"Why are there two paintings that are exactly the same?"

At the coffee table, the translator's tone revealed consternation: "How can this be, is the show wrong?" ”

In her eyes, the frames held by the judges on the left and right hands were almost identical, and there was no obvious difference.

Is one of them a photocopy, or is it that the same artist painted two identical pictures?

"No, these are two different pieces."

Katsuko Sakai blinked, and after an initial brief moment of consternation, she realized what had happened.

"There are two artists who use the same technique and the same angle to paint, and both of them are absolutely excellent painters, so the results will be similar."

Bump into the painting!

In addition to Ray Louise, there is another artist in the seven drawings who uses the exact same method.

They also opted for colored pencils and also opted for a realistic style.

Both sides used the photographs provided by Mr. Hyperion as a template, so the final result was almost identical.

Miss Sakai observes the two illustrations in Anna's hand, mirroring each other, trying to see the most subtle differences.

In terms of realism, the mediocre paintings are varied and strange.

A true master, on the other hand, is infinitely closer to the truth.

The fact that the two illustrations make the translator unable to even tell the difference shows the excellence of these two paintings.

"Jane Arnaud's style is more cartoonish, he's not a realist painter, so neither of these paintings is his work."

Komatsu Taro is just arrogant, and he is not incapable.

He is the heir of Komatsu Kakuro, and he still knows a lot about the art styles of the masters.

He hardly had to think about it to conclude that the painting was not by Jane Arnaud.

So......

Is it that mysterious web painter?

But this looks so good.

"It shouldn't be. Such a painter...... Do you also sell illustrations part-time on the Internet? He doesn't even have his own professional contracted galleries and art agents? ”

Komatsu Taro quickly estimated the status and income of an excellent artist who could paint with a photograph-like effect if he was in Komatsu Gallery.

In the art trade, in fact, illustration is not very popular, and it belongs to the lower position of the contempt chain, and it is considered to be children's art.

You have to say to an oil painter that he paints in the style of illustration, and people think you are swearing.

RB and Germany are countries that prefer illustrations, but the United Kingdom and France, which are old art countries, still prefer oil paintings, and illustrations can't be sold at too high prices.

But there is one market that is exceptional.

That's the United States.

Americans can even treat comics as precious works of art, and old Europe has always regarded this as a typical example of a boar that can't eat fine chaff.

There is the artistic standard of either of these two exquisite illustrations, plus there are suitable publicity channels.

"Throw it to New York, polish it for a few years, and you can earn $300,000 a year casually, and you can be considered rich in the New York Bay Area. Why do you want to work part-time as a cheap painter on the Internet? Is there something wrong with his brain? ”

Komatsutaro's tone was full of confusion.

He felt like he had seen a thoroughbred horse that would have made a name for himself in the JRA (Osaka Central Jockey Club, RB's largest commercial sport) go to a country like Yamagata Prefecture to pull a carriage.

Is this a fucking head kicked?

"Mr. Komatsu, maybe Chairman Komatsu has protected you well, so that you don't know the cruelty of this world."

Kazunari Sakai turned his head sideways and let out a chubby nasal voice.

He was born in poverty, and of course he was not surrounded by walls, but in the circle of art students, whose family conditions are relatively good, Professor Sakai's family background can only be called shabby.

When he was in college, Ichi Sakai became a tuition fee to study in Spain, drove his three-handed broken Honda, roamed the streets of Tokyo as an art tutor for the children of wealthy families, and once sold sketches to others in tourist attractions.

Even his favorite beef roast bird can only be eaten once a week, and the body fat rate was only 16% at one point, and he was starved and thin.

At this time, when he heard Komatsu Taro's words, he was a little unhappy: "Substituting your own ideas into the world of ordinary people is both unreasonable and arrogant. ”

"Not everyone has the opportunity to have access to a good artistic environment and show their own stage."

"I was invited to study in Central Asia, to Kyrgyzstan. Before the 90s, there were many famous artists born there. These outstanding art students from remote union countries could be sent to the center of the empire through the internal education system of the Soviet Union, and then radiated to the whole world through the amplifier of Moscow. However, in the past twenties and thirties, the art there has been discontinued, not because there is no new excellent blood, but because they have lost the ability to contact with the world's avant-garde trends, and people only regard it as an isolated art desert. ”

"A lot of painters who paint very well don't get the opportunity to show themselves in their lifetime."

