

Gu Weijing smiled gently.

Miss Elena smiled gently.

August, the dog in the back seat, barked twice.

A year ago, in the summer, Anna and Gu Weijing were stranded on a deserted island in a life raft. A year later, in the summer, they were driving a car on their way to Paris.

Gu Weijing and Anna had a good talk about the art exhibition.

The young painter mentioned the word "quiet" that Cao Xuan had given him. Anna felt that continuing to postpone the exhibition was not a rational or calm choice; everything must eventually come to an end.

The theme of the art exhibition is "time".

time is limited.

Endless waiting will erode the meaning of time.

Gu Weijing persuaded her, and Anna abandoned her suggestion to ask King Max III to extend the exhibition's deadline once again.

Simultaneously.

Anna also believes that cherishing time does not mean filling every gap in one's life with so much that there is no time to breathe.

If you want to create a work of art, you can always create it.

What you draw is more important than how you draw it.

In the limited time they have, they need to find themselves even more.

Gu Weijing realized that after Cao Xuan's class, he would dawdle in the classroom sweeping the floor, wiping the table again and again, writing large characters, crumpling the rice paper into a ball, then continuing to wipe the table, and finally driving slowly while watching the sunset. It was not peaceful, and it had nothing to do with fulfillment.

His whole heart was shrouded in a heavy, melancholy, fearful, and confused atmosphere.

He hoped to project an image of tranquility through this behavior. He hoped to escape his inner fears by constantly "doing something" with his hands at hand.

Those days and nights from a few months ago.

Gu Weijing looked very busy.

Gu Weijing was wasting his time.

Miss Elena, however, believed that Gu Weijing really needed to relax; he really needed a trip, and so did she. Anna persuaded Gu Weijing.

then.

And so their journey began.

The two decided not to return to Hamburg. Instead, they drove directly from Vienna, through Budapest to Prague, then to Stuttgart, and finally onto the A4 highway. They rested for a night in Nancy before finally arriving in Paris.

“I saw your watercolor painting. It shows signs of rich color experimentation.”

Anna said.

"Is there a hint of Turner?" Gu Weijing said.

“Turner,” the woman said, “and Dali.”

The artwork that Gu Weijing ultimately placed on the farm floor had a touch of surrealism. Titled "Sunlight Rhapsody," the work in which Gu Weijing incorporated his exquisite imagination of sunlight into the composition of a rose field—

Title: Sunlit Rhapsody

"Sketching Techniques: Lv.6, Professional Tier 3 (22001/50000)"

Watercolor Technique: Lv.6, Professional Tier 3 (05905/50000)

"Emotion: Feeling something (fulfilled)"

The painting itself does not win over the viewer with its painting techniques or emotions; its most innovative aspect is its composition.

He already had a good spatial imagination.

The realistic rose field and the blurred, dazzling sunlight full of spatial and perspective distortion are combined to form a watercolor painting that resembles a multi-dimensional vase.

Seven emotions and six desires.

Those arguments, hesitations, persistence, and passion.

Layers of emotions, accompanied by bright sunlight, seep into the gaps between the rose fields—a painting, a flower field, blooming with different layers and colors.

Also.

Gu Weijing is quite satisfied with the improvement in his watercolor skills.

A good teacher produces outstanding students, and a strict teacher also produces outstanding students.

Watercolor painting was originally a relatively weak point in Gu Weijing's painting skills, apart from printmaking. After more than a year of systematic study, he was able to reach the professional level three, mainly because of the foundation he had laid with other painting techniques.

Second.

It was because of Mr. Kozens's roaring classroom style.

In addition to Chinese painting techniques, Gu Weijing's oil painting techniques, after consuming most of his spare free experience points over the past year, have also reached the bottleneck of a level 6 professional painter.

Then it successfully got stuck there.

The system did not make an exception for Gu Weijing because he had briefly reached the Master level with the blessing of the Muse's candle.

There weren't even any new breakthrough missions; it was still the same old prompt: "It originates naturally, not through writing. Please find your own path to mastery."

It seemed to be a reminder to Gu Weijing.

Those who understand will understand.

All in all.

"More importantly, there's Gu Weijing."

Anna, thinking about Gu Weijing's watercolor painting, said to him, "I saw your own thoughts in that painting."

Having yourself is more important than having Turner or Dali.

then.

In that underground parking lot, Katsuko Sakai told him that every painter must eventually forge their own path.
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The Iberian Peninsula.

Spain.

Mrs. Cruz is walking her husband... Oh, sorry... Mrs. Cruz is walking the cat while taking her husband out to sunbathe.

Spain is the land of castles.

Firstly, it refers to the many castles in Spain, and secondly, it refers to the fact that the Spanish territory is surrounded by mountains, which seem to be walls protecting the castles.

The hometowns of Dali and Picasso are nestled among rolling mountains.

"Wife, wife, wait for me, wait... wait a minute."

Due to its mountainous terrain, Spain's transportation system is less developed than that of its neighbor Italy. Even in the 21st century, many rural areas remain relatively isolated from the outside world, with a pace of life quite different from that of major cities like Paris and Hamburg.

During summer vacation, many city couples come to the countryside to escape the heat.

The sound of a bicycle drum came from the road, accompanied by cheerful laughter. A woman's bicycle rode briskly up the gravel road in the mountains. A blonde woman was pedaling the bicycle, and a fat gray cat sat in the basket, craning its neck and looking ahead, meowing.

Behind.

The husband, panting and meowing, followed behind on a station wagon, his collar and chest soaked with sweat.

