No one knows his son is better than his father. Gao Bo does not agree with Gao Ming's remarks.

However, his eyes left the computer, walked to the living room again, poured himself a glass of water, and sat down on the sofa.

He drank water and moistened his throat before he spoke, "Son, why do you think Baiye can become famous?"

“Huh?”

This question surprised Gao Ming. He thought for a while and tentatively said, "Because of your ability?"

"To be specific, don't be so general."

Gao Bo expressed dissatisfaction.

"Facts, he knows a lot and is talented." Gao Ming said: "It is both carving, architecture and painting, and he can be called a versatile."

"Can you become famous with all talents?"

Gao Bo disdained, "As far as I know, among the major art academies, there are many versatile talents like Bai Ye, but who is as famous as him?"

"Well."

Gao Ming hesitated, "That's because those people do not have his ability. You know, although he is proficient in everything, he is not everything. He basically has no field and has his own unique features, so it is amazing."

"This is what it means to the point."

Gao Bo nodded and said in a casual manner: "A art academy can have at least a few thousand students and at most tens of thousands of people. Different majors and different fields, Bai Ye is definitely not the best in terms of the degree of specialization. To be honest, Bai Ye's foundation may not be as good as that of some artistic students in expressiveness."

"But those art students are still struggling at the bottom and are in a state of obscurity, while Baiye has soared into the sky, with its momentum getting stronger and stronger, and there is no tendency to decline."

"If it's not unexpected, even if he is not the leader in the art industry in the future, he will definitely be the top presence in the pyramid."

Gao Bo's evaluation is not bad.

Gao Ming curled his lips, seemingly disagreed, but did not refute. Perhaps he knew in his heart that Gao Bo's words were very likely to be realized.

Only after entering the Academy of Fine Arts did he realize that his willingness was nothing. The world was so big, there were too many talented people, and the entire Academy of Fine Arts was full of talents.

Even his paintings were among the best in the training class, but in the art academy, they became a not very outstanding existence.

He is most afraid of comparison in everything. Gao Ming can't stand his "mediocrity". He also longs for fame and becomes the focus of the world's attention.

The problem is, only after working hard can you realize that it is difficult.

In Gao Ming's view, being famous and outstanding is a hard condition, and more importantly, the opportunity is still the opportunity, but Gao Bo seems to have a different view.

"Chance?"

Gao Bo sneered: "Can you catch the opportunity? Regular holding of various activities in the school is a reasonable screening mechanism. Under the same conditions, who can stand out?"

Gao Ming was depressed and felt that he was hit again, so he simply asked, "Dad, what do you want to express? Just say it, don't bypass it."

"I want to tell you."

Gao Bo said indifferently: "In today's news explosion and the art industry is booming, it is difficult to become famous, and it is simple to say it is simple."

"What do you mean?" Gao Ming's eyes shone. Could it be that his father couldn't stand his mediocrity and planned to give him some tips.

As it turns out, he was just thinking too much.

“Special, style.”

Gao Bo said in a deep voice: "I just said that Bai Ye's artistic skills have never been solid and the most powerful, but he has repeatedly created miracles and reinterpreted the charm of art from unexpected perspectives of others."

"This kind of innovation, creativity, and creativity are often the most lacking ability of an artist. This is his unique thinking and unique artistic cell."

Gao Bo sighed: "If you don't have the ability to write, you can practice it. If you don't have enough skills, you can accumulate it. However, your understanding of art is an innate ability, and no matter how envied others, you will not be at ease."

"He has what others have, but it's just a little second. But others can't get what they have. Who will become famous if he doesn't become famous?"

Gao Bo said directly: "Why don't I comment on the painting just now?"

"Why?" Gao Ming quickly looked up.

"It's because I saw it on the painting..."

Gao Bo frowned, as if he was a little confused: "I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, in my opinion, some of the scenery in that painting did not seem to be drawn."

"ah?"

Gao Ming was stunned, "It wasn't painted, was it still printed?"

“…what seal is printed.”

Gao Bo sprayed and exuded a fragrant smell on his mouth, "Where is your brain? I'm eaten by a pig? I mean, you can't even hear it? It's not a drawing, it's not an ordinary painting method, it's a novel technique."

"no……"

Gao Bo ordered: "You, hurry up and book the air ticket. I have to go there and appreciate it with my own eyes before I can make a judgment."

After all, no matter how clear the pixels of the photo are, due to the different light sources, the texture is definitely not as good as enjoying with your own eyes.

"New Technique!"

Gao Ming was confused: "Is it true or false?"

As an art student, he knew very well what the emergence of new techniques meant.

"So I have to confirm."

Gao Bo urged: "Hurry up, go book tickets."

"oh."

Gao Ming hurriedly left.

"New Technique?"

At the same time, in Yu's house, Yu Hao was a little surprised when he heard the message: "What did Gao Bo say so?"

"yes!"

The person who spoke was not Yu Chi, but Yu Hao's student and the tutor of the China Overseas Academy of Fine Arts. After receiving a call from Gao Bo, he studied the photos of Bai Ye's works, he finally came to Yu Hao for advice with questions.

"I'll take a look."

Yu Hao reached out to ask for it and took the photo handed over by the student. The ten-inch-sized photo is not small anymore, and it can be regarded as a sketch.

However, the pixels of this photo are definitely not as intuitive as those of a huge masterpiece. The details cannot be seen clearly, so I can only feel it roughly. The momentum of this picture is powerful.

"Huh."

Yu Hao was also doubting: "Is this freehand painting really painted by white leaves?"

"It's definitely not bad."

The student smiled bitterly and said, "Even if I have never heard of him before, he is good at freehand painting. However, this kind of momentum and such mature style have never appeared in the painting world. There should be no one else except him."

"... Or has he practiced privately in the past two years?"

Yu Hao speculated that his expression was calm and calm. Perhaps he was also numb. After all, in recent years, Bai Ye has been making various troubles, and everyone has gradually accepted that he is a natural genius.

"Haha, maybe." The student could only laugh dryly, what else could he say.

Yu Hao calmed down his mind, and his old eyes gradually shone with bright light. "The composition is sophisticated, but the brushwork exudes a tender atmosphere, and there are many failures... Well, I'm a little convinced now that this is his work."
Chapter completed!