Lord God Investigator
Chapter 185: Paying attention to solitary life makes an artist greater?
Can talented people definitely succeed?
cannot!
The life of Van Gogh in the real world is a reflection. He was an unknown painting enthusiast until his death. He didn't know what he painted, so much so that he was so depressed that he cut off his own ears, and finally committed suicide due to depression.
His paintings became known to the world only after his death, thanks to an art dealer friend of his.
But just imagine, if after his death, the family members who were sorting out his belongings burned those worthless "graffiti" with dazzling colors and messy lines, who would know who Van Gogh was in this world?
The answer to this question is obvious. Throughout the history of Faerûn, there are countless geniuses who have been buried!
Elminster has experienced thousands of years of ups and downs, and is a witness to history. He knows many geniuses, but these geniuses are unknown and unknown. Their talents decline with age, and their ambitions rot with their dead bodies. Ash.
Artistic talent is different from magical talent. Art cannot enable people to master great power. After magical geniuses learn advanced spells, they can travel across the continent and move mountains and seas with a wave of their hands. They cannot help but be disrespected by others.
As for a talented artist, if he cannot produce a completed work of art and find a big stage for this work of art to be shown to the world, then he is likely to be buried. His great work of art is just a small pastime to entertain himself and others. I will just think that this person is wasting his time and not doing the right thing.
Amn is a country of merchants and a capital of gold coins, but it is also a tomb of love and art. The people of Amn do not know how to appreciate art, nor do they respect artists. In their eyes, artworks are just props to flaunt their worth and elevate themselves. Goods measured in money.
Without money to pave the way, it is impossible for an artist's work to be recognized in Amn. Artists will only be despised as a poor man full of random thoughts, a painter who paints portraits of nobles, and a musician who adjusts the atmosphere of a ball.
What's more, the art form of stage play itself consumes a lot of money. It is impossible to develop a stage play without money. If you can't afford to hire actors or rent a theater, no matter how good the script is, it is just a piece of waste paper.
Elminster and Helen immediately understood this young artist with a look of reluctance and perseverance in his eyes.
He must have been depressed when he was unknown, and no one appreciated his genius-like creativity. He was short of money and had no choice but to not want his works to be buried. His youth was wasted in vain, and he died in depression amidst the contempt of everyone.
So he boldly forged the divine object, created a gimmick, and auctioned the divine object for a huge sum of money. He also used the auction to preview a preview version of "Titanic" that he created and performed.
After obtaining funds, he bought the theater, hired actors, and developed a more advanced phantom projector and copper tube sound transmission system, and then presented the complete version of "Titanic" to the world.
It turns out that he was not doing it for his own selfish interests, and he was not an Amn profiteer who only wanted money. He did this out of his pursuit of art and his desire to publish his works, entertain the public, and influence the world!
The two chosen people of God nodded slightly, and their affection for the young artist greatly increased.
Helen sighed and said: "Bredro, I can understand your painstaking efforts, but blasphemy is blasphemy. This sin is judged by your actions. Even if you blaspheme God with the most noble purpose, the crime will not be reduced. I I advise you to go back to the temple of the God of Love with me and repent to the God of Love. If you are willing to believe in the goddess Suni and offer your faith to her, she will not only forgive your crimes, but even give you a gift for the great love works you have created. Bless you, in the future your soul will ascend to the kingdom of the God of Love in the realm of clear water, become a petitioner, and arrange and perform more love dramas for the God of Love."
"I have no regrets."
Luo Feng said as if he had a profound enlightenment: "Moreover, I have already believed in the god of prophecy, the all-seeing Savras, and will never abandon my faith and convert to other gods. Please put the curse of the God of Love on me, in order to pursue I am willing to pay the price of a lonely life to explore the true meaning of art and explore the most beautiful truth in the world!"
Helen was completely stunned. She did not expect that the artist Bradero would be such a persistent person, nor did she expect that the artist would believe in Savras, the all-seeing one. Savras's priesthood has nothing to do with art. There are no artists among his followers.
There are monks who believe in Savras, and Mr. Bredreau is indeed a monk. However, a few monks believe in the god of prophecy because monks often meditate, can sense the consciousness of the universe, and have a certain ability to foresee.
Helen frowned and persuaded: "Bredro, you still underestimated the horror of the curse of the God of Love. Loneliness is more destructive than poison. A life destined to be lonely will be a road of despair full of thorns. You can't even support yourself to walk on it." After completing the process, they will commit suicide due to depression, and those who commit suicide will not be blessed by the gods, but will only fall into the bottomless abyss and become a miserable ghost played by the devil."
"I have made up my mind and my faith in Savras is unwavering. The road to pursue the truth is long and bumpy. I must search high and low."
Luo Feng, however, was upright and said decisively like a patriot who was about to die on the execution ground.
"Young man, it is impossible for one to endure life without love."
Elminster couldn't help but persuade him. As an elder, he felt it was necessary to impart some life experiences to this young man.
"I have a long life, and now that I am old, I can regard the loneliness of seclusion as a kind of rest after a passionate life. As a person with an extremely strong heart, I dare not imagine that without those sweet things The memory of love moistens my old heart, how terrible and how sad my old age will be."
"yes!"
Helen also advised: "The plays you create are all about love. If you are cursed by the God of Love and can never experience the beauty of love, how can you continue to create love classics? Your talent will be cursed by this terrible curse. If it is worn out, your talent will disappear, and you will never be able to create great works like "Titanic" and "The Last Days"!"
Luo Feng said to Elminster in a calm tone: "Old sir, don't worry about me. I have a deep understanding of love and I know the horror of the 'Curse of Love'. I know what I will pay." Such a price has been paid, but I will not change my original intention, let alone commit suicide in pain. Suffering is the touchstone on the growth path of an artist. If heaven sends a great responsibility to a person, he must first work hard on his will, work on his body, and gain what he cannot. !”
Elminster was stunned when he heard this, and was very touched by Luo Feng's words. This young man is really extraordinary. He is a man with great perseverance and wisdom that is rare in his thousand years!
Luo Feng turned to Helen again and said to her seriously: "You are wrong, beautiful lady, the curse of the God of Love will not diminish my talent, it will only make me bloom more beautiful artistic flowers in the dry wasteland. Loneliness will give me more inspiration, and my love works will reveal more profound philosophical thinking and brilliance of humanity!"
Helen was stunned when she heard this. She didn't understand how a lonely person who couldn't get love could create a greater love work than "Titanic" and "The Last Love"?
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