When I met a friend I hadn't seen in more than ten years, not too familiar, he said when he said hello: Brother, you still owe me a painting.
When did I owe him a painting?
In fact, there are quite a few people who owe them paintings, and there are thirty or fifty people in detail.
Now when people see the calligrapher, they say that others owe him a word and a painting. There are more cattle people who pull you to say when you are at your best to draw me a picture. That look will not want your social work, but also give him a classic.
Calligraphers and painters have been fighting for decades, not to mention how many other hobbies they have sacrificed for art, at least we must respect the fruits of our labor. To write and draw for you, you also have to pour stickers and ink. What do you mean by that?
There is a painter in Yunnan who is a cow, and the secretary of some high-ranking officials and leaders called him to ask for words, answered the phone, and was very polite at first, and finally cut to the point, saying that the leader liked his painting and wanted a painting, so he wrote it and called the secretary to get it. The secretary did not finish speaking, the painter said unceremoniously, it is impossible, it is possible to paint, the internal price is 8000. The money was taken and painted after 10 days.
You don't say, this trick is still spiritual, the news spread ten, ten passed a hundred, all said that the painter is seeing money and eyes, not people. It is said that until now, no one has dared to ask for words.
Basically, professional painters do not send paintings, one is to show that our very few paintings are serious and valuable, and the other is to show that the people who spend money to buy our paintings are not fools, out of kindness to stop at kindness, don't let your painter friends drink the northwest wind because of many friends and serious feelings.
The painters, who have existed in ancient times, and are now becoming more and more prosperous, people no longer think it is strange, but rather those who do not paint are strange. The world is a strange thing. Painters often have nothing to do and are not ashamed to say anything, and every word must be "this painting is sent to me", "this painting I love especially", "Junshang owes me a fine painting", "My new residence still leaves the wall to wait for Jun's painting ear"... The tone of his words is like being full of ambition for his own belongings and his own servants, exploring and taking things, and not allowing for shirking. The dissatisfaction and resentment of the painter cannot be expressed or vented.
Have you ever heard someone say to a pig farmer, "Your pigs are going to send me"? Ever heard a farmer say, "I like the fragrant rice you planted, and give me two quintals in the fall"? Ever heard a car builder say, "You still owe me a BMW?"? Ever heard a home builder say, "My family is waiting to move into your house"? Why is it that the sole artist is white and white?
But the painter said, I like your painting, you have to be happy to let me like it, let me take it. Whoops, do I like female stars, do I have to make her happy to let me touch it? Respect for anyone, respect for anyone's labor should be the most important thing to interpersonal relationships, not an obsessive-compulsive attack that you like and I don't like.
The painter, the most pitiful insect in the world, in order to get the ideal of painting, after years and months, abandoning his family and children, staying up more and fighting more nights, exhausting his heart, draining his blood, spending all his money, and may not have a positive result, in the face of robbery and robbery, it is tantamount to natural disasters and man-made disasters, it is no longer guaranteed, where is the energy and silver filial piety to parents, the raising of young children, not to mention giving back to society and developed culture? The painter, outsiders think that it is only a technical craftsmanship in the end, and it is not too much to know that Zhang Zhang's paintings are actually a life and a bunch of painstaking efforts. The life of the painter, painting one sheet is one less, people will not hesitate, I will regret myself, people do not value, I will respect myself. The painting of Bai Suo, people do not think that it is expensive but that it is cheap; He who asks for painting thinks he is precious, and I will be lowly.
The painter is not as expensive as the rich, not as dignified as the official, not as rich as the merchant, not as strong as the soldier, not as crazy as the second generation. There is only one cold bench, ten years of cold window the world knows! Such a poor, weak, lonely, helpless student, can Ru and so on endure?
Do you really have to put up with it?