This statement made the assistant stunned directly on the spot.

The unfinished words are stuck in my mouth, and I don't know how to answer the other person's self-talk.

That's how the artist thinks he's failed!

Why?

They are all masters of knife painting, no matter how big the gap in painting techniques is, how big can it be?

Even if Detective Cat and Professor Boggs really drew better.

That should also be just a negligible minutiae between 95 and 98 on the report card.

In the face of Master Jane Arnold's previous reprimand, it was impossible for the assistant to argue with the employer.

However, in his heart, the detective cat is not to mention, compared to the old-fashioned and boring Professor Boggs, the assistant is actually more optimistic about this Ms. Anya.

The advantages of this novel painting method should be enough to erase some of the slight disadvantages of the technique.

Why did she suddenly give up on herself!

"But...... You're not done yet. ”

The assistant spread his hands and tried to persuade something.

"Like I just told you, it doesn't matter, this piece certainly won't have the effect of opening Tony's heart."

There was not much decadence in Ms. Anya's tone, which sounded like she was just stating an objective fact that would inevitably happen and could not be changed.

The assistant suddenly woke up.

In the face of the broken sika deer footprints just now, Ms. Anya said "not important" - not that the bad footprints he stepped on were not important, but that the whole work was meaningless.

"Classical art emphasizes technique, modern art emphasizes form, and avant-garde art emphasizes concept."

"I heard that there is a saying in the painting of oriental painters called the finishing touch, which can finally process a few strokes of a painting and elevate the artistic conception and style of the whole work. I don't know how credible this statement is, at least I don't have the magic, and neither can this work. ”

Anya finished ordering the parrot's feathers and took off her gloves.

"Out of respect for art, I still finish all of this 'Pet Love' in the next few days, but I can feel that Tony doesn't like my paintings."

"Maybe when this grand work is completed, the result will be different, just like judging the quality of a movie, you always need to see the ending."

The assistant is still persuading without giving up.

The female artist tossed her gloves onto the plastic paper on the side, turned her head to stare at Tony next to her, and whispered.

"Modern art is different from film, and the essence lies in the form of creation."

"If the process of creating this painting didn't ignite Mr. Tony's curiosity and passion for art, the ending would not have been any different if there were a few more or fewer animals on this wall at the end."

The female artist walked over and wrapped her arms around Tony's head like a pitiful nun, and patted him on the back helplessly.

"Poor boy, I'm really sorry, I heard that you are about my age, but I probably can't help you much."

Anya also happens to be forty-one years old this year.

She looks much younger than Tony, wearing only a cultural shirt with the words "It's better to learn to draw than lying down" in the studio, personality pajamas and gray beach pants, a plump thigh is exposed, and her bare feet are on the ground.

The blonde woman artist in the shawl is not pretty, but her eyes are deep, occasionally childish, and feminine.

The assistant often likes to run to Anya's studio.

Not only did he come to observe the process of her artistic creation, but he also wondered if he could ask this painter sister, who is still a single painter, out for a cup of coffee.

Sadly, Tony is just a kid who doesn't grow up.

This charming hug that made the assistant want to move, instead made Tony shrink back in some fear, and stomped over a palette placed next to his feet.

"That's it. I'd rather see him playing in the mud with paint than standing around in such a sluggish way. Playing with mud means that he is still curious about things in the outside world. Standing here sluggishly, just a puppet, he and I couldn't establish any spiritual communication. ”

Ms. Anya shook her head and sighed.

"Knife drawing is a great way to get started."

"I have composed, and Dr. King and I thought that even if Tony painted some babbling symbols, I could communicate through the paintings, and try to slowly amplify the emotions he revealed."

"I can turn mud into a fairytale castle, and turn a broken sika deer footprint into a burning sun. Even the jumble lines of some children's graffiti can be transformed into a meteor gliding through the cosmic sky. If he doesn't paint anything, then I don't get any feedback. ”

"100 times 100 is 100, 0 is 100 times still 0, Tony is like a pale sculpture, that's why I tried and failed. Our brain waves are not on the same channel at all. ”

Anya pointed to the bottom of the wall.

