Soul Painter

Gao Fan only collapsed for a few minutes. He successfully restrained his emotions. In the past year, he had become accustomed to such blows, so he sorted out his emotions quickly.

And every time he gave up on himself, he would have a sense of relief like self-relaxation. He had experienced the worst thing in the world, and his emotions would naturally rebound. Gao Fan has lived by this self-comfort for the past year.

"Continue, let's continue." Gao Fan said to Anna, laying out the base while repositioning the drawing board, while the tears in his eyes hadn't dried yet because of his excitement.

He said, "aa, do you know why I'm only staring at Degas? Because, even in the worst emotions, when I pick up the pen, I immediately go into the joy of forgetting everything, I think I'm pure I love art, I love painting, if I have a talent, it should be here..."

If you ask Gaofan what his artistic talent is.

Goff will come up with his system.

Isn't luck a talent?

If it doesn't count, it's time to count before Gao Fan gets the system.

In terms of line, color and structure, the structure is good, but it is far from being called a 'genius'. How amazing, just a slightly talented college student.

Therefore, Gao Fan believes that his talent lies in 'concentration' or 'love'. For example, even if he is hit by Anna's talent and collapses again, once he picks up the pen, he will forget all the unhappiness and put all the The mind is all on the lines and colors under the pen.

He could cry and draw.

Just give him the paintbrush, and his world won't end up falling apart.

In other words, Gao Fan believes that his talent is a perseverance.

So, since you can't learn Degas over and over, do it again, another year.

If you can't learn it in another year, then it will take another two years and three years.

Perhaps it is not important to learn Degas, the important thing is to "persist".

The curse of the gods may have a solution for stk, but Gao Fan competes with himself, just not choosing, he must get the master skills that truly belong to him.

Winter to spring.

Another three months have passed.

During these three months, Lawrence came to the studio more often.

Even in the third month, at the end of February, the director of the Metropolitan Museum, Hollein, and Lawrence visited Gaofan at the same time. At that time, Hollein saw that Gaofan was still copying Degas. What to say, but afterwards, Lawrence told Govan that the Metropolitan Museum would give Govan another month.

"If there are no more typical works of demons that can reach the level of collection, then our 'rent' will expire after a month." Lawrence had to inform Gaofan.

At the same time, he looked at Gao Fan in front of him.

It can be clearly seen that the torment of the painter over the past fourteen months.

Lawrence still remembers the high-spirited look at the last auction in New York, when three of the painter's paintings sold for an unprecedented $3.5 billion, and there is a high possibility that there is no comparable price for latecomers.

I also remember that when attending the press conference, Gao Fan ordered a suit and pointed to a group of reporters.

But now, Gao Fan's long, dreadfully dirty hair hangs down his upper back, and his hands and clothes are always covered in unwashable oil paint. Because he spends most of his twenty-four hours a day painting, Even when he was talking to you, his eyes seemed to penetrate you, looking at an invisible drawing board in the void, slightly dull.

You tell him one thing, and he takes a while to respond, and the answer to you may not be the one you want.

Waiting for the painter's emotions to return, he can communicate normally. Although he is smiling most of the time, he can see the nervousness under the smile. It always seems to be self-deprecating, and this self-deprecating will turn into rage. Fan also collapsed several times. At that time, Lawrence even thought about whether to send Gao Fan to a mental hospital.

But think about it and forget it, it’s really sad. On the road of pursuing the pinnacle of art, the enemy of a true artist is not only the worldly evaluation, but also the self’s inexhaustible pursuit of the pinnacle. Qualification, without critics' slander, the artist's own confession is enough to crush him.

"One month...?" Gao Fan nodded and continued to paint on the drawing board.

He seemed to have listened, but he didn't seem to have listened.

Seeing that Gaofan didn't respond as he should have, Lawrence turned to Anna and asked, "How is Gaofan now?"

Ok? Anna didn't seem to understand what Lawrence was asking.

"His technique." Lawrence pulled Anna aside. "Did he get his technique back? Why do I think his paintings are a little weird?"

Weird indeed.

The work of Degas that was clearly placed in front of Govan was a painting called "Dancers Practicing with a Pole" (1877).

However, the work that Gao Fan drew on the drawing board is very different from this work by Degas. The sample is a pure oil painting, but Gao Fan is imitating it with oil paint, watercolor and crayon, and the tools are different. The effect of expression is naturally different, and even Lawrence can see the huge difference.

So, what's wrong with Gao Fan?

"Gao should be practicing new skills," Anna whispered.

"He got new skills?!" Lawrence's voice became louder.

Well... Anna's expression was confused, and she continued to whisper, "I don't think that's a new technique."

"Why?" Lawrence asked eagerly.

"Gao Fan has excellent basic painting skills. When he imitates Degas or any master, he can achieve 99% similarity in technique. What he lacks is that characteristic. When he first started imitating Degas, it was very difficult. It is easy to see that after he copied 150 paintings of Degas for the first time, the similarity reached 99.9%, and now it is almost 99.99%." Anna said precisely.

Anna, who has a dual perspective of painting and mathematics, is very suitable as a judge.

"What does that mean? He painted Degas that nobody but you can see the difference?" Lawrence asked.

"Yes." Anna nodded.

"This is his technique?!" Lawrence's hair is about to explode, a painter worth 1 billion US dollars, to copy a painter worth 100 million US dollars, and reached the limit of similarity? What's the use of this? !

Anna looked at Lawrence quietly, yes, that's it, so she didn't think it was a trick.

Lawrence had to take a deep breath to calm his mind. The first thing he thought about was that the contract with the Metropolitan Museum might not be completed. Once such a copy was handed over, Govin's reputation would be ruined.

Of course, if you don't submit your works, Gao Fan's reputation will also be damaged. After all, the treatment of having a studio in the Metropolitan Museum means that people will pay attention, and if there is no result, it means that the result is unsatisfactory.

But it is better not to hand in than to hand in a copy.

After Lawrence made up his mind, he walked over to Gao Fan: "Little Junior Brother, you only have one month left, but there is no need to stress, we can not fulfill the contract."

Ah... Gao Fan turned his head to look at Lawrence, because his mind was immersed in the painting, so in the first few seconds, his eyes looked like a mental retardation, and he almost dripped saliva from his mouth. Now, after dozens of seconds, he reacted, and his tone was also excited: "Senior Brother~ I have mastered a new skill, which is very magical~ It's still a little bit, and it's almost finished."

"I know I know." Lawrence patted Gaofan on the shoulder, "Let's paint it when we go back later."

When Lawrence said this, he was inexplicably a little sad, as if he was leading his silly younger brother to go home to play with the mud he thought was unparalleled in the world.

Watching Lawrence leave.

Gao Fan also waved his hand: "Goodbye~ Come by when you have time~"

Obviously, after mastering the 'new skills', he is in a much better mood.

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There are still two chapters in the afternoon~ Finish this plot

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