Chapter 84 Harold: Art Theory is Inevitable

Chapter 84 Harold: Art Theory is Inevitable

"Hahaha, I am dying of laughter! According to you, a kid who can't even tell the difference between a man and a woman is qualified to comment on a masterpiece? Without understanding composition, color, lines... without learning certain evaluation criteria, how do you evaluate the quality of a work of art? Just rely on your so-called innate intuition?

Where on earth did you read such a ridiculous "artistic view"? This is simply a heresy! I think the guy who proposed this view wants to turn Xumi into an art desert, right? "

After a moment of shock, Fawaz quickly came to his senses and refuted without any hesitation.

“Shut up! This is an advanced concept proposed by the great Master Iqbal! He began to explore the true meaning of art more than 20 years ago. Long before you guys were born, he had successfully completed dozens of landmark architectural design projects.

You two, who are not even as old as him, dare to openly criticize his profound artistic ideas. Sigh... the world is going downhill." Imad shook his head helplessly with a sad look on his face.

"'Master'? Are you crazy? Only great men who have made outstanding contributions to Xumi are qualified to be called that. Who is that Iqbal? How can he be called a 'master' just because he said some inexplicable things?"

Fawaz reacted even more to the title of "Master". He had always been striving to become "Master Fawaz". When he heard this honorable title being casually given to an unknown little person, he felt that his ideals were being trampled upon and became very annoyed.

Fawaz: “If he was such an excellent architect, we would have heard of him and his works would have been included in the textbooks of the Sahavarta Academy.

You've been cheated, right? There are always some people in foreign countries who package themselves as architectural masters to defraud design fees, but I didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen in Xumi where there is a void terminal."

Kavi also tried hard to recall, but he also had no impression of the name. He had read all the books on architecture in the Palace of Wisdom, but none of them included the representative works of the architect who was highly respected by Imad.

Imad picked up the blueprint again and threw it at Fawaz's head. "The scholars of the Fatwa House know nothing! Master Iqbal's name is well-known among us. We respectfully call him the 'common people's artist'. Do you know why? He doesn't charge any fees for drawing the blueprint for us. This alone makes him hundreds of times more noble than you!

A dozen years ago, a woman from the Fatwa Institute openly challenged Master Iqbal, saying that she looked down upon his designs. As a result, Master Iqbal's works, which she criticized, were widely praised, and she switched careers and started a liquor business out of anger.

"Ah?" Kavi couldn't help but let out a puzzled cry.

Seeing that the scholar was frightened, Imad continued to tell this story that was widely circulated among Xumi merchants and workers, with a proud look on his face:

“Her talent for business is stronger than her talent for art. She has made a lot of money over the years and hired someone to build a building. I heard it is also Liyue-style, just to surpass Master Iqbal’s work.

She won’t succeed! Master Iqbal had already broken away from the traditional architectural circle 20 years ago and devoted himself to studying new art. His vision had long surpassed that of the designers of the Fatwa House.”

Kavi was already somewhat confused when he heard this, and the image of the woman that Imad had mentioned overlapped with that of Ms. Rukani.

No, that won’t happen. Senior Lukani built the house for her family. If she did it just out of spite, would it be necessary to do this?

...

"...widely circulated? These people just want to hear a legendary story, so they don't care about the truth, right?" Harold rubbed his brows when he heard this.

"Do you trust me so much? Have you been bribed by my meal?"

Rukani made a joke at first, then said helplessly: "I really don't appreciate the work of 'Master Iqbal', but I chose to work in the catering industry purely because I found that I lack artistic talent.

I was lucky to graduate from the Ordination College in my thirties. I am really incapable of pursuing architectural design for the rest of my life. It has nothing to do with anger. "

"I know." Haroldt had met several classmates who had similar experiences in his previous life, and he could empathize with them.

He paused, stroking the wall of the coffee cup, and said, "Iqbal, his carving skills are indeed good, and he is also good at expressing the temperament of the sculpture by depicting facial expressions, but... his materials are too abruptly combined, and he is obviously not good at layout.

But he drew architectural designs for the residents of Xumi City for free. Since it was free and his employer liked it, there was no need to find fault with it. "

Lukani pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "Hey, if only I had the same idea as you ten years ago, but I said what I thought in my heart, and because of this, I almost became the public enemy of Xumi City merchants.

If Iqbal had not come forward and expressed his willingness to accept opinions from all sides, my hotel would have almost gone out of business.”

"Willing to accept opinions? Doesn't that go against his artistic principles?"

Lukani shook her head. “The original words were: ‘I am willing to accept opinions from all sides, but I will never change it.’ His works are not without controversy. At least the Liyue people don’t like the Liyue buildings he designed.

But we Xumi people like it. When I saw him add a relief decorative band to the wall of Liyue’s traditional wooden structure and paste gold foil on it, I felt like I saw the fall of the goddess of beauty.

It's just that many people like the exquisite relief groups or gold foil he carved. The building is indeed famous now, and its owner has loved it as much as ever for decades. I have also believed that this is a blasphemy to art as much as ever for decades.

Then his followers said that I was so stubborn because my aesthetics were led astray by the Order. When the Liyue people condemned his abuse of Liyue elements, they said that his art was his own art, not Liyue art. It is puzzling, if that is the case, why must the main building be designed in the style of Liyue architecture?

I don’t agree with his idea. People don’t need aesthetic education? Trusting innate intuition? That will definitely turn into a disaster.”

"Whether he intended to or not, he created a new art school and attracted a group of followers, which might have triggered a new trend of thought. In other words, it will take at least several hundred years to evaluate his art and ideas."

Harold said.

According to the artistic concepts of the 21st century, to evaluate works of art and artistic ideas, we must place them in a broader context and examine their impact on future generations.

But whether from the perspective of psychology or from the perspective of art reception, the claims of this "Master Iqbal" are wrong.

Because children under the age of nine do not have aesthetic abilities, and people who have not received normal aesthetic education will have preferences for works of art, just like some people are born to like coriander and some people are born to dislike coriander, but this does not mean that they can appreciate works of art from the perspectives of shape, connotation, etc.

If they can, it means they have received an aesthetic education.

These things have been summarized in books in the 21st century, and many artists and psychologists have studied these concepts. The popularity of Iqbal's artistic ideas in Xumi is actually largely due to his mixing of some concepts, which led to him inadvertently replacing two concepts when explaining some things.

Given his lack of art theory, it is not surprising that Cavey fell into this trap.

Many years later, Harold asked Kavi casually, "Senior, how did you figure it out at the time?"

Kawi scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly, “I really felt like I was about to collapse, but suddenly I heard Al Haisen’s voice.

I figured it out immediately. Isn't there a person who is born without an appreciation of beauty? How can we say that aesthetic ability is innate? If you want me to admit that Elhaisen's artistic intuition is sharper than mine, you might as well kill me with a sword."

...Indeed, finding a counterexample is the easiest way to overturn a theory.

Thank you, Al Haisen.

"I cannot appreciate the work of Iqbal, but that doesn't mean that others cannot appreciate my work, right? At least you and Al Haisen both like the typewriter and bicycle I made, as do my other employers... If someone likes them, it means that my aesthetic taste has not deviated, that's what I think.

Although each communication process is not very pleasant, everyone is very satisfied in the end, so I just need to work hard to create more works that satisfy myself and you.

Thinking of this, my mood instantly improved, and the Eye of God suddenly appeared at that moment. I think things will get better and better in the future." Kavi smiled and raised the Eye of God in front of him.