"It was my last attempt, but it still wasn't very successful."

At the entrance of the floor, there is a series of clear footprints of kittens, and the petal-like palm prints of the kittens are dotted with rainbow-like arcs.

It leads from the doorway to the very middle of the wall.

A gray cat was lying there, with a leisurely body and beautiful hair, looking sideways into the depths of the void with its inky pupils.

"That's a lovely little one, isn't it?"

Anya crossed her arms and looked at the portrait on the wall: "Have you seen that farewell video, I feel like my heart is broken." Do you think I painted it? ”

"Amy? Quite like that. ”

Folded ears cats look similar to assistants, nothing more than the difference between being fat and thin.

He didn't actually see anything special about the cat that Ms. Anya had drawn, but of course he knew that he was talking about the cat.

"Tony is a caring little kid and Amy is a good cat with only love. Dr. Kim didn't think there was much hope, but I still wanted to draw Amy and try it. ”

"Honestly, I'm a dog. I've always felt that cats are a bit indifferent to humans and can't be raised. But Amy completely refreshed my understanding of cats as pets. I also want to have a cat that is so affectionate. ”

Anya shook her head.

"You said I drew a portrait, I think I drew Amy in my heart, but it must not be Amy in Tony's heart, otherwise his reaction would not be so bland."

She hugged her arm.

After a minute or two of struggling, the artist flattened his mouth rather girlishly: "Forget it, it doesn't matter." ”

"It doesn't matter. Tony is forty-one years old, and in the face of a forty-one-year-old autistic person, all we can do is resign ourselves to our fate. Originally, this invitation was born out of Dr. Kim's immature suggestion. Maybe the knife painting didn't work for our Tony at all. ”

The assistant was relieved: "Queenstown is still a very beautiful place, you should think that you should come here for a week or two, I don't know if you are interested in the weekend......"

"Huh? What are you talking about. ”

He was only halfway through his appointment with the young lady, and Anya frowned and expressed her confusion.

"Huh?"

"You may be mistaken. What I mean by indifferent is that it doesn't matter if I can't draw well, because there are two masters involved here, Boggs and Detective Cat. No matter what Oil Painting magazine says, compared to them, I'm just throwing bricks and stones. ”

The little star in Ms. Anya's eyes flashed with anticipation: "I would love to know what kind of answer these two artists will give." ”

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Boggs was completely different from the gallery's co-founder, who seemed to be very charming, only slightly younger than Jane Arnold and already looked like an old man.

He also did not go to Jane Arnold's studio to work, but he did not ask for a particular studio to be remodeled.

Professor Boggs just asked people to go to the guest bedroom on the third floor and send the corresponding easels and painting tools.

While the assistant was talking to Anya, the old man was slowly picking out one of the dozen old folk songs on the upper shelf.

The stylus drops, and the lyrical, slow-paced music comes from the old-fashioned gramophone and blends into the turquoise blue lake outside the window.

The sound of the music was slow, and so was Professor Boggs's movements as he stood in front of the drawing board.

It's like an upscaled video shot at 60 fps and played back at 24 fps, and everything in the room seems unhurried.

Even the cute white folded ear cat that Tony didn't want, but was carried to his room by Professor Boggs, was lying on the windowsill and dozing lazily.

Western University Society.

In terms of job design, corresponding to the rarity ratio of about 1:9 to the number of ordinary professors, tenured professors are creatures that can stand at the top of the lying flat food chain.

Before tenure, there will be a variety of teaching KPIs, a variety of assessments, a dumping of research resources, and a variety of political struggles on campus.

They will also face the risk of being swept away by the university because of their substandard teaching performance.

No matter what, Chinese or foreign.

