Van Gogh's life was undoubtedly full of pathos.

Years of poverty and inability to achieve anything left him hopeless and depressed about his future, and he was overwhelmed by pain.

Once upon a time, people used to draw pictures about how to draw details, and the more realistic the better. And a good painter can draw emotions on this basis.

But with the progress of the times and the advent of photographs, this kind of painting that completely draws on the details gradually lost the market, because no matter how you paint, you can't compare to the details of the photo.

However, the creation of art is endless, and people have gradually extended the painting styles of other factions, such as impressionism and abstraction.

Van Gogh's school of painting belongs to the expressionism of impressionism, and he has a very unique expressionist style.

The use of rich colors to express stronger emotions is a creation that can never be replaced by photographs.

His Starry Night series of oil paintings are also Char's favorite paintings, and Char's style when he used to learn to paint was actually influenced by him.

"You look down." Char said as he wiped his glass.

This year is already the end of 1888, which also means that Van Gogh will also cut off his own ears on these days, and next year, he will choose to tie his own life.

"When you can't afford to consume a glass of wine, you feel lost." Van Gogh said.

Char shrugged his shoulders undeniably, "There are always times when people are at a low point. ”

"But I. . . Never saw the dawn. Van Gogh lost his mind and whispered, "My life has been at the bottom since I was born, and I have never come out." ”

Char didn't say anything, just continued to make him a cocktail, and the shaker was clanged by him.

"Can you tell us about your work?"

"I'm a painter." Van lowered his eyes and said, "One. Not very well-known painter. ”

Char nodded, "Learning to paint is indeed more difficult than the average industry." Except for the painters at the top, most of the rest of the painters were poor.

To tell you the truth, I used to learn to paint, but I gave up because of life. ”

"I'm not going to give up." Van Gogh whispered, "Unless it's at the end of life." ”

Char didn't say anything, just put the mojito in his hand on the table.

"Let's try the refreshing one."

Van Gogh picked up the mojito and took a sip, the taste was cool, refreshing, sweet and sour, giving people a clear feeling, with a light rum taste, mint made the whole refreshing, and the collision of lime and wine flavor was very eye-catching.

He looked at the wine again and sighed, "It's really good, no wonder it's so expensive." ”

"You and I both like to draw, and it looks like we have a lot to talk about." Char said.

Van Gogh looked up at Char, "When I talk to the other painters about painting, the usual result is a quarrel. ”

"I just like to draw, but I'm not a painter." Char said.

After a pause, he asked curiously, "What's your favorite painting?" ”

Van Gogh thought for a moment and was silent for a long time.

After a while, he said, "My brother is an art dealer, and a few years ago, the Russian Empire held an exhibition of paintings, which was organized by the imperial family.

I was lucky enough to go with him.

At the exhibition, a royal collection was exhibited, a portrait of the legendary emperor, Catherine II.

Who the painter really was, it is not known, and the royal family has not announced it.

However, according to the words of a servant known to my brother who had worked in the palace for generations, it may have been a gift from one of Catherine II's mistresses. ”

Char's bartending motion paused slightly, and after a moment, he said, "I think, probably not."

"I've never heard of this painter's name." Van Gogh looked at the wine glass in front of him and whispered, "There is only one known painting of his hand-me-down, and it may even be the only one, and this painting is a portrait painting." ”

He looked up at Char, "What do you think, what is the reason?" ”

Char didn't know how to refute his words for a while.

Because it seems that there is indeed a little bit of peculiarity.

Char actually painted a lot of paintings after picking up the brush again, all in the castle's warehouse, and painted a lot of paintings for Alicia, some of which were even not visible to others.

"The man said that he had seen the portrait of this painter in the palace." Van Gogh said, "It was painted by Catherine II." ”

"That's your favorite painting?" Char said.

"The painter's approach was very similar to that of the Florentine school, focusing on sketching.

The vivid red circles and hairs around those eyes cannot be expressed without the most delicate portrayal.

The eyes and face are natural and decent, the eyelashes are thick, and each one is meticulously depicted, twisting and turning, as if from under the skin, which is extremely realistic.

The pure and delicate pink nostrils on the tip of the nose come to life. The lips are slightly pursed, from rosy lips to delicate pink necks, and everywhere is vivid skin rather than a pile of pigments. If you look intently at the hollow in your throat, you can feel your pulse beating. ”

Speaking of paintings, Van Gogh, who was still a little restrained just now, chattered a little.

"For the portrait of an empress, it is most appropriate to use this faction to paint mythological and religious themes, showing the sublime and solemn.

However, what I like the most is that part of him has an impressionist painting technique, using color to express emotions.

Catherine II's self-confidence, propriety, and Baikal-like blue eyes were full of undisguised ambition, as if she contained thousands of troops, like an empress who ruled the world.

Looking at that painting, the legendary empress seemed to be right in front of her. ”

Van Gogh's eyes were filled with emotion.

"I can't describe the shock I was when I first saw that painting, at least, I might not have been able to reach that height after all my life."

"If you have a chance, can you show me your paintings?" Char asked.

Van Gogh obviously didn't expect Char to ask such a question, and for a while, he didn't know how to answer.

"I have a habit of collecting paintings." Char said, "I've actually seen the painting you mentioned. ”

"In this world, there are always a few people who can really appreciate paintings, and most of them are people who think they know how to paint. They're all vassal, self-righteous guys. Char sneered, "Let them look at the paintings, and they only know that they are good, but let them say why, but they are all speechless." ”

"Just because you can see a picture doesn't mean you can draw." Van Gogh silently drank the wine from the glass in front of him, "So far, I have only sold one painting for four hundred francs. ”

If converted to RMB, it's almost 2,000 yuan.

He silently got up from his seat, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir." Well, I take my leave"

With that, he turned around and pushed open the door of the tavern and left.

Char, on the other hand, quietly watched his back, his eyes flickering, but he didn't say anything, just silently put away the wine glass

The tavern fell silent for a moment.

Alicia also returned to the tavern through the door of the carriage, and looked at Char in the tavern, she asked with some confusion.

"Where's your new friend?"

"Left." Char said, "But. . . He'll be back tomorrow."

(End of chapter)