Chapter 967 The Girl in the Painting

Musk and Lisa followed Daphne to the second floor where the art was collected, and walked and chatted in the gallery.

The other guests were on the first floor, and they were the only three in the gallery.

Daphne's artistic skills came into play here, introducing the paintings on the wall to the two guests as she walked.

Unknowingly, the three of them walked up to a work whose style was completely different from that of classical oil paintings.

Daphne stopped and surprisingly did not introduce the origin of the painting on the wall. She looked up at the woman in the painting, speechless, with a complicated look in her eyes. She couldn't tell whether it was jealousy or envy.

Musk and Lisa noticed Daphne's mood changes and looked at the wall with curiosity, wondering what magic power the painting had, which made Daphne feel lost.

The painting shows a beach near Manderley Manor. Under the summer sun, a girl is walking on the beach holding a parasol, and her snow-white dress is blown up by the sea breeze.

The theme of this painting is very simple, but the techniques used are quite strange. The finely outlined lines of classical oil paintings cannot be seen at all. The picture looks very rough, and even the face of the girl in white as the model cannot be clearly seen.

The entire painting is composed of large and small color spots. The moment your eyes touch the picture, it is like looking directly into the midday sun. The colors are so intense that it is dizzying.

If we look at this painting from a traditional point of view, we can only say that it is too rough. The artist did not even make a sketch in advance. He just smeared it on the canvas like a drunkard. It cannot be considered a complete work at all.

However, after a second look, Musk tasted a magical and indescribable charm from the painting.

It is true that this painting lacks exquisite and realistic lines, and both the background and the characters are very blurry. However, it is precisely this sense of blur, set against the strong colors, that shows a reality that is more vivid and vital than the realistic classical works of meticulous brushwork. feel.

Musk imagined that he was immersed in the scene, standing on the beach in the hot summer, dizzy from the sun, when a girl in white came from a distance holding an umbrella.

Due to the dazzling reflection of the beach, the scene that came into view in a flash could not be seen clearly at all. Isn't it just that blurry? Only colors with strong contrast can leave a deep impression on yourself.

"This is a work by the contemporary painter Mr. Oscar Claude." Lisa finally came to her senses and began to introduce the painting.

"Contemporary painter?" Musk raised his eyebrows in surprise.

With his limited artistic accomplishment, he always believed that the older the paintings, the more artistic value they had, and that the works of living painters were not worth collecting.

"Is this Mr. Oscar Claude famous?"

"He is not famous yet, and can even be said to have a poor livelihood. However, he is an artistic genius and is creating a new art genre. Although the public cannot appreciate this style yet, I believe that one day, Oscar Crowe will Mr. De will become a great painter who will go down in the history of art," Lisa replied seriously.

"Good guy! Another unappreciated genius!" Musk shrugged and joked half-jokingly: "If I were an artist, I would rather be sought after by vulgar citizens during my lifetime. Every piece of work can be sold at a good price, and I can buy food and clothing. I don’t have any worries, and I don’t want to live in poverty all my life and become famous after my death.”

Lisa rolled her eyes at him angrily, implying that if he didn't understand art, he should stop talking nonsense and be embarrassed here.

"Daphne, this painting is very unique. I am more interested in the identity of the model. Is she also from Manderley Manor?"

Daphne nodded, her smile gone.

"If I guess correctly, the girl in white in the painting is your husband's previous wife, Mrs. Rebecca Wenders?"

"Yes, the girl in the painting is Rebecca."

Perhaps because she was freed from the supervision of Mrs. Danvers, Daphne seemed a lot more relaxed. Under Lisa's clever insinuations, this little woman with no ideas finally spoke out her thoughts.

"Lisa, for the sake of the Lord, please tell me frankly, do you think I am a small-minded person?"

"On the contrary, dear Daphne, your greatest weakness is that you think of others more than your own interests." Lisa said sincerely.

"Oh, you are so kind, Lisa. Thank you for your comfort. It makes me feel better." Lisa looked sad. "Mrs. Danvers... is a very strict housekeeper. She tried to control me. Cinderella, who was born in the common class, was trained to be a social queen of the upper class, just like her former mistress Rebecca..."

"I don't know what to say, dear Lisa, but there are traces of Rebecca's legacy everywhere in this home, such as this gallery, which contains many paintings by modern art masters that Rebecca collected. I have to admit that she has extraordinary artistic taste. No wonder Mrs. Danvers never leaves her former owner and admires her from the bottom of her heart. "

"I'm very envious of Rebecca... Frankly speaking, maybe I'm jealous of her. How wonderful it would be if I had her beauty, nobility and taste. When Mrs. Danvers compares me with her, she doesn't As for feeling ashamed.”

What Lisa heard in Daphne's complaints was not jealousy, but a strong sense of inferiority.

In fact, even before she married into a wealthy family, she often showed feelings of inferiority, which can only be said to be natural.

"Daphne, you have to think positively..." Lisa comforted her friend and encouraged her to cheer up, "You have such a beautiful manor, you have more money than you can spend in your lifetime, fashionable clothes, luxurious jewelry, everything, and most importantly, you have a husband who loves you deeply, what do you have to be inferior to?"

Unexpectedly, her comfort touched the knot in Daphne's heart that she tried hard to hide.

"Love my husband deeply... Is that really the case?" Daphne's eyes were confused, "Lisa, it's hard to say, since returning to Manderley Manor, Maxim's attitude towards me has become cold, always depressed, and seems to be worried. I tried to make him happy, but it was useless, and it made him angry... Maybe I shouldn't have accepted his proposal at all, maybe in his heart, he missed his late wife Rebecca more than he loved me."

Speaking of this, Daphne couldn't help but have red eyes and almost choked.

"Alas, I don't blame Maxim. If I were a man and had a perfect wife, how could I have maintained such a long-term passion for an ordinary Cinderella?"

"Daphne, you shouldn't think like that!" Lisa held her hand tightly. "Your husband's bad mood recently does not mean that there is a rift in your relationship or that he misses his deceased wife. In fact, his deceased wife brings him more troubles than nostalgia!"