Chapter 5 The life of a painter is from fifteen dollars to five hundred dollars

Author: Apricot and Pear

Chapter 5 The life of a painter is from fifteen dollars to five hundred dollars

Gu Tongxiang had no intention of joking on his face: "This money was not for you, but for Gu's calligraphy and painting gallery."

The old man took out an art sales agreement and filled out all the columns carefully. The seller and the acquirer wrote their names in their words, and finally put the money into the gallery's accounts.

Gu Weijing looked at the five green Franklins and disappeared into the safe again.

"Don't worry, your money will be deducted from the gallery's share, and then reported the tax and transferred it to your school account." As the old man spoke, he made the accounts in his hands meticulously.

"Is this necessary?"

Gu Weijing was surprised that if you were to acquire serious art, you would certainly not have any procedures to do.

But my grandfather's behavior of turning his left hand into his right hand is very strange.

Art transactions enjoy the same transaction tax as luxury goods, but they will not be charged less just because they are not famous.

Isn’t the tax that needs to be paid for 500 US dollars also tax?

"My father and grandfather both learned fine brushwork. At that time, Yangon was a colony of the British, and the artwork in the East could not be sold at the price. So, I was the first person in our family to learn Western painting skills.

When I was a teenager, I sold my first sketch of my life, fifteen dollars.”

"It's also in this calligraphy and painting shop. I still remember my father, your great-grandfather, taking out fifteen dollars from under the floor of the back room."

Mr. Gu Tongxiang pointed at the back: "My first reaction was not excitement, but fear. At that time, Burma was in chaos and the war was endless. The calligraphy and painting shops were basically unable to open, and sometimes they couldn't even eat.

.I have never seen that much money. Five dollars in Yangon at that time was enough for many people to kill."

"Your grandfather told me that this is the first painting I sold in my life. He is investing in art. Not only investing in this painting, but also investing in me. He believes that I am no better than any blonde hair and blue eyes

The white people are inferior, and I am better than all of them. When our ancestors of the Gu family picked up the brush, the foreigners were still playing with mud. One day my paintings will really be sold at a sky-high price of $15."

In the traditional Western art industry, yellow people's works have inherent disadvantages in the market.

After all, the art field is known as the last fig leaf for the great powers. Although our economy is not good, our national strength declines, and industrial production is stopped, I understand art and I am awesome.

For many European down-and-out nobles, the old houses at home were about to collapse because they could not afford the maintenance fee. After selling all the furniture and antiques, they would also place two oil paintings in the living room to remember the glory of their ancestors according to the tradition of the nobles.

Whether this is tradition or glory does not matter. What is important is that they seem to be full of awesomeness. When they invite beautiful girls to come to their home for a meal and a date, they can point to the picture frame on the wall and say, "Look, my great-grandfather."

But what about the patron of a certain artist back then?"

Or: "Look, my grandmother is from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in the UK! This is the oil painting she painted when a certain king came."

What is showing off? This is showing off. Even if you are about to go bankrupt due to investment failure, or if you are squandering generations of people who are uncontrollable, they are so poor that they are poor.

Comparing those emerging NEW MONEYs in the East are the earthy buns with yellow mud in their crotch.

With the artistic style, those silly girls who are soprano or ballerina immediately become starry eyes, and the next great cause of human beings will naturally be smooth sailing.

Gu Tongxiang leaned on the sofa, his tone was a little dazed: "At the International Biennale of Art in Myanmar two years ago, my sketch of 80×60 was sold, not fifteen dollars, not fifty dollars, but five dollars

Hundred dollars. If your great-grandfather could see this scene, even if inflation was counted, he wouldn't be too disappointed."

Sketches are not oil paintings, and $500 is no less. For example, Mr. Li Tiefu, a modern painting giant and revolutionary in East Asia, had a sales price of sketches sold at Carthages auctions, which was only about 2,000 US dollars.

In the oil painting circle, there may be only RB painters in East Asia who are barely considered second-class citizens. After all, there are "Oriental Angle" like Moriki Kurosuke, and the post-80s and 90s also have a new painter who can call them the name.

Others are in trouble, not even third-class citizens because they are not good at speaking out. In the selection of many international awards, even African friends are more popular.

After all, this is not the 19th century. No one in the art circle dares to blatantly play racism, but they will treat you coldly, isolate you, and use hypocritical and polite faces to tell you that your artistic indifference is not worthy of being born with greatness

painter.

