Chapter 214: A faction of its own
This expression is a bit spiritual, and Nanyin realized that this is what it looks like when there is a situation.
She flipped through the memories of the original owner, but did not turn to the relevant materials in the literary and artistic circles.
Then he asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”
"Calligraphy and painting are not good."
Sinkson put it succinctly, "The current world of calligraphy and painting, because of the great externalization, the aesthetics and characteristics are developing and integrating towards multi-race. ”
Speaking of this, he organized the language, "How to say it, the general public can't appreciate the work." ”
Nanyin understands in seconds, which means that the calligraphy and painting circles have changed from two large sections of literature and art to small sections of enclosure and self-germination.
The audience is small.
Knowing this, she became interested, "Do you have any well-known works?" ”
"Calligraphy or painting?"
"Everything."
"Wait, I'll find you."
Soon, Gu Shuheng and the others found the top ten calligraphy works and paintings.
I didn't see how much Nanyin was looking forward to it before, and how much Nanyin hoped that he would be blind after watching it.
These calligraphy works and paintings are distorted, and she can no longer see whether they are good or bad.
Talent, aura she didn't find in these works.
The paintings are mostly dotted with black and red, but the color scheme and composition make her feel the slightest beauty, only distorted.
As for calligraphy......
It's written in interstellar lingua franca, but it belongs to the abstract school, so abstract that she doesn't even recognize any of these lingua franca words.
"What are these?"
Pointing to one of the calligraphy works, she looked confused.
Hinkson glanced at it and said calmly, "The famous poet of the Sonny tribe, the love and hatred of Sannita Ta Rong. ”
"A poem in praise of love."
Nanyin's original poem of love and hatred came to mind, and gave an indescribable evaluation, "Compared with our ancestors, it is not only 108,000 miles behind, but the level of two universes." ”
"Poofha......"
As soon as this evaluation came out, Gu Shuheng and the others immediately laughed.
This is so right, when this song Love and Hate was named the top of the annual list of the Poetry Association, whether it was Huameng or other intelligent races, they were all confused.
There was a ruckus on the Star Network, and no one could understand what such a poem relied on to get on the list.
Some sharp netizens gave an evaluation that they didn't know what to say, and then ate a lawsuit.
was sued by the literary section, saying that netizens did not respect literary and artistic creators and discriminated against the wisdom of literary and artistic creators.
It's quite a big fuss.
"In short, the current world of painting and calligraphy is unreliable."
Gu Shuheng looked depressed, "My daughter really likes painting, but I can't find a teacher for her." ”
Schools don't teach either.
"The phobia of lack of firepower is terrible, it is engraved in the genes, when the ancestors first arrived here, they were bent on science and technology to engage in an arms race, either fighting with this or fighting with that, not only the Chinese civilization was lost, but also the painting and calligraphy were actually lost."
"Later, there was a revival, but the path went off the rails."
Thinking of the literary and artistic masters he saw in the second world, he sighed, "I only hate my girl for being born in the wrong era." ”
You don't have to be so emotional.
After all, every era is a combination of disadvantages and advantages.
Ancient poetry and some traditional skills are indeed developed, but the productivity is low, and the people at the bottom are miserable.
Nowadays, poetry and poetry are almost cut off from traditional skills, but the productivity is extremely high, and it is still the era of science and technology.
Manpower has been greatly liberated, and you can eat and drink without worrying about lying down and receiving welfare without working.
You can also travel interstellarly, running from this life star to another life star to play.
This was something that the ancients could not have imagined.
So, there is no need to compare.
"You can give her an apprenticeship in the Second World."
It's okay not to say this, but as soon as he said it, Gu Shuheng suddenly resented, "Didn't you think about it?" ”
"I thought about it, but you didn't have the function of apprenticeship."
But if he can learn from a teacher, he will go to learn how to play iron flowers, and he can also learn calligraphy from Uncle Wang Xizhi.
Maybe the next calligrapher will be him.
Nanyin, who was complained, was helpless, "It's not that I don't do it, but I don't understand these things. ”
Speaking of this, she said, "You go to learn by yourself and specialize in it." ”
"You see how to make ancient musical instruments, and the flutes have been made."
It makes sense.
Gu Shuheng thought about it, and his shameful heart moved.
Rayson, who knew him well, saw that his eyes had changed, and decisively poured cold water on him.
"Don't think about it, there's no talent."
I really don't have talent, but don't come and toss them.
Gu Shuheng flew over with an eye knife, what kind of bullshit brother is this, he is unreliable, and he is the first to pour cold water.
"I haven't even tried it, so you know I don't have talent?"
Rayson sighed, his face indifferent, "It's still the same sentence, you can't even pull the embryo well." ”
Lore.
Gu Shuheng was speechless.
His eyes fell on Nanyin's face, and she noticed that Nanyin, who was not good, wanted to slip away, but Gu Shuheng didn't give her this opportunity.
He said, "Xiao Nan, who do you think my daughter should squat?" ”
This is to ask her which big man with calligraphy and painting is a great squat after his daughter goes to the second world.
This question can be answered.
Nanyin thought for a while and seriously suggested, "Children only do multiple-choice questions, and if you change my words, you will squat one by one." ”
"If you are really talented, you love it, and you will work hard to make a collection of hundreds of schools."
Speaking of this, she remembered one thing, "Have you ever gone in to squat on those self-sprouting calligraphy?" ”
This one really does.
"Squatting."
"The result?"
"It's hard to put into words."
Saying that, they diligently found the calligraphy of the squatting bosses, and everyone's latest works came out to show her.
"What do you see in these works?"
There are three in total, one is a moon in the water, the protagonist is a slender jade hand, and a moon.
It seems normal, but this color scheme is simply desperate.
The background is pure black, and the hands are pale with a faint blue-gray color, which gives people an ominous feeling when they look at it.
The proportions of the fingers and palms are also strange, and with the bright red nails, there are no other words to describe it except weird and dark.
The second is the moon, even if you make it blood-red, why is the moon still leaking with holes?
This creativity and aesthetics, Nanyin really can't empathize.
The background of the second painting is green, and I don't know how the painter adjusted the color, but the green, which should be a symbol of vitality, has become a dead color.
The protagonist is a skull with a red flame burning in its eyes.
After reading it, Nanyin wrinkled his brows and said, "Does this painting want to express the meaning of the coexistence of death and life?" ”
"You understand?"
Gu Shuheng and the others were shocked, and Nanyin was even more shocked than them, "Really?" ”
"yes."
Nanyin, "......"
It's good, the painter who painted this picture is a talent.
This color scheme is really amazing, and she wants to wash her eyes.
The third work is not a painting, but a word.
A self-contained character that is incomprehensible.
All the words, one stroke, the pen is extremely smooth, and it is also a skill to be able to write like this.
"Do you know this painting?"