Decent faculty positions in universities are always in high demand, and competition is fierce, and a position as a lecturer at a mid-to-lower state university may receive many applications from doctoral students from top Ivy League schools.

But when you become a tenured professor, the pace of life slows down immediately.

The so-called "lifelong" means.

As long as he doesn't commit crimes, doesn't sexually harass students, doesn't engage in low-end racial discrimination and academic misconduct, and does not deal a blow to the reputation of the school, he is invincible when he lies flat. The school had almost no performance requirements for him and would never be fired or expelled.

Professors at science and engineering colleges may also be under pressure to make millions of dollars from their universities to do experiments and sustain their research.

Professors of literature and art can let themselves go as long as they wish.

The Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts isn't a great art school, but Professor Boggs still has a base salary of $140,000 a year with various stipends.

Flexible working is available, with an additional five weeks of vacation per year, and an additional seven months of travel leave with full pay for every four-year period of work.

The so-called work is nothing more than 2.5 hours of teaching time per week, and going to his own small studio to bring a few young students who want to spend time in the unpopular field of knife painting.

Of course, invitations to various art meetings and exchange events will always fill his work mailbox.

It's just that Professor Boggs is long past the age when he was young, excitedly planning how to go to France and Switzerland for public tourism and free skiing.

There are too many holidays, and people will get tired.

Now for him, it can still keep him stimulated, and the aging heart in his chest will be like a twenty-year-old boy again, and there are only a few proposals that beat violently.

For example, Jane Arnold's invitation this time.

Another example is the curatorial suggestion from the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

"Hmm...... Detective cat. ”

Professor Box's arm holding the oil knife paused slightly for a few seconds.

The old man let out a soft sigh of unknown meaning, and then painted on the drawing board in his characteristic rhythm of 0.5 times.

The professor's hand movements are like that of an old grandfather doing tai chi, and then the pattern on the linen canvas is not slow at all, and if you compare it carefully, it is even three points faster than the speed at which Ms. Anya downstairs draws various animal portraits on the wall.

The field of art does not pursue speed, and fast painting does not necessarily equate to good painting.

Generally speaking, a painter who takes shape faster than ordinary people is usually nothing more than two kinds of people, extreme recklessness or extreme self-confidence.

He wasn't moving very quickly.

The drawing is extremely accurate and stable.

The knife itself is difficult to control, and even when an ordinary art student uses an oil painting knife to retouch and alter a painting, the surface of the knife will leave traces on the canvas after the pigment has been squeezed and the metal has been shifted.

Some of these knife marks can be retained to become the unique texture of the canvas, while others that are not needed will be retouched.

Professor Boggs completely omitted the process of retouching and altering.

He had a complete net in his mind, completely enveloping each knife in where the paint should start and where it should end, whether it was shallow or thin, thick or light.

In Professor Boggs's mind, the complete appearance of an oil painting is already like a computer modeling analysis, which has been broken down into hundreds of oil painting knife touch lines.

He just needs to follow 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...... Just draw quickly and efficiently.

No

The computer metaphor is too mechanical and old-fashioned for someone who really stands on the strongest in the field of knife drawing.

Even though the knife painting is a very small temple, it is true.

Before the sudden appearance of the detective cat, Professor Boggs had always been the largest golden-bodied bodhisattva in this small temple.

Every painting tool is an extension of the painter's thinking, a sea of enchantment.

Most painters choose to use oil brushes as a carrying boat to their dreams, and some are like Ms. Anya, wearing bikinis and playing on the beaches of various oceans, trying to take the water of the five oceans and turn it into their own strait.

There are few like Professor Boggs.

Ever since he was a child in a rural community, he used the back of a spoon to smear jams, milkshakes, and his grandmother's fried egg yolks on breakfast bread every morning, and he has developed an indissoluble bond with the use of thin metal planes to express inspiration and creativity all his life.

As a young man, he turned into a swimming fish and jumped from a knife-drawn cliff in an attempt to explore the deepest part of the sea.

(End of chapter)