Mrs. Sakai saw that Sakai Issari's tone was a little too harsh and wanted to say something.

"Alas...... Komatsu is right, selling paintings online for a living is a bit too non-mainstream for artists. ”

Professor Sakai did not accept his wife's views this time.

He shrugged his shoulders and asked, "If every painter could get a status that matches his ability, then Van Gogh wouldn't have lived in obscurity, would he?" ”

As soon as the example of one of the most ill-fated and legendary painters in the history of fine art came out, there was a brief silence in the café, and no one spoke again.

"It's a big world."

Katsuko Sakai let out a slow breath.

She originally thought that she had been exposed to the best art circles in the world since she was a child, and she had also seen all kinds of outstanding young people.

Unexpectedly, when she came to Yangon this time, she not only saw Gu Weijing, a young art student of the same age as herself, but not much inferior to herself.

Now, in Mr. Hyperion's new video, a random online painter who has never appeared out of nowhere shows his painting skills similar to those of the famous professor at the Britle Academy of Fine Arts.

A hint of excitement flashed in Sakai's eyes, as well as a hint of loss.

If Gu Weijing, a peer, brought him just a competitive spirit to win.

This unknown online painter brought her, who was touted by RB media as a once-in-a-century genius girl, and she was only frustrated.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

She knows,

The level shown by these two illustrations is already a completely different level of competition.

Komatsu Taro, who was reprimanded by Professor Sakai, is now no longer talking.

Komatsu Taro suddenly realized something, and at this time he lowered his head and was busy pressing his phone.

"Hell, this could be a wild genius painter."

Komatsu Taro no longer cares why this mysterious illustrator would sell illustrations online for a living.

He thought more.

He had wanted to get in touch with Professor Ray Louise because he judged that as long as Professor Louis's drawings were impressive enough, he would take advantage of the popularity of Mr. Hyperion's new video and the popularity of people's conversation.

The value of the professor at the British Academy of Fine Arts should be a big boost.

However, the illustrator who is currently selling his paintings online is clearly a better choice than the professor at the Britannia School of Art.

Think about which is more profitable to process ready-made gold bars into gold jewellery and sell them, or to discover a vein of high-purity gold that has not been mined.

Compared with well-known painters who have already become famous, any gallery or oil painting economist is more inclined to dig up some obscure treasures.

The internationally accepted benchmark contract, the sharing contract between the gallery and the representative artist, is roughly about 3:7.

In other words, a painting can be sold for 1,000 yuan, 300 yuan goes to the gallery, and the remaining 700 yuan goes to the artist himself.

However, this proportion doesn't really make much sense.

Painters and galleries are on the balance of contracts, and whoever is more important will have more choice.

Komatsu Gallery's first contract for newcomers who are not well-known in the market is generally more than 65 percent, and don't dislike black, which is about the same internationally.

No one thinks there is anything wrong with this ratio, and it is a great honor for a newcomer to be favored by Komatsu Gallery, which has a wealth of art resources.

But when it comes to the level of well-known painters, this proportion will continue to decrease.

At the level of Uncle Sakai, the choice is again in the hands of the artist himself.

They usually hold long-term contracts, and if they want to poach such artists, the signing fee alone starts at the order of several million dollars, and this is only the beginning of negotiations, and you even need to consider giving people a certain amount of dry shares.

Komatsu Gallery is only the first in Osaka, but not the first in the world, and if it doesn't offer the same amount of chips as astronomical figures, why should people let you act as an agent?

"No, wait, these two paintings don't seem to be the same."

Uncle Sakai's head suddenly stretched forward, and he squinted his eyes and looked as far as he could, as if trying to get closer to the frame in Anna's hand in the shot.

He worked so hard that even Professor Sakai's neck, which had disappeared for a long time, reappeared in the world.

"Ichisei?" Mrs. asked curiously.

"Something is wrong, something is really wrong."

Uncle Sakai stared at the screen tightly, and suddenly coughed: "Although I can't see clearly in the current video, and I can't confirm who painted the two paintings, the second one is obviously better." ”

"And I feel even incredibly better."