Everyone is looking forward to Wang Qian's comments.
I don’t know what kind of evaluation Wang Qian will give to this work of Wen Cangjian.
Of course, the most important thing is that they are looking forward to what kind of work Wang Qian will respond with.
Wang Qian stared at the painting and said softly, "This painting is a rare treasure of our time. It embodies all your life's work..."
Wang Qian has accumulated experience from two lifetimes. No matter whether it was the world he experienced in his previous life or the world he is in now, he has never seen a living master who can paint such Chinese paintings!
In his previous life, he had seen the realist master who shocked the world. His paintings were so lifelike that they looked just like photographs. It was said that one of his paintings was hyped up to tens of millions. In fact, it was certainly not that expensive, but it also reached millions. He was already one of the top painters alive at that time.
However, he is a realist and not a master of Chinese painting.
Calligraphy and painting are inseparable, and are the two most difficult skills in Chinese studies that require a long time to hone. They are not like studying other so-called academic knowledge, where you can just come up with a few words that sound impressive and fool a large number of ordinary people and general industry insiders.
However, calligraphy and painting need to be performed. Whether the calligraphy or the Chinese painting is good can be seen at a glance.
Therefore, since the new era, the number of people who can practice these two traditional Chinese arts of calligraphy and painting has become fewer and fewer, and there are almost no people who can practice them to the level of masters.
There are even fewer masters of Chinese painting than masters of calligraphy. There are perhaps only one or two left in the country now, and they are all about the same age as Ken Buncang, in their seventies or eighties.
There are no younger ones.
In a few decades, people who can paint Chinese paintings will be considered rare, and Chinese painting masters may only exist in history.
Therefore, this painting by Ken Buncang is even more precious.
Wang Qian nodded and praised: "The brushwork and artistic conception have reached an extremely high level."
Wen Cangjian smiled and said modestly, "Thank you Professor Wang for your praise. My life's skills are all in this pen. Fortunately, I can show it off. Otherwise, my life would be wasted."
Lin Xizhan said seriously: "If this is considered wasting a lifetime, then we have all wasted our time."
Li Xiyan also said: "Junior brother, this painting, even if the teacher is still alive, he will definitely praise it. It is definitely a rare masterpiece in the world. Although it is still far behind the famous paintings of those masters of painting in our country's history, the gap is not that big. If junior brother can study further, he will be the best master in the island country."
Although the island country claims to be the successor of Chinese culture, there has never been a master of Chinese painting of the master level in history.
The highest level is Ken Bunkura’s current level.
Therefore, now Wen Cang Jian actually represents the highest level of Chinese painting in the history of the island country, and he is challenging Wang Qian to a competition in the capital of China.
The meaning behind this is worth pondering.
Wen Cangjian shook his head, his figure looked a little bleak, he had just consumed a lot of energy: "It's a pity, he won't live for many more years."
Winter, winter, winter…
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
However, none of them looked back, still looking at the painting seriously, as if they were looking at a rare treasure that they wanted to savor for a long time.
Qin Xuerong tiptoed over to take a look and saw Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue standing at the door.
Jia Fuqing smiled and said, "Miss Qin, sorry to bother you, Professor Wang is here, right?"
Qin Xuerong nodded and let them in: "Yes, we are here. You are the last to come. You just missed Mr. Wen Cangjian's paintings. Come in."
Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue, master and disciple, were stunned for a moment, and then they saw a group of people already standing in the room. Their faces turned red, and they realized that they were late and had missed something.
"Thank you, Miss Qin."
Jia Fuqing said this and hurried in.
When Wang Qian saw the two people coming, he just nodded and smiled and didn't pay any attention to them.
Wen Cangjian, Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, Lin Xizhan, Zhao Shuren, and Xue Zhenguo simply nodded in greeting and walked away, turning back to continue looking at the painting.
Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were used to this kind of attitude, so they greeted him with a smile and then went over to take a look.
When they saw the painting, with their level and vision, they could naturally tell the quality of the painting. It was a rare masterpiece of Chinese painting in modern times. Especially when they saw that the ink was not dry yet, it meant that it was a painting just done on the spot. They immediately realized that they had missed a wonderful live painting by a master.
Zhang Yue looked at his teacher Jia Fuqing and felt a little regretful.
I waited for the teacher for too long, so I came so late. I didn’t expect to miss such an important thing.
Jia Fuqing also smiled bitterly, then said nothing and stood quietly aside as a spectator.