Shengzi once told Gu Weijing that her mother loved raising cats.

Perhaps it was related to the family's unique recipes for making ham and lasagna when Mrs. Sakai was a daughter. She fed the cat and her husband, and without realizing it, she became plump and round.

The big gray cat sitting in front of the truck bed.

Check the weight.

Judging by body shape.

They are all in no way inferior to Awang.

Mrs. Sakai owns a Maine Coon, while Awang is a tabby cat. Considering the differences in size between the breeds, it seems that Awang's exceptional talent cannot be completely offset by the blonde aunt's Spanish ham feeding methods.

compare to.

Uncle Sakai, who was following behind, had undergone a remarkable transformation.

During this year, Kazunari Sakai was busy collaborating with a new gallery, working on his trendy brand project that took his family to a small island in the Pacific Ocean to sunbathe their bellies, and also trying to lose weight.

He became almost as mysterious as a "detective cat".

For twelve whole months, he had never appeared in the public eye. Now, people who knew him before would hardly believe that it was the legendary Kazunari Sakai.

Regarding waist circumference.

He's like someone who's lost their swim ring; they're at least three sizes too small.

Uncle Sakai has successfully reduced his chin to just a double chin, which is truly remarkable and commendable.

After a burst of laughter.

The blonde auntie's bicycle was the first to stop in front of the family tent by the shade of the tree. She supported the two front legs, took the big cat out of the bicycle basket, and placed it on the mat.

Maine Coon cats have a gentle temperament.

Very nice.

He didn't run around; he just lay on the mat, rubbing his head against Mrs. Cruz's thigh.

Even more obedient than a Maine Coon is Kazunari Sakai.

Kazunari Sakai didn't wander off.

He was too lazy to even stop the car, so he just left it aside and lay on the mat like a helpless baby, gulping down water from his bottle.

I'm still not satisfied after drinking half a bottle of water.

His wife wouldn't let him pour water on his head, so he simply poured the remaining half bottle of water onto his belly, stuck out his tongue, and basked in the sun.

Finally, the gas was evenly distributed.

Kazunari Sakai saw the Maine Coon staring at him like he was an idiot.

Kazunari Sakai snorted.

What to look at.

That's my wife, how dare you rub against her? I want a hug too, I want to rub against her too. Sakai Kazunari shifted his buttocks, stretched his neck, and wanted to rest his head on his wife's lap.

The blonde aunt was disgusted by the sweat on his body.

Extend a finger, press it against his face, and push his head to the side.

"Look."

“Victory.”

Mrs. Cruz said.

Upon hearing this, Kazunari Sakai turned his head.

During their vacations, Mrs. Sakai discouraged her family from excessive use of electronic devices. When they went camping, Katsuko Sakai brought paints and a drawing board.

Tsunamasa Sakai is reading a novel.

Katsuko Sakai is painting.

Tsunamasa Sakai is sunbathing, and Katsuko Sakai is painting.

Sakai Tsunamasa is chasing after the cat, playing with it, while Sakai Katsuko is drawing. The cat is chasing after Sakai Tsunamasa, playing with it, while Sakai Katsuko continues to draw.

My daughter, Katsuko, has been drawing for almost the entire day.

From this angle, the couple could see Katsuko's back; her white skin and lace skirt looked as if a layer of silver varnish had been applied to a blue paper.

Katsuko Sakai cut her hair short.

The ends of her hair fell to the level of her ears, completely exposing her neck. Her quiet and serious back view resembled an old Spanish silver coin from a shipwreck, gleaming faintly.

looks.

The painting by Katsuko Sakai is probably a self-portrait.

But it was still just a silhouette against the sky.

The woman in the picture has her back to the painting, and she reaches out her arm to touch the back of her neck, either massaging it or tidying her hair. She is slightly turned to the side, and the curves of her body are clearly visible.

She retains a sense of youthful exuberance, like the lingering traces of water after the tide has receded.

The colors are neither too wet nor too dry.

clean.

beautiful.

And persistent.

I paint, therefore I am.

From this angle, Katsuko Sakai's silhouette overlaps with the silhouette in the oil painting, creating a game of spatial folding, where one silhouette is nested within another background.

All the backs overlapped.

They shared their feelings.

Kazuhiro Sakai originally wanted to wave and call his daughter over, but after hesitating for a moment, the chubby uncle with a proud double chin withdrew his hand.

"Katsuko has found her own path as a painter."

Kazunari Sakai poked the Maine Coon's belly with his finger, pushing it away from his wife's legs, and said with a philosophical air.
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Gu Weijing watched the sunrise in Strasbourg.

That was in the "Little France" district of Germany. They parked their car by the forest and stayed in two log cabin hotels by the canal. At dawn, the sun rose from behind the dark forest.

Gu Weijing remembered that scene.

The world's two faces switched before his eyes.

The clouds were gray at first, then slowly brightened, the black forest gradually turned white, and finally, the sky brightened, as if the indifference and alienation were fading away little by little.

Gu Weijing watched "Moonrise" again later.

That was on the highways surrounding Reims.

Miss Elena was driving; Anna had a driver's license and could drive certain vehicles. It was already night, and they were on a side road with almost no lights.

We rounded a bend in the mountain valley.

The bright moonlight rose.

It appeared before their eyes; in that moonlight, the whole world became transparent, with only the sound of wheels.

Gu Weijing also remembered that scene.

There's no particular reason.

She is simply very beautiful.

They took the wrong turn in Reims and were delayed for a while, but on the morning of the fifth day of their trip, they finally arrived in Paris.

(End of this chapter)