The Versatile Master Artist

Chapter 178 - 116: Classic Maxims (2)

"Is it necessary? It’s just a niche podcast, how many people could possibly listen?"

Van Doorn was trying to put up a strong front, but in his heart, he actually agreed with his assistant’s opinion.

He also realized the mistake he made during the recent interview.

In the art world,

big shots criticizing nobodies aren’t really considered a big deal.

Arrogance is a virtue for artists.

Calling someone a dwarf and a monkey isn’t a big issue; even more extreme words aren’t too problematic.

If your artistic achievements surpass the other’s, you’re naturally standing on a moral high ground.

But the risk is in the backlash.

He just criticized the other party for not understanding serious art, calling them a low-grade online artist who only draws anime.

As a result,

this Lady Detective Cat not only excels at colored pencil drawing,

but also has profound knowledge in serious art, immediately striking a lively conversation with Curator Tangkis on the podcast.

This is a classic case of backlash.

The more people who understand the full story, the more damage it will do to the authority of Van Doorn’s "great artist" reputation.

It’s fine if fans don’t understand your work.

After all, they’ll just feel your paintings are incomprehensibly awesome, but if they start doubting your artistic judgment,

that’s very dangerous.

Van Doorn can bully Anna for being young and without enough connections to spread rumors that she’s just a placeholder riding on her last name.

But if he dares to use the same tricks on Tangkis, the seasoned curator of the UK’s top private art museum with millions of visitors annually,

ha,

the Joker becomes himself.

Van Doorn can only be thankful now.

After all, professional art podcasts have a relatively small audience with limited distribution, incomparable to the reach of a major influencer like Mr. Hibernian.

Unless certain content is extremely topical within professional circles, causing it to be repeatedly mentioned.

Like the episode of The Economist’s podcast interviewing Buffett, or the podcast interviewing Queen’s guitarist May.

These have practically become must-listen episodes for professionals in those fields.

Otherwise,

the influence should not be too large.

At the moment, although Curator Tangkis can barely be considered a heavyweight guest, the topic of discussion is the works of several minor artists, a lightweight topic.

Not very appealing to the true big shots.

That’s a relief.

"Shall we listen to something else? Do something relaxing."

In the Rolls-Royce, after more than ten minutes of relatively dull atmosphere, the empathetic assistant seemed to want to change her boss’s mood.

She wrapped an arm around Van Doorn’s neck, flirting alluringly.

"Why bother with an insignificant online artist? You should focus on the Milan Fashion Week; that’s your stage. She’s just a backwater bumpkin from Africa whose rise is blocked. While you, my boss, have money, honor, and me."

The assistant flattered him softly from the side.

"That’s right."

Van Doorn sneered softly, leaning down to return his assistant’s passionate kiss.

"No need to change it, just keep playing this for fun, it’s fine."

He wasn’t one to dwell,

his mood had mostly calmed down by now.

The assistant was right.

Detective Cat may have some talent, but how many talented artists are there in the world who could reach his level?

He has a private jet, a Rolls-Royce, a beautiful and seductive assistant...

He couldn’t be more successful.

Detective Cat could only cause Van Doorn a fleeting moment of unease and annoyance.

Soon,

in a few months, or even weeks, no one will remember this podcast, no one will remember Detective Cat, no one will remember his slip-up.

Public opinion is forgetful.

And he,

remains Amida’s Chief Artistic Officer, the great artist, Derong Fan Doorn.

If the other’s fate is destined to be tragic, the more talented Detective Cat is, doesn’t it further prove the correctness of his chosen artistic path?

This feeling of holding life and death powers made Van Doorn feel rejuvenated.

"By the way, before wrapping up the recording, Lady Detective Cat, since you also like Impressionism, may I ask, who is your favorite artist?"

In the fully enclosed cabin of the Rolls-Royce, the podcast was reaching its end while Van Doorn was getting passionate with his assistant.

"Reyno... his ’The Dance at the Moulin de la Galette’ is my favorite... We don’t paint gods, we only record the sunshine and air. We don’t follow doctrines because beautiful things will last, and pain will eventually fade."

The response from Detective Cat came through the speakers.

As if a bucket of cold water was poured over Van Doorn, extinguishing his passion.

He was completely frozen, abruptly sitting up from the wide seat cushion of the Rolls-Royce.

"What’s the matter? Do you need medicine?"

The assistant, who was just roused, now felt somewhat displeased.

"Idiot."

Van Doorn now had no interest in anything else.

He picked up the phone that had fallen onto the floor, and rewound it a few seconds.

"...We don’t paint gods, we only record the sunshine and air..."

Van Doorn had to admit, this was the most moving description of Impressionism he had ever heard.

Whether it’s moving or not isn’t the point,

what truly terrified him was,

Van Doorn sensed a hint of potential for this phrase to become iconic.

Many art movements have their own most representative classic aphorisms.