The two were very clear that in today's occasion, they could only be spectators and had no right to interrupt, let alone participate.
Wen Cangjian represents the island nation of Chinese classics, Wang Qian represents the pinnacle of the younger generation of Chinese classics, Lin Xizhan represents the culmination of the field of Chinese classics in Hong Kong, and Li Xiyan represents the identity of a new master of calligraphy and a cultural leader in Beijing.
Each of them has a certain peak representative identity.
Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue are nothing...
They are satisfied just to come here and show their faces and take some credit.
If today's gathering becomes a legend and goes down in history, they can also become famous and accumulate some qualifications and experience.
Several pairs of eyes looked at Wang Qian.
Although, nothing was said.
However, Wang Qian knew that he had to show something.
It just so happened that after watching the whole process of Ken Buncang creating this painting, he felt a little eager to try it himself.
Calligraphy and painting have been inseparable since ancient times.
His Slender Gold calligraphy has reached the level of a master who founded a school of calligraphy, so his Chinese painting level will naturally not be low.
In his previous life, he often copied some famous paintings to pass the time. In fact, the time he spent practicing calligraphy was not as long as the time he spent copying Chinese paintings.
In addition, since his rebirth, what he experienced in his previous life has been strengthened again.
Otherwise, his Slender Gold calligraphy would not have reached such a level.
so…
In fact, the Chinese paintings he has never shown are actually of a higher standard.
It's just that he's been busy with other things and hasn't had a chance to show it.
Now that Ken Bunkura has displayed it, it also represents the highest level of Chinese traditional painting in the island nation.
Then, he would do something along the way!
Wang Qian waved his hand.
Qianyu Zhenzhu and Qin Xuerong stepped forward together and carefully took away Wen Cangjian's painting. They did not put it away immediately because the ink on it had not yet dried and needed to be left for a while. They took it to the side and carefully put it aside, then put another piece of paper on it for Wang Qian.
Qianyu Zhenzhu instinctively wanted to grind ink for Wang Qian, but when she saw Qin Xuerong standing aside, she forcibly suppressed the impulse in her heart and stood quietly beside her master Wen Cangjian.
Qin Xuerong stood in front of the table grinding ink skillfully and looked at Wang Qian quietly.
Wang Qian looked at Wen Cangjian, then at Lin Xizhan and the others, and smiled, "A long time ago, I studied Chinese painting for a period of time. Later, I was busy with other mundane things, so I slowly gave it up. Today, Mr. Wen Cangjian's creation reminded me of these things, so I'm going to show off my ugliness. I'll also paint a picture!"
Wen Cangjian, Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, Xue Zhenguo, Zhao Shuren, Yan Zixin, Li Xinjing, Jiang Yu, He Chaohui, Qianyu Zhenzhu, Jia Fuqing, Zhang Yue and everyone else present were slightly startled and looked at Wang Qian with wide eyes.
traditional Chinese painting
Since Wang Qian became famous, he has never exhibited Chinese paintings, but he has reached the level of a master in calligraphy.
Logically speaking, a top master of calligraphy would also be good at painting.
Lin Xizhan and Wen Cangjian are both examples. Even Li Xiyan’s Chinese painting is pretty good, but he has not studied it diligently. After all, he also has a music major and does not have enough time.
However, Wang Qian had never shown it, and they all instinctively thought that Wang Qian might not be very good at Chinese painting, which is in line with the expectations of today's young people.
But now, Wang Qian wants to exhibit Chinese paintings
Is this a response to Ken Bunkura
After hearing this, the people present all frowned slightly.
Especially, Xue Zhenguo and Lin Xizhan frowned.
One of them represents Peking University and the other represents the University of Hong Kong. They all know that Wang Qian actually represents the collision between Chinese classics and island nation Chinese culture.
Ken Buncang used the field of Chinese painting in which he was best.
Why doesn’t Wang Qian use calligraphy and poetry, which he is best at
Why should we perform in the field where our opponents are best
Isn't that forcing yourself to increase the difficulty
Everyone was slightly puzzled.
However, the occasion was rather serious, so no one spoke.
Only Wen Cangjian, one of the parties involved, whispered, "How long has Professor Wang been practicing Chinese painting?"
Wang Qian stood in front of the table, brewing emotions and artistic conception in his mind, and replied softly: "I have practiced it on and off in the past few years, not long."
Yes, I haven’t practiced much in my life, maybe only about ten times in the past eight years.