Even considering the fact that the buyer is particularly interested in, it is worth pride for the sketch that can be sold for $500.

"I spent sixty years to cross this gap and cross the stereotyped prejudice of foreigners towards Eastern artists."

The old man looked at his grandson and sighed.

"I'm very happy today. I'm not only happy because you have drawn a painting that seems to me even a masterpiece, but because you keep your heart in the face of temptation, which is more important than the former. I know now

There are many foreign artists who are all good at drinking, sex and wealth, and are merciless with various gangs and are proud of them, as if this is enough 'Artist'."

Not all painters are moral gentlemen. In the industry of new painters, there are many people with very chaotic private lives. They indulge themselves in the name of pursuing inspiration.

Some people are either having fun or having fun. It is not a scandal if they have an affair with a physical worker. It is normal to wear a yacht girl around the market. Paparazzi are too lazy to report it. What about some romantic creations?

?Nice and Flaubert, this literary man, are also syphilis patients who change their girlfriends and pants.

The orthodox painting circle may be cleaner. Many creative painters who started by creative spray painting on the street and have increased their fans by millions in the YouTube and Ins are just as crazy as the gang rappers who were shot dead in every few days.

"I don't comment on them, but I don't want you to be such a member. For our Gu family, learning to be a human being is more important than learning to learn skills. We don't know how to be a human being, and we don't deserve to paint, and our ancestors are shamed."

Gu Tongxiang’s paintings are very important. This is Myanmar, not a mainland where both public security and drug control are perfect. The more familiar name in the northern part of Myanmar store is the Golden Triangle, where it is easier to get white powder than flour.

Underworld, drugs, cultural relics smuggling... These things will be damaged in this life.

When Gu Tongxiang saw his grandson Gu Weijing nodding his head solemnly, he continued to say: "You have all the conditions to become a painter, so I decided to buy your first painting, just like my father did.

Your talent is better than me, your family is better than me, and your artistic environment is much better than mine. Your lower limit is naturally higher than grandpa's upper limit."

"I hope you can remember the five hundred dollars today, do good deeds, and take the right path. Sixty years later, when I am gone, I hope you can be here, proudly telling your grandson that your life has made this

How much wealth is five hundred dollars turned into."

Gu Weijing answered directly because a new prompt appeared in front of his eyes.

[Wealth value: US$367.50]

【Experience redemption panel has been activated!】

【Extra points: 0】

[Note: Social welfare activities that spend money on pure charity will be automatically converted at the exchange rate of (10 USD to one point)]

"By the way, Brother Hao, you... don't worry too much. I thought about it on the way back. It happened next week that the Myanmar government recently had an international cooperation with Dongxia, RB and other countries [Shwedagon Pagoda Fresco restoration (ancient sites)

Mural Restoration)] Master Project, in order to enhance Yangon's international image, invited me. I will sell my old face and take you to hang a name inside.

Although the police in Myanmar are useless, Brother Hao and others are gangsters after all, and they can't bother you too much in such government and international projects. In another year, when you go to college, you probably won't stay in Yangon.

It will be much better.”

"Shwedagon Pagoda? It's Ruiguang Da Jinta, me, can I do it?"

This time it was Gu Weijing's turn to be surprised.

Shwedagon Pagoda is the English name of Ruiguang Da Jin Pagoda, and it is also the most important historical monument and tourism business card in Yangon or the entire Myanmar.

It not only supports the tourism industry in Myanmar, but also one of the most important Buddhist holy places in Southeast Asia.

The Great Golden Pagoda is a national symbol of Myanmar. Its status is equivalent to the Great Wall to Dongxia, the Statue of Liberty to the United States, and the Pyramid to Egypt.

"Of course you can't do it. What are you thinking? You are not asking you to preside over the repair. Just be content if you can serve tea and water to those masters, move a ladder or something."

Gu Tongxiang blew his beard and looked at Gu Weijing's surprised look, and he felt secretly proud.

Even if you can participate in this project as a student, it is definitely a rare good thing.

Not to mention close contact and learning with real masters is the dream of every young artist. Even if you put a name on such an international project, it is also a very highlight in your resume.

When you go to college, you will apply to an internationally renowned art college, which is also a great plus point. Foreign universities pay great attention to this practice.

"Remember, be smart, do more and talk less. Those artists who are truly famous internationally have a strange temper. I am just a small minion in it. I don't ask for the blessing that anyone can appreciate you,

But if you want to annoy someone, even I can’t afford to take care of it.”
Chapter completed!