Chapter 342: Youthful Vitality
"This flower tree is like a needle that fixes the sea, and the mood of the whole work is 'fixed', no matter how scattered the flowers and leaves around it are, they are condensed into one by this majestic and immovable trunk. As a result, the original chaotic mixed emotions have become the foreshadowing of the vigorous emotions on the main branches of the flower tree. β
"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, and flowers are more protective of spring mud?" Lao Yang looked at the photo on the table and said as if he didn't understand.
"Well, it's kind of a beginner."
Cao Xuan nodded slightly, feeling that Lao Yang was not as unbearable as an elm pimple.
"It's still a little off, though. If I were asked to write an appreciation speech, I would probably use Mr. Yoshiyama's poem 'The pool light is uncertain, the flowers are fixed, and the sun is beginning to dew and dry', which is more suitable for the mood of appreciating the painting. Although this "Wisteria Flower Picture" does not have the sparkling water surface and flickering endlessly, the scattered petals around it are just like uncertain water waves. β
"In the technique, the 'flower light' is stacked with the 'pool light', and the emotional and brilliant 'sun qi' is stacked with the 'dew' with resentment and rain, two by two, layer by layer, the mood is scattered at first glance, and when you look at it again, if the dawn is shining, the dew is dry, and the vitality of the youth will overflow."
"It's like the sun rising in the east, reflected in the branches. It does not seem arrogant and lacks calm, but also has a sense of self-improvement and self-confidence. β
Cao Xuan attaches great importance to these four words.
It is important for a painter to keep his heart.
Tianxingjian, a gentleman has self-improvement.
I couldn't keep my heart, I took the wrong path, and I suffered from gains and losses. If it's just self-pity, it's just hurting one person.
He's seen worse.
It's still the same clichΓ© - the country is unfortunate and the poet is lucky.
It is always said on the WeChat public account that the environment of violent turmoil in the Republic of China is a testing ground for people's blood and fire, so there are more masters.
The reverse can also be heard.
It's hard to say whether a person who can walk through the furnace of trials can become a master.
A lot of them can't get out, but they are all easy to become slag.
There has never been a shortage of outstanding people in Mr. Cao's generation.
However.
Among his contemporaries, and even his predecessors, there are quite a few who were once talented and considered by the literary and painting circles to be able to take on great responsibilities, whether they seek fame or profit.
Maybe he wants to press others, or he feels that life is too short, and he wants to finish his thirty years of fame in just a few years.
The mind is uncertain, and the ghost is confused.
He became the most despicable cultural traitor to the Japanese army invading China and the Wang puppet government.
One misstep becomes a thousand hatreds.
As long as this kind of thing is touched once, no matter how long you inherit the painting school, what a prominent scholarly family, and how many wealthy counties in the south of the Yangtze River are located.
The reputation immediately became stinky.
The teacher would like to crash to his head on the pillar and die, and the ancestor would be ashamed to get up from the coffin and jump into the river again.
Go back to the roots.
These people may not really think of the possible consequences of their choices, but they are often just a small wavering in their hearts, a small trace of quietness, and the moral decline caused by it.
Look at people with paintings.
Cao Xuan felt that Gu Weijing's painting was awesome!
Calm and unhurried, neither humble nor arrogant, this tree is the tree of pain, and the flower is the flower of blood.
There is arrogance, and there is also calmness.
Great praise!
Even the mention next to the original unsightly has become too pleasing to the eye.
There is no god in writing, and there is a soul in painting.
If there is no God, there is no God.
Who hasn't learned it yet? In the future, it's a big deal to come to dozens or hundreds of calligraphy, and you will also practice it!
But after all, this reveals a child's heart.
It can't be easily ignored.
"This kid's mouth is quite sweet, cute!" Cao Xuan touched his beard.
"Xiao Ning, Ziming, and these people, when they grow up one by one, they all hold the shelves of big artists, and they don't look cute." The old man nodded in his heart, smiling at the corner of his mouth.
"Wonderful!" Lao Yang smacked his lips and shouted at the right amount next to him, cooperating with the old man's appreciation.
"It is a genius who paints, and it is a master who appreciates painting, and they complement each other."
He had just racked his brains to say a few words of more ingenious and subtle sycophancy.
How.
This painting is considered to be the high-end of the painting, and Mr. Cao is also high-end.
Lao Yang didn't shoot the idea twice in a row, and he was as clever as him, so he immediately stopped commenting on his own, and changed to play the simple road of playing the little fan brother who shouted that the old man was good.
"Got the taste?"