Xue Zhenguo gave a slightly wry smile, while Xue Man behind him was worried.
Wen Cangjian continued, "I have watched Professor Wang's calligraphy demonstrations on video several times and have long been fascinated by it. I thought I would be able to see Professor Wang's calligraphy today..."
Obviously, Wen Cangjian is a good person, and he hopes that Wang Qian can show what he is best at, rather than using what he is not good at to collide with what he is best at. If that happens, even if he wins in the end, it will be unfair. Not only will he not be happy, but he will be left with regrets, making today's party less perfect.
After hearing this, Wang Qian looked at Wen Cangjian with a little admiration and said with a smile: "You will see!"
After listening to this, Wen Cangjian stopped talking, just nodded, and waited for Wang Qian to perform.
Seeing that Wang Qian was full of confidence, Lin Xizhan, Xue Zhenguo and others also waited quietly.
Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue were the most excited. They knew that they had come to the right place today and might even go down in history because of this!
The whole place was extremely quiet, no one spoke.
He even didn't even breathe, trying his best to reduce his presence and not cause any trouble for Wang Qian.
Qin Xuerong's movements when grinding ink were extremely gentle.
Wang Qian stood quietly in front of the table for more than two minutes before he gently picked up the brush and quickly began to write on the paper.
Among the people present, even those who focus on music like Jiang Yu and He Chaohui have a deep understanding of Chinese painting art. Perhaps only Qin Xuerong can be considered a real layman.
The others are all first-class experts.
Therefore, everyone can see at a glance that Wang Qian's movements are as smooth as flowing water, and his writing is as if inspired by a god.
Every stroke seemed like a stroke of genius, as if it was an instinct that had been practiced thousands of times. There were no unnecessary movements, no thinking, and it was smoother and more natural than what Buncang Ken had just done.
Wen Cangjian was stunned.
Lin Xizhan, Li Xiyan, Xue Zhenguo and others were also stunned.
Qianyu Zhenzhu, Yan Zixin, Li Xinjing, Xue Man and others all had sparkling eyes as they stared at Wang Qian, at Wang Qian's brush, and at the ink marks under the brush, as if this was the whole world.
Jia Fuqing and his disciple Zhang Yue were so excited that they were shaking all over. They were not at the same high level as the others, but they could see that the level of Chinese painting displayed by Wang Qian at this time was definitely far beyond their imagination and knowledge.
Wang Qian's writing did not stop. A looming mountain gradually appeared, and then another mountain appeared nearby. There were dense trees on the mountain, and a straight and steep waterfall in the mountain rushed down and flowed into a huge pool below...
There are huge rocks and turbulent water in the middle of the waterfall, which makes it look extremely steep.
The huge rocks and trees on the mountain are also extremely realistic, while at the same time carrying extremely rich artistic conception.
call…
The sound of a deep breath was heard at the scene.
It was Jia Fuqing and Zhang Yue who were the most uneasy. At this moment, they had already seen the level and realm of Wang Qian's painting, which was the best they had ever seen in their lives!
There was obviously a huge difference between the painting that Wen Cangjian had just painted and this one.
Wen Cangjian, Lin Xizhan and others were still immersed in the artistic conception of Wang Qian's painting. They were extremely engaged, as if they were in it.
Everyone else also remained quiet.
The only sound was the rustling sound of Wang Qian waving his brush.
Mountain.
water.
stone.
Tree!
people!
All appeared one by one.
Whether it is the composition, technique or artistic conception, it is all perfect and impeccable.
Most of the people around were senior experts, and Wen Cangjian and Lin Xizhan were even masters of Chinese painting. However, they were both stunned at the moment, and they felt admiration for Wang Qian.
Ken Bunkura looked back at his own work placed next to him and let out a wry smile. He felt that his painting had become so ordinary, like the work of a beginner.
However, he knew that he was already one of the best masters of Chinese painting in the world today, and it was no exaggeration to say that his painting was of the highest standard of Chinese painting today.
But why is it so ordinary in front of Wang Qian's works
Time passes…
Wang Qian continued to paint, embellish and improve his works on paper.
A more refined, more comprehensive and more delicate transformation emerges.
It took more than half an hour.
For more than half an hour, everyone present did not move even a step, and their eyes were fixed on Wang Qian, never moving away for a moment.
Wang Qian exhaled lightly, and the painting was completed.
However, the work is not finished yet.
He dipped the ink in it, pondered it for a moment, and then wrote his own calligraphy in the blank space left nearby.