Brother in Japan mixed club

One afternoon a few days later, I thought of the problem of bar decoration paintings, so I called Miyamoto Misako, who asked me to go to her studio to explain in detail. 【】

Misako Miyamoto's studio is an extraordinarily spacious studio, about [-] square meters, in an office building on Aoyama Road, Shibuya District. Because the studio is on the westernmost side of the building, there are doors on both walls, so it looks extraordinarily special. It is bright, and the corners are filled with oil paintings of various sizes, either framed or naked.The wall is white, and there are a few places where the latex paint has been broken abruptly, exposing the texture of the red bricks. After careful inspection, it was discovered that it was actually painted.

"The painting looks so real, I thought it was really broken." I pointed there and said.

"It feels like the wall is too white, there is nothing at all, and it doesn't look like a wall if it is empty, so let it have something, even if it is broken, okay." Misako Miyamoto said with a smile while twisting the oil paint. She is wearing very well today. Casual, short-sleeved denim, khaki pants and canvas shoes, a large yellow apron in front of the body to avoid painting stains, there are several palm-sized pockets on the apron, with different types of brushes inserted, the entire apron is almost covered with various colors.

"You got such a big studio there? It's very good." I admired.

"Dad used to buy this room as an office, but after it closed down, he left it for me to use as a studio. The company is not doing well these days. Fortunately, my grandfather has some wealth, which can withstand my father's squandering." Misako crooked He rolled his eyes at me and made a face, then took a rubber band out of his pocket and tied his hair up, leaving only the front bangs.

"Let me help you." She was struggling to unscrew a white oil painting base box again, and I reached out to help her unscrew it.

"Thank you." After Misako finished speaking, she took the opened primer box and began to apply the primer on the linen with the brush.

Sitting on a wooden bench, she said as she mixed paint, "What style did you say you wanted?"

"The more vulgar the better."

"Why do you say that?" Misako questioned, raising her eyebrows.I don't know if it's because she went to study abroad in the West, but she has a very open feeling, including the facial expressions unique to Westerners, but she doesn't seem awkward.Beauty has given her great benefits. Under the same expression or movement, an ugly person feels very different from a good-looking person. It is like saying "I love you" to a person you hate so much. You" feels the complete opposite of what it feels like to say "I love you."Beauty is also a specialty, and she has every right to add points.

"If you draw too well, there will be fewer people who like it, and this world will always belong to..." I sat on a chair next to her, smoothed my hand, and motioned, "Belongs to the public, the public It means universal, common is common, including their hobbies, if your paintings are too abstract and too subjective, they don’t understand, and they don’t want to understand.”

"This..." Misako put down the drawing board in her hand, crossed her chest and crossed her legs, and sat on the chair staring at me worriedly.

I put down my hands and said with a smile, "Don't be so mean to me, I'm telling the truth, to me you draw very well and are very artistic, but..." I scratched my head unconsciously, "It's like your paintings are far less than sentimental The popular comics are the same, they are called "high and low" in Chinese, if it is too high, the audience will be smaller, it is like a pyramid. The most important thing is, if you draw it, they may not understand it." I have to make another gesture, okay Proof that I do think so.

"Huh..." Mei Saeko still hugged her chest, frowned, and pursed her mouth and said, "Okay, then how do I draw it?"

"The color sense is strong, the visual impact is strong, try not to use your favorite blue..." Before I finished speaking, Misako glared at me, and I quickly explained, "My place is a bar, I want to be happy, The feeling of a dance hall needs the colorfulness of American Broadway."

"Then you can find someone else." After saying that, Misako jumped off the chair, making a gesture to leave.

I hurriedly grabbed her and said anxiously, "Don't worry, we can discuss it further."

"Mu Zhou-kun, I originally thought you knew art, but I didn't expect..." Misako struggled and said.

"Miss Miyamoto, my bar also needs to make a profit, shall we sit down and talk about it?" I pulled her over and straightened her on the seat, "Please, you know, people always like superficiality In this pragmatist society, who would care about the deep meaning inside, so if possible, draw a few more realistic and provocative ones.”

"Double." Misako said reluctantly, looking at me.

"what?"

"Price."

"No problem," I smiled, and bent her shoulders so that she was facing the easel. "Your looks have room for price increases."

"I paint."

"I bought paintings."

After I finished speaking, she started to draw, and she left the stool without disturbing her, slowly admiring the paintings on the wall, one by one square, like colorful tombstones.

After a while, Misako called to me, "Mu Zhou-kun, come here, how does it feel?"

"Well, it's pretty good, that's it. You can still draw it, can't you?" I painted it with Misako, and it's full of color. The gorgeous colors fill the whole picture, interspersed with a few symbolic lines thick lines.

"Then continue to draw in this style? Don't you find it boring?" Misako asked, frowning.

"Well, you can also draw some human bodies, the kind that are exposed." I said.

