"Me?"

"Of course I'm here to defeat her."

Professor Boggs said with Tom Yum vermicelli soup in his mouth and without raising his head, not looking like he was not interested in Thai food.

"Defeat her? It may not be easy. I think the evaluation of Detective Cat Lady by Oil Painting Magazine is biased. Both of them are experts in the field of knife painting, what do you say? ”

Jane Arnold went along with the conversation.

They are all artists, and chatting at the dinner table inevitably talks about related gossip.

"It's just a political struggle."

Anya brushed the hair behind her ears.

The illustrator had just given herself a big gift, and she didn't want to be perfunctory, so she told the truth: "I'm a little disappointed with my attitude towards Oil Painting. And sad for what happened to the detective cat. Of course, out of your living room, I won't say that. ”

She is both a painter and an art gallerist, and of course she does not dare to offend the magazine "Oil Painting".

"It's not unusual for this kind of thing to happen every day in the art world, the only difference is that this time it's the board of directors of Oil Painting magazine." The assistant spread his hands.

"It's because it's an oil painting that it's so disappointing. When I was a student, when other girls were looking forward to being the cover model for Harper's Bazaar or Vogue, my dream was to be on the cover of "Oil Painting" once. ”

"This is yet another shameless crackdown on our female artists, and the same thing has happened countless times in history."

"I didn't expect even Oil Painting magazine to have such a bottom line."

Anya looked puffed up.

The assistant pouted secretly, this is a big hat, if you want to say that "Oil Painting" magazine suppressed the detective cat because the other party was a woman, he didn't believe it.

It's not two hundred years ago.

Because of political correctness, I can't wait for more than half of the identities in the list of winners of major art awards to be girls, for fear of being scolded for sexism.

The detective cat is just an unlucky pawn that happens to be used by the magazine to play games with the Yelena family.

"She's strong."

Professor Boggs interrupted their conversation and looked up, "Very strong, the best knife painter I've ever seen in years, better than me before." ”

"You said you were going to defeat her." The assistant reminded.

"It's stronger than me before, but it's not as good as what I am now."

Professor Boggs pursed the corners of his mouth and said slowly, "She's like the Hulk, I'm Spider-Man." ”

"What?"

Anya didn't understand the old professor's name.

"In the plot of the movie, there is always a need for a rival villain to prove the strength of the hero, like the church and Copernicus, Jérôme and Impressionism. If my opponent isn't strong enough, what proof do I have to prove that I'm at the top of the knife painting I've ever seen? ”

"The one you're talking about should be the Green Goblin. The Hulk and Spider-Man are in a gang. ”

The assistant whispered a reminder that the old man had made a mistake with the comic character.

"It doesn't matter who it is, I've waited twenty years for such an interesting opponent. This is a gift from the goddess of art, and whoever comes to life will remember how I defeated the detective cat when it comes to drawing with a knife. ”

When he mentioned the detective cat, his eyes were bright like two fires burning.

It's very boring to be alone.

When Professor Boggs received a call from the Metropolitan Museum's chief art adviser asking him to write a critical essay, it was supposed to be a trivial matter.

Anyway, I don't deliberately target anyone.

Of all the living painters in the field of knife painting, one is counted as one, and in the eyes of the old professor, they are all rubbish.

However, when the old professor actually saw the book "The Little Prince".

Boggs immediately changed his mind.

He almost instantly realized that this set of illustrations for "The Little Prince" was enough to go down to the historical level of knife painting.

So even if you face the temptation to open a solo exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum.

He still rejected the Hleifi shareholders.

Professor Boggs is 65 years old, and as he gets older and has a near-all-encompassing material life, the old professor has begun to pursue purer desires.

He didn't want to be used as an after-dinner conversation for posterity by attacking a set of illustrations that might go down in history.

I also want to give this opponent the respect he deserves.

Later generations who have written art history should have written about how he defeated the detective cat, just as the Duke of Wellington defeated Napoleon.

