Chapter 64 own truth

one Amsterdam is a city of colours. The number of flower exports is the largest in the world, and Rembrandt and Van Gogh are the best at playing with colors.If you add all kinds of pornographic girls standing naked in the window, it is too dazzling. However, color always seems to cause trouble.Does it encourage chaos, induce harassment?Maybe. Immediately after we arrived in Amsterdam, we shot street scenes in two groups, with two cars parked in separate parking lots.An hour later, news came that one was smashed and the other was pried.One of my newly purchased digital cameras and two laptop computers accompanying the team reporters disappeared.The photos I took from Greece, all stored in that digital camera, are all over now.

The parking lot charges a management fee, but they say they have nothing to do with such things.In fact, the two parking lots are not big, and everything that happens inside can be seen at a glance. Already just an hour after we arrived, this calm detour left us wondering about the capital of colour. Roads are being built everywhere, and it’s rainy, and a few fat black men are running and screaming in the small street, seemingly extremely excited and extremely angry; a pale young man smoking marijuana sits helplessly on the open-air wooden steps, giggling alone; under the wooden steps It's a river, there are many boats moored, and there are a lot of abandoned bicycles soaking in the water.

two As for the color itself, Amsterdam has also had a lot of confusion, and now it seems to regret this confusion, but it is a bit veiled. I mean what happens to Rembrandt here. Among the great Western painters, the two Dutchmen, Rembrandt and Vincent van Gogh, suffered the most tragic circumstances in their lives.However, Van Gogh’s time in Amsterdam was not long, and there were many factors of the times and personal factors in the situation, leaving aside for the time being; what Rembrandt encountered was indeed a group aesthetic injustice, and it was closely related to this city. In my opinion, a little unforgivable.

This incident is familiar to anyone with a little knowledge of Western art history.But standing in front of the Rembrandt House in Amsterdam, I couldn't help repeating a few more words. It happened in 1642, when Rembrandt was thirty-six years old.This incident completely cast a shadow over the latter half of the artist's life, and he was not rehabilitated until his death at the age of sixty-three.This incident almost interrupted his normal life of relying on artistic creation to support himself, and he died in poverty, with only enough to cover the funeral expenses of a beggar.Therefore, this is not a period of bad luck, but a serious event throughout the life of a generation of art masters.Today's Amsterdam should not be understated.

That year, sixteen security shooters raised money to ask Rembrandt to paint a group portrait. Rembrandt felt that it was very difficult to arrange so many people in one painting, so he could only design a scene.According to their identities, Rembrandt designed the scene as follows: They seem to have received an alarm, and they are about to set off to check. The captain is explaining the task, someone is cleaning the barrel of the gun, someone is carrying the flag, and there are some children watching the fun around. This painting is the priceless treasure "Night Watch" in the history of human art.It is impossible for any book, even the simplest history of world art, to miss it; any foreign tourist, even if he is not necessarily passionate about art, will do everything possible to squeeze into the museum to take a look at it.

But at the time, the painting was in real trouble.The sixteen security shooters thought that their positions were not evenly balanced. They were different in light, shade, and size. They not only refused to accept it, but even appealed to the court, causing a lot of trouble. I don’t know how many citizens in Amsterdam saw this work, and they all grinned.The laughter comes not from artistic judgment, but from excitement at the suffering of others.This laughter is contagious, and more and more people are laughing. People seem to use laughter to draw a line between themselves and this work, to wash away the shame it has brought to the whole city.

It is the art critics and writers who have surprised posterity most.It stands to reason that they would not be completely unable to feel the artistic brilliance of this work, and they are also qualified to say a few words of enlightenment to the ignorant security shooters and the general public, and to relieve Rembrandt who was trapped in a tight siege for no reason, but none of them did this. Do.Standing in front of this work, they shook their heads frequently, looking so profound.Seeing them shaking their heads, the citizens laughed even more reassuringly. Some writers played humor in this shameful siege.You say he painted too darkly?He was the Prince of Darkness!So the citizens spread the nickname of Prince of Darkness again, and Rembrandt could no longer break free.

There is only one way to break free, and relatives and friends also mentioned it to him at the time, and that is to repaint it completely according to the standards of the world, so that these security shooters are dressed in bright clothes sitting together at the dining table, and the food is abundant on the dining table.Rembrandt, of course, refused. Then, he is doomed to face the desperate situation that no one buys paintings.He was still painting, and getting better and better, but he was still poor. It was not until a hundred years after his death that Amsterdam was surprised to find that some famous painters in Britain, France, Germany, Russia, and Poland claimed to have accepted Rembrandt's artistic nurturing.

Rembrandt?Isn't it the poor painter who was scolded by the security shooters, ridiculed by the whole city, and buried like a beggar?A hundred years on, Amsterdam's memory is blurred. Of course, the sixteen security shooters were also dead.They, angry and cursing, walked towards immortality. three His former residence has been renovated over the years, and it seems that he was not too poor in his later years.But I remember reading in a biography that the house was auctioned off by the notary because Rembrandt was unable to repay the debts, and Rembrandt had to move to live in an extremely simple Jewish house.This point is not stated in the explanatory words of the former residence.A film that is repeatedly shown inside mainly introduces the seriousness and difficulty of restoring the former residence over the years.

I was a little unhappy about this, so I took the director Liu Lu aside and told her that I had read a biography of Rembrandt written by a German before, and there was a plot that I couldn't let go of. It seems that one year before his death, the master was already very poor, and he came to the home of a student in his early years one day.The students were drawing and needed to temporarily hire a rough-looking model dressed in the pose of an executioner.The master said: Let me try!He took off his shirt casually, revealing his hairy chest He has been in this posture for a long time, and it feels good.But unexpectedly, he accidentally took a distracted look and saw the student's picture frame.On the frame, all the brushwork is imitating my early self, and some brushwork is not imitated well.The master immediately turned his face away, his eyes full of sadness.He regretted the look.

I remember that when I first read this plot, my heart was shocked and tears fell like rain.Not for his downfall, but for his self-discovery. The inferior cultural environment can constantly spoil the master, making him forget who he is, and being in a daze in the busy city and living in the alleys. Although such things are sad, they will not make me cry, because there are always and everywhere in the world. A large number of outstanding people disappeared into the sea of ​​people because they didn't know that they were outstanding, or because they were judged as not outstanding by others; what is unbearable is that he suddenly awakened to his own truth in a specific opportunity, and suddenly woke up like a nightmare, and the world turned upside down. Terrified. This is the case with Rembrandt at the moment.He was suddenly awakened by the student's paintbrush, and when he woke up, he saw himself standing like an idiot with his clothes on and his breasts exposed.What's even more astonishing is that the student who woke him up didn't wake up himself, and was complacently looking at it from a distance, taking a closer look, and painting with color, completely forgetting who the model in front of him was. As a student, it is forgivable not to understand that the teacher is a rare genius, but it is unforgivable to forget the basic relationship between oneself and the teacher.Starting from the "Night Watch" incident, those ignorant people's slander attacks and those critics' insults have turned history upside down, but even the students taught by themselves are innocently indifferent to the teacher as a teacher. Hyun Ran. When the student finished painting, he was paid according to the market price.He accepted it and staggered home. Today, I still feel uncomfortable after repeating this plot a little bit, so I turned around and left Liu Lu, went to the ground floor of the former residence, bought a red tie with the master's signature on it, and found an empty corner to wear it. Today, his name is decorated with various fonts on the facades, large and small, as if the whole city has existed and cheered for this name for hundreds of years.But I only believe in this signature printed on the tie, which is the master's argument in the dust with the slightest yet strongest stroke: who am I.