Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

USA, New York.

Miller walked into a spacious and luxurious study room carrying two cups of coffee.

He put the coffee next to the desk and looked at George who was sitting in front of the computer.

George looked away from the computer screen and said thank you to Miller.

Miller came up behind George and rubbed his shoulders.

George felt Miller's power, showing an expression of great enjoyment, and continued to look at the pictures on the screen.

"Jiang Zhe sent me the drafts. Have you read them? Which group do you like?" He stared at the screen and asked Miller who was standing behind him.

Miller said: "I prefer the indoor scenes of the first group and the draft scenes of the fourth group. But both drafts seem to have problems. In the scene of the first group, the members are divided into two tables, and the colors of the fourth group seem too bright.

Which group do you think is the best? I'd like to hear your opinion. "

George signaled Miller to stop massaging, then picked up the coffee cup, stirred the coffee with a spoon, and said something irrelevant: "Your skills are getting better and better."

He slowly sipped the coffee, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the aroma before saying, "This is a watercolor painting, so there will be some deviations from the oil painting draft.

However, from these paintings, we can see that the artist's skills have improved since the last time we met. He is trying to make some breakthroughs. He is a capable and ambitious painter."

"Well, that's why I like to ask him to customize my work. You told me this." Miller agreed.

George continued, "Except for this group of paintings on the grass, we can see many shadows of classical paintings in the other three groups of works, such as Velázquez's use of mirrors, Rembrandt's depiction of light and shadow, and Caravaggio's depiction of still life. It is a great skill to be able to integrate these elements well and create new ideas.

"Can you help me choose one? You haven't told me your choice yet?" Miller continued to ask.

George said: "Ask yourself, do you want a piece to hang in your club for show, or do you want a piece of art that you can collect?"

"Is there any difference? Can I choose both?" Miller said.

George explained with a smile: “I once saw the works of Rembrandt and a group of painters of his time in an exhibition hall of the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.

When these portraits, especially group portraits, are placed in the same room, you can easily compare the differences between them.

Some of the works that sold very well at the time are actually quite boring when viewed today. The works that pleased the customers at the time were also very technically sound, such as the faces of the characters, the details of the clothes, and the sheen on the armor, which were all well drawn, but these paintings are just a bit boring.

Because we don't know any of them, and I don't care what happened to them. However, Rembrandt's works have touched countless people over the centuries.

Standing in front of Rembrandt's works, you will think about how he created these painting languages ​​when he was creating them. This is the difference between a master and an ordinary person.

A great artist is one who can use ordinary subjects to create a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

I read a book that contained a very interesting description. A person in the fashion industry often collaborates with artists. He said that an artist may only have a few masterpieces. Maybe you will encounter that one, or maybe you won’t. If you want to encounter that masterpiece, you must learn to shut up.

Miller thought for a moment and said, "But I still don't know how to choose."

George smiled. "It doesn't matter. We can't see the changes after hundreds of years. Jiang Zhe is a very good painter. Since you are asked to choose, choose according to your heart. Of course, if you want to choose the work with the highest artistic level, choose the one that seems to deviate the most from tradition.

In addition, I suggest that when you reply to him, you can tell him your choice and also tell him that you will not interfere with his creation. "

...Jiang Zhe's studio.

Because he hadn't received a reply yet, he was chatting with Wang Zhen about the National Art Exhibition.

The National Art Exhibition is held in stages. Each province makes recommendations according to the amount allocated. The organizer will hold the first stage of exhibitions in different exhibition areas according to different professional painting types, and then send them to the capital for overall evaluation and selection of winning works. There are exhibitions at each stage, so the candidates have to pass each level one by one.

For example, Binhai Art College will send selected works to the province. After the province conducts selection, the works will be exhibited and then sent to the professional departments.

"The competition within our school is very fierce. Can you know in advance the list of people to be pushed up?" Jiang Zhe asked.

Wang Zhen was very surprised: "You can directly apply for the provincial evaluation without worrying about this problem, right?" She paused for a moment and continued: "You rarely cared about this matter before. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Zhe hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

"I don't know if Lan Xin can be selected, so I want to help her."

Wang Zhen smiled: "You rarely speak up for others. What happened? She came to you."

Jiang Zhe shook his head: "No. Someone in the school spread gossip about me, and she stood up for me several times. She was willing to help me, and I also wanted to help her as much as possible."

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On the day of the selection, someone said something strange, and Lan Xin stood up to defend Jiang Zhe, which had already reached Jiang Zhe's ears. Lan Xin spoke up for Jiang Zhe several times, and Jiang Zhe knew it.

As they get along, his affection for Lan Xin grows.

When others are good to you, you should give back.

Wang Zhen thought for a moment and said, "How much do you want to help? Actually, you don't have to tell me. She is selling paintings in my gallery, and I will help her as much as possible."

Jiang Zhe said: "Her painting skills are good and have been improving. She is able to be selected in the provincial selection and continue to participate in the exhibition in the traditional Chinese painting section, which should be considered a victory."

Wang Zhen replied: “It is easy to participate in the oil painting exhibition, but for most students, it is a big challenge to participate in an exhibition of this level.

Although I think Lan Xin's paintings are good, it is indeed difficult for her to win the two selections at the school and provincial levels. Do you really want to help?"

Jiang Zhe nodded.

Wang Zhen thought for a while and said, "During your school's selection process, it is inconvenient for you to speak, so I can step in.

My reasons are very good. Lan Xin sells paintings in my gallery, and I want to help her. In addition, I have a good relationship with several teachers in your school. This level of selection should be no problem.

The provincial selection will be difficult, and it will be difficult for me to run it for her. After all, her situation is different from yours."

At this time, Jiang Zhe's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and said to Wang Zhen, "It's Miller's call."

Wang Zhen stared at Jiang Zhe as he answered the call.

(End of this chapter)