Yet a year ago, at the National Gallery of Art in Canberra, I stood in front of this mush, almost in tears.
I saw the lake, the darkening sky, the colorful clouds and reflections, the most beautiful moment of the sunset, and the loneliness, helplessness and lingering lingering thoughts of him and myself that may have passed by at that moment. despair.
The painting is called Sun Setting Over a Lake, the sunset over the lake.
This year's British Film Festival, the only thing to see is this film about the legendary painter.
Ten minutes after the opening, when the protagonist opened his mouth, I felt a little nervous - it's over, the old-fashioned British accent and the muttering inarticulate, this is killing me. As a result, a group of self-defeating attitudes, no matter what he said, he saw the end with such peace of mind.
After more than two hours, when I was queuing to go to the toilet at the end of the day, the two aunties in front of me who didn't know each other chatted.
It's really slow.
The film starts from his fifties - a clever move, biopics are most afraid of a chronological account of major events from childhood to adulthood - to death. There aren't too many big things, it's all things like when my dad buys paint for him and buys a pig's face to cook at home Listening to my sister playing the piano and singing and singing, for example, laughing at other people's paintings with colleagues, for example, going out to sketch and chatting with the landlord's aunt.
Also looking forward to seeing a lot of painting and drawing scenes, but very few.
Little but wonderful.
He paints while spitting on canvas.
He dug a small hole between the studio and the collection house to spy on the words and deeds of those who came to buy his paintings.
He rejected the rich business of the rich buying all his works at sky-high prices, and instead gave the paintings and savings to the country. After all, although he had hoped to build a personal art gallery for himself during his lifetime, it was a pity that he could not achieve it. However, his paintings were voted the most outstanding paintings in Britain by future generations of people in the motherland.
Surprisingly, the camera zoomed in and out, and the director borrowed a joke, allowing us to clearly see the legends hidden in the famous painting "Snow Storm: Hannibal and His Army Crossing the Alps" from the nearest distance The incredible but real elephants in .
Acting really well.
The talented, sensitive, proud and surly handsome painter I imagined in my imagination was a short fat man who seemed rough, indifferent, numb, weird, walked strangely, talked and snorted.
It's against God's will that such a character can't get the best male lead. No wonder Timothy Spall won this year's Cannes crown. (It is said that he has studied painting for two years, only for the few painting scenes that appear in the film.)
I love him for so long, and I drove a car several hundred kilometers to see his art exhibition. I also went to Sydney University to hear about him. Expert lectures can be regarded as a person who is more or less familiar with him.
His younger sister passed away early, and his mother went to a lunatic asylum until he died. He was a gifted child, and his work was exhibited at the Royal Academy of Arts when he was 15 years old. He was rich and famous, but he had a withdrawn personality. Although they have two daughters, they don’t get along with each other. The older they get, the weirder they become. They have no friends and no friends. The classes in the academy are not well taught. This has caused the art world and the royal family to complain. After the death of his father, he fell into depression step by step. He lived with his mistress in a small house by the sea in Margate, was too sick to get out of bed, and ran out to sketch in his dressing gown.
In the later period, he further abandoned the traditional school of painting, and opened his arms to boldly experiment with the shocking abstract style at that time, pushing the landscape painting, which he had always loved and excelled at, into a more impermanent, fuzzy, and chaotic direction.
Really great people always go too fast and too far.
Every time I look at his works in his later years, I am always shocked again and again. The abstract spirit will not be accepted by people until nearly a century later.
Therefore, you don't have to think about it to know that back then, he was ridiculed, ridiculed, and ostracized by the royal family, academies, and colleagues. "A lump of disgusting yellow" was the response he got.
But it was this "disgusting yellow" that became the inspiration for the birth of Impressionism, which later changed the history of human art.
Is it weird because you go too fast and too far?
Or is it because it's weird that it can go so fast and so far without any scruples?
He is so weird.
It is said that he had a phobia and did not dare to look directly at others, so he rarely painted portraits in his life.
Some eyes cannot see into the other, and some people do not have the courage and strength to love another person calmly.
A person can only bear what he can bear at the same time, a person, or a love.
Alas, to put it bluntly, life is nothing but a commitment.
And Gao Qi said that all strong and fragile commitments are looking forward to the other side.
There are some other shores that you may be trying to forget, and some other shores are almost impossible but you can only walk alone.
Some other shores once had the most beautiful starry sky.
Some other shores had the brightest sunshine.
According to legend, the last sentence he said before his death was: The sun is God.
He was later known as "the painter of light", he was the greatest romantic landscape painter, his name was JMW Turner, Mr. Turner.
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