"Uh-huh. Sure enough, it is worthy of being called a masterpiece with the divine will of 'Yipin'. It's still the old man, your vision is accurate. β
Lao Yang nodded like pecking rice.
He's not just slapping sycophants for the sake of slapping sycophants.
This utilitarianism is too heavy, he doesn't shoot really enough, and the old gentleman doesn't listen well enough.
Sycophants are also technical work, and it is best to be selfless enough to devote yourself to it when playing the little fan brother.
Assistant Lao Yang originally had a mind to learn skills on the side, and Old Man Cao's appreciative vision was strategic, and he was in the blood.
He was also guided, and he really saw the doorway of this "Wisteria Flower Picture".
Appreciating beautiful famous paintings is essentially the same thing as appreciating beautiful girls.
Whether it looks good or not, it is often obvious at first sight.
It's easy to fall in love at first sight.
After that, if you want to make it clear where the beauty is, explain clearly the use of the pen, shaping, and the doorway in the modeling, I study the facial features of the beautiful girl every day with the catwalk experts, eyebrows, eyes, foundation, lipstick, gait, body fat rate...... It is a university question that tests the ability to appreciate aesthetics.
The old man casually said, "The pool light is uncertain, the flowers are fixed, and the sun is dry at the beginning of the day", and he broke down the most exquisite point in Gu Weijing's painting.
Isn't this more authentic than the left sentence and the right sentence in his heart just now, and he has the three flavors of "faith, reach, and elegance"?
This review is really level!
Lao Yang licked his lips and repeated every word of Cao Lao firmly and remembered it in his heart.
In the future, if he brings a little painter, or on the occasion of an art exhibition.
When someone asks you how to draw in order to draw a high-level work.
He took this "Wisteria Flower Picture" as an example, wrote down Cao Lao's words just now and slapped them on the table, and then smiled evilly, with his hands behind his back, and slowly chanted an ancient poem.
Such a bullish force to go outside.
Who dares to say that he, Mr. Yang, is not an art appreciation critic?
It's majestic just to think about!
Lao Yang was distracted, and couldn't help but smile happily.
Cao Xuan turned his head sideways and looked at the assistant who was smirking there, and inexplicably felt that this guy was smiling a little obscenely.
He raised his eyebrows, interrupted Lao Yang's obscenity, and asked with a frown.
"Oh, since you have seen the doorway, let's talk about it, Yi Shen Miao Neng, Yi Shen Miao Neng's four words have been on your lips all day long. Among them, the marking of the divine product is the meaning of the heavenly machine and the unity of thought and God. So how should you solve the best products in your mouth? β
"Ugh."
Lao Yang immediately couldn't be happy again, and an embarrassed but polite wry smile appeared on his face.
Wonderful.
This statement is too quaint and too mysterious, and like Chinese ink painting, this set of evaluation criteria emphasizes the perception of artistic conception.
It's a bit similar to the kind of people who understand it, and those who don't understand it don't deserve to understand it at all.
If you don't understand, it means that you are not a person in this circle, and people don't plan to draw a picture of a mountain villager like you.
This evaluation system is rarely used in the art world in modern society.
More emulating Western art academies, through clearer and more popular brushwork, lighting, and composition.
Let's be honest.
Even if you deliberately want to adopt it, it is not feasible.
Not only because of this four-character comment, it is destined to have no chance with the vast majority of practitioners in their lives.
It is also because all aesthetic methods that emphasize the spirit and do not emphasize the form attach great importance to Huigen, and it is not easy to adopt it on a large scale.
It's almost unimaginable.
The professors of the Modern Academy of Fine Arts will give a comment similar to "If you want to make progress, you want to be high, and your thoughts are in harmony with God" on the painting assignments handed in by the students, so that the students can take them home and realize them for themselves.
There is nothing practical about it.
Lao Yang simply thought that this statement sounded good, and it was interesting to write, and he was very knowledgeable when he looked at it, so he deliberately dragged out the words as the title to shock the gringos.
When foreigners come to Asia to give speeches, they can't help but quote two sentences from the Old Testament, and the words in the New Testament begin with a straight line.
If those Dongxia, Japanese, and Korean people, there are a few people who can understand what they are.
When Lao Yang was in school, he probably understood what Yi Shen Miao was all about, and when he was holding a ballpoint pen and writing the first draft of Cao Lao's speech against the outline, he may have also checked some information.
But when it comes to the details of learning, after such a long time, except for the superficial impression of these four words, I have long forgotten it.
"You, you, don't ask for much understanding."