It wasn't Professor Boggs who defeated an art clown.

I believe that my current skills will definitely not be weaker than that detective cat, and the face-to-face communication with Tony, and then drawing, is his own advantage.

Professor Boggs couldn't help but smile at the thought of the smugness.

"Hey, hey, hey."

The professor still has fans on the corner of his mouth.

He laughed so intently, more like a real psychopath than Tony, who was being fed by the servant next to him.

If any of the diners in the exhibition hall had seen Stephen Chow's "Kung Fu", they would have thought that this old man with crow's feet in the corners of his eyes did not look like Spider-Man Peter Parker.

Instead, it resembles the Fire Cloud Evil God who asked to kill others or be killed.

"Hasn't the detective cat been delivered yet?"

Professor Boggs had enough of laughing and asked Jane Arnold.

The illustrator shook his head: "Not yet, her agent said that she has more works to draw, so she will be slower." ”

"How much does she paint? I've drawn quite a bit, and I've already finished it. Never mind...... It's better to draw slowly. If I hastily submit some works, I will be disappointed. With that set of "The Little Prince", she is qualified to appear in the finale. ”

Professor Boggs wiped his mouth and simply stood up.

Anyway, the detective cat in his heart can't compare to himself anyway, and the more the other party paints, the higher the artistic attainment of his works.

"In that case, when everyone is done eating, come to my room."

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Professor Boggs's room was against the wall, lined up with twelve frames that were drying.

Compared to Anya's whimsical idea of painting in a room.

The professor's creative scene looks too mundane.

Each piece is a 30×40's canvas, facing the wall, waiting to be turned over and showcased.

"Amy."

Professor Boggs said.

"What? Are you referring to the cat? ”

The assistant raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, the name of my group of paintings is called "Amy", and I don't understand it?"

Professor Boggs didn't like his bluntness, and responded casually perfunctorily.

The old man picked up the kitten from the cushion of the armchair, which had already been fed by the maid at suppertime, and the professor held the cat with his left arm, and stroked his right hand from the top of the cat's hair to the back of his neck.

"Of course, this little girl is also called Amy now."

"Affective substitution doesn't work well. We've tried a lot of things, but none of them worked as expected. Tony doesn't think of the white kitten as the cat that once grew up with him just because his name is also Amy. ”

It was Dr. Kim An-kyung who spoke.

Since it was necessary to evaluate the effect of Boggs's work on Tony's psychological stimulation, the psychiatrist did not leave after dinner.

There were empty houses on the ranch, so he stayed directly in the illustrator's house.

Professor Boggs scowled, expressed disdain, and was cool and silent again.

"The professor should be thinking about the way out, he has faith in his own paintings." Jane Arnaud was well acquainted with the momentum of Boggs standing in front of a row of easels.

It's a feeling of being in control.

When an illustrator creates, he also feels that he is the best fairy tale illustrator in the world.

Jane Arnold was not at all offended.

The illustrator loved Professor Boggs's energy.

Having faith is of course a good thing, but how can a painter without faith paint works that can create miracles?

Whether it's Picasso's favorite thing in his life to watch beautiful girls fight for themselves, or Dalí's famous quote - "As a painter, there are two luckiest things, the first is that he is Spaniard, and the second is that his name is Dalí." I was lucky enough to happen to both of them. ”

Many of the great painters are extremely narcissistic people.

"If knife drawing really works for people with autism, then my work does...... If it doesn't work, it's also a problem with the knife itself, and that's how it can do it. ”

The professor thought for a moment, smacked his lips, and added.

"It's your credit to you for drawing well, but it's a problem of how you draw badly?"

The assistant couldn't help but speak.

"Of course, I'm the best in the field. Now I represent the limit of the art of knife painting. ”

Professor Boggs didn't seem to hear the mockery in his assistant's tone at all, and he was very arrogant.

Jane Arnold glared at the assistant with a stern gaze and motioned for the other party to shut up.