"That's okay." Misako said.

My eyes slowly moved from the hands of Misako on the canvas to her whole body, including her entire painting mood. This artistic sense itself is fascinating, coupled with the style of the studio, and Misako The curvature of the lower back when drawing.There is a gap between the bottom of her denim short sleeves and her trousers, where she can see her fair skin and pink underwear. The pink underwear with off-white lace edge and her white skin are very white. Makes people comfortable and lighthearted.

The eyes bring us visual joy, which is mostly stimulating and can make people feel happy and happy, but sometimes the joy brought by the eyes is far less intense than the joy brought by the genitals. It has far exceeded the function of the genital itself, but it is indeed pleasing.This makes me feel that the latter's joy is like a sinful temptation, and there are always people who can't help the temptation, otherwise why many people have a sense of guilt in their later lives.

Emotions can also bring joy. I don’t know if sex and love or soul and body are one, but at least in my eyes, they are basically one, but the proportions are different. For example, Jiang Pan and I have a relationship. Emotional, the ratio is 91; or Okamura Kappei is a complete jerk in my eyes, and the ratio of good and bad is also 91.He won't be able to do black hands to his own family, well, who knows if he will do black hands to his family.

I was fascinated by Misako's exposed waist, "Aren't the French very open?" I stood beside Misako and asked while she was drawing.

"Yes," Misako stared at the canvas, shaking the oil brush in her hand, and said, "Their openness is very special. Many people will not even get married, and many people will divorce after marriage. It feels like a lifetime. It’s like delaying yourself if you don’t tie up a few more times.”

"So do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"No, I had a good time, but I didn't make a boyfriend."

"Why not pay a French man, that sounds romantic enough."

"Well, I can't tell. I always feel awkward, and I spend most of my time painting." Misako said with a shrug.

Hearing what she said, I breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and even I didn't know why I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it's because Asian men always feel inferior to Western men in terms of the size of those things.Just like the garage used to store large suvs and then use it to store business cars, it is inevitable that the garage will feel empty. How many Asian men feel embarrassed about this thing.

"What is Mr. Muzhou in a daze for?"

"Oh, nothing. Was thinking about the garage."

"garage?"

"Yes, the garage." I made a square gesture, "I'm thinking about how suitable it is. By the way, I'll treat you to dinner later, it's getting late."

"this……?"

"If you're worried about something, you can call a few more people."

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Then let me choose a place. I remember that there is a restaurant that serves delicious hot pot."

"Okay." Misako glanced at me, then turned to continue drawing.

The food in the restaurant is very simple. Misako sat down on the cushion, then felt a little impolite and sat up on her knees, then took a deep breath and exhaled, her whole body softened like ice cream that was about to melt.

"It looks like you are exhausted, eat more later." I said with a smile.

"Yeah, you want me to draw so much all at once, how can I draw quickly without putting in more effort?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you delay for a while, I will feel guilty if I get sick from exhaustion."

"You merchants, why are you so guilty, you are all vampires." Misako wrinkled her nose and said with a contemptuous smile.

"Look at what you said, come, let's have something to eat." I asked the waiter to bring up the cooking plate.There are always a lot of bowls in Japanese cuisine, but the food in the bowls is pitifully small. If you eat bowls instead of vegetables, you will definitely make money without losing money.

"Isn't it? It's a waste of my art. You actually asked me to leave my beloved blue and paint those fancy and annoying things," Misako stirred the condiments in the bowl in front of her with her chopsticks Continuing in a serious manner, "There is nothing worse than abandoning your true love to cater to others, and it is art, for money."

"If you don't have any money to nourish your body, your art will also be forced to throw away. After all, Socrates said that the first priority is health and then beauty. Come, let me reward this future great But before becoming famous, please make sure to paint more decorative paintings, which can increase your fame if you have money. If Picasso hadn’t become famous, I personally don’t think his paintings can be sold.”

"That's because you don't understand. If you don't understand, you can't appreciate the greatness of those paintings. Except for the dilapidated rock steps in front of you at the foot of the mountain, you can't appreciate the majestic and magnificent picture on the top of the mountain." Meisha The son made an exaggerated gesture, then picked up the quick meat slices, dipped them in the seasoning and ate them.

"I only know how lonely you are on the top of the mountain when everyone else is having fun at the foot of the mountain." I said and helped her pick up a few slices of meat and put them in her bowl.

"Thank you," Misako leaned down and said, "I don't want to discuss this kind of issue with you, and you will never understand the beauty of art."

"Oh...it sounds very mysterious."

"It's not mysterious, it's not mysterious at all, it's right in front of your eyes." Misako drew a circle in the air in front of my eyes with her chopsticks, and said in a serious manner again, "It's a pity you won't be here, hum." Tapped my forehead lightly.

I admit that I only saw the two white spots on her neckline when she leaned over just now.

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