Cao Xuan reluctantly knocked on the table with his knuckles, "A lot of things, writing seems to be like that, but the result is a little deeper, and I don't know if I ask." Luckily, I didn't use the first version of your speech. β
"Otherwise, you, the person who wrote the manuscript, don't know what it is about, and the person who listens to the manuscript seems to understand whether he understands it or not, and only I, the speaker, shake my head and shake my head when I speak on the stage. Isn't that a big joke? β
Cao Xuan smiled and laughed at himself: "That's not a speech, that's everyone sitting in the venue watching the monkey, I'm the monkey." β
"My problem, my problem, don't be angry, old man."
Lao Yang folded his hands, bowed to the Buddha as if shaking and apologized, and said obediently like a pug facing a dog trainer: "It's not worth it to be angry with a layman like me, I'll go back tonight and quickly check the professional books and study it." β
"Excuse me."
Cao Lao waved his hand: "Since I want to teach you, I will explain this painting to you clearly, but in the future, I will talk less about some knowledge that I don't understand at all." Whether it is Yi Shen Miao Neng, or Sheikh's 'Six Laws', if one day in the future, the knowledge of painting appreciation inherited by Dongxia for thousands of years, just like Latin, has become a dead language and dead knowledge on the altar. It's from people like you who talk about it. β
"Learning is to be pondered in the heart, not to be boasted about in the mouth. Look at what others do, you are old enough to be your son, but how much better than you! β
Get.
What else can Lao Yang say?
Mr. Cao's two sentences were so that he was pressed on the pillar of shame of the nation, and then stepped on 10,000 feet.
He had to be cheeky and continue to smile wryly there.
"Cut, just now I also trained people to be ink pigs, and asked him not to send paintings in the future, and in an instant, he took a bite of the scriptures, and he was kind to that. Really change the little brother Gu to come over, with his age, if he can tell the reason why Yi Shen is wonderful, Lao Tzu dipped the photos in front of him with soy sauce and swallowed them one by one into his stomach! β
Lao Yang's high emotional intelligence didn't dare to talk back to the old gentleman, so he had to slander himself in secret.
The big artist changes his face so quickly.
Ms. Downing was right.
Cao Xuan is sometimes like an old child, and he doesn't count.
"Heh, Gu Weijing is a treasure, my old Yang is a grass, where you are old, you can double standard!" Lao Yang complained in his stomach aggrievedly.
"Don't be unconvinced, it doesn't matter if Gu Weijing answers my question or not, a painting of this kid is no longer worth a thousand useless words."
Cao Lao saw the assistant's little emotion, and said with squinted eyes.
Hum.
Cao Xuan himself snorted softly.
That is, he is in a good mood, and his precious apprentices are not around, otherwise Lao Yang is such a reckless, unaura, and unenlightened guy, he is not willing to take the time to mention a few words.
"The so-called Yipin's Yi, in addition to Wu Guanzhong's Yiyi, throughout the ages, the more traditional view is that the clumsy rules are in the square circle, the contempt is refined in the painting, the pen is simple and the shape is natural, and it is not a model. This is to say, only beyond the rules of heaven and earth, do not pursue the accuracy of color and brushwork, and use the simplest brush and ink to capture the most vivid natural mood. Even if such a painting is right in front of you, you can't copy it, and imagine the wonderful way of painting is called a masterpiece. β
"Of course, the evaluation does not pursue the accuracy of color and brushwork, not to let the painter scribble, but a kind of first abide by the rules, abide by the extreme, the law is strict to the extreme, and then turn around and jump out of the rules, not in the Three Realms, not in the five elements of the subtlety."
"The level of technique is not enough, and if you want to forcibly follow it, you will only laugh and be generous."
"My teacher said that among the famous calligraphers and painters of the Qing Dynasty, only the inner court of the White Painting School worshiped Yu Zhiding, and before the age of forty, he used the pen to paint slowly like a silver hook and iron, and the power penetrated the back of the paper. On the contrary, after middle age, he tends to be calm and refined, with orchid leaf depiction, and in his later years, the last few paintings are light and elegant, flowing freely, with flowers and branches all over the sky, and the feeling of being amorphous, which looks like a little bit of a masterpiece. β
Cao Lao groaned: "The rest are like Emperor Kangxi's 'painting champion' Tang Dai, the Beijing school's 'Buddhist painter' Ding Guanpeng, Qianlong's favorite two Shengshi painters, Xu Yunting and Lang Shining, these people's skills are not high, but they are only hovering between wonderful products and divine products. β
"Even, in terms of oriental painting techniques alone, to put it in a disrespectful way, Lang Shining, who is more famous than the sky, can be called a high-class product, it is worth thinking twice."
The old gentleman pushed a few photos.
(End of chapter)