When I learned that Gu Weijing wanted to choose Amy as the subject of his painting.

Dr. Kim An-kyung said half-jokingly, half-seriously, that this kind of behavior was like when he was on the football team, and every boy on the team stubbornly thought that the prettiest cheerleader would like him.

If there is any cheerleading team, the most beautiful girl is called "Muse".

This example is not bad at all for the artist.

It doesn't matter if your work is worth $50,000, $500,000, or $5 million.

After the artist reaches a certain level, many people often stubbornly believe that they are the unique and unique lucky person who is kissed by the muse.

Professor Boggs, and Ms. Anya, who had wanted to make a final attempt.

They don't have the blessing of cat drawing skills, but none of them want to avoid "Amy", which is the closest and most difficult option to the correct answer.

Even if An Yaming knows that his painting skills are not as good as the other two.

Before she really fails, she will also look forward to her Amy, which has a different effect.

"I said in advance, if it doesn't work in the end, let me take this kitten, she likes me."

"Do you like you?"

The assistant glanced at the little kitten curled up in the hands of the strange grandfather.

"Yes, critters are always close to two kinds of souls, one is naturally flawed and the other is naturally charming. The former makes their fertility instincts pitiful...... Sorry, I didn't mean to target Mr. Tony. ”

Professor Boggs's emotional intelligence is mildly disabled at best, not so bad that he nodded to Jane Arnold halfway through speaking.

"It doesn't matter." Jane Arnold shrugged.

"What about the latter?"

Listening to this guy's conclusive theory, the assistant asked curiously.

The latter...... Who wouldn't love the latter? They are inherently the focus of everyone's revered gaze, whether it is a human or an animal. ”

Professor Boggs lifted his neck proudly, with a "old man, I am so naturally cute and likeable" expression on his face.

The assistant meditated over and over again on his annual salary of $400,000 and the good life of making a lot of money after switching jobs to become an art agent in the future, and then he said, "Which one are you?" The question swallowed back into his stomach.

An old groove was stuck in his throat, and the feeling of wanting to vomit but not being able to vomit made the assistant almost suffocate to death.

"Professor, let's take a look at the painting first."

Rao is Jane Arnold's patience, and he can't stand Professor Boggs's extraordinarily strong narcissistic temperament now.

"This is the best set of paintings I've ever painted, and you can take your time to enjoy it."

Professor Boggs stood in front of the easel, scanning the room and turning the first easel on the far left over.

It was a kid with a cat.

The child only showed half of his face, his eyes rolled up, and one hand held the cat on his head.

The high saturation of pure oil paint creates a strong sharp contrast between light and dark on the picture.

The cat's hair is pure white and the tip of the nose is black, and the child's eye whites are pure white and the pupils are black.

The sunlight in the upper part is white, and the shadow shrouded in cats in the lower part is black.

This is not a black and white sketch, but the whole picture is divided into yin and yang by a lot of contrasting bright and dark colors.

Paintings that use a lot of black and white color schemes tend to have the same sense of antiquity as old black and white photographs.

But Professor Boggs's painting has no such impression at all.

People always say that a painting is like a person.

Except for the old professor himself, I'm afraid that none of the few people present in the room thought this old man was a little cute, but his paintings were really cute.

The black and white changing ancient meaning of Sen Ran and the childish psychedelia of oil painting knives are completely and skillfully combined.

The two completely inconsistent styles, like the paint mixed under the control of Professor Boggs's oil painting knife, do not seem at all inconsistent and chaotic.

It's just beautiful.

It's just very zen-like.

The picture resembles a Tai Chi yin and yang fish that is skillfully divided into two colors by an oil painting knife.

When this work came into view, the room was quiet again.

"It's a wonderful fairy tale, a technique that I can't draw at all, it's amazing. First "The Little Prince", then the painting in front of me. ”

Jane Arnold looked at the picture for a moment and said softly: "The moment I saw Professor Boggs's work, I was moved to learn how to draw with a knife. ”

(End of chapter)