As far as I know, besides Van Gogh's Sunflower, there are also Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, and the German Reichstag, which is wrapped by crystal couples. According to the research of the curator of the Louvre Art Museum, the Mona Lisa was created between 1503- 1505.
This painting classic was originally a portrait entrusted to his wife by Florentine businessman Zogonda. After the work was completed, Leonardo da Vinci knew its extraordinary artistic value and deliberately said that some parts needed to be revised, but he did not hand them over to Party A as promised. He always took it with him in his turbulent life for many years.
Later, he bought it to the French king Francois. Since then, the French have regarded it as the treasure of French towns and houses.
1793, when the French Revolution ended, the Mona Lisa began to be exhibited in public. 1800, it fell into the hands of the French emperor Bonaparte Napoleon, and was hung in his bedroom by the French emperor to accompany him to sleep.
1804, the wandering Mona Lisa finally got her place and lived in the Louvre. So far, in the auction market, experts have counted the ten most expensive paintings in the world for us: 1. Pollock 1948 No.5 is $65,438 +0.4 billion; Second, Klimt's Adele Blochbauer I is 654.38+35 million dollars; Third, Picasso's "The Boy with a Pipe" cost $65,438 +0.04 billion; Four, Picasso's Dora Mar and the Cat, $95.2 million; 5. Van Gogh's "Portrait of Dr. Gage" is $82.5 million; 6. Renoir's "The Ball at Moulin Rouge" is 7,865,438+10,000 USD; Seven, Rubens "Beating the Baby" 73.5 million dollars; 8. Van Gogh's Self-portrait without a beard 710.5 million dollars; Nine, Cezanne's Curtain, Pot, Plate, 60.5 million dollars; Ten, Picasso's "Pierrette's Wedding" 5 1.67 million dollars.
Don't think that the above ten paintings are really the highest-priced works in human history. In fact, it can be understood that this is just a work that these artists can only circulate in the market.
For example, Picasso's masterpieces "The Maiden of avignon" and "guernica" will never be sold and changed hands as commodities. If one day someone dares to send them to the auction house against the disapproval of the world, their prices will certainly not be calculated in hundreds of millions of dollars. Moreover, this kind of money worship business behavior will be regarded as a blasphemy against human culture and will arouse the anger that those cultural protectors can't calm down.
Not to mention the market price of Mona Lisa, which is indisputably regarded as the first painting in human history. Anyone who has a value for it will be stared crazy. This vulgar sense of business is bound to hurt the feelings of fans of this miraculous work in the history of art very deeply.
However, the French artist Marshall Duchamp seems to be deliberately using the Mona Lisa to destroy the aesthetic feelings of people all over the world. With cunning scheming, he bought a print of Mona Lisa in the shop, drew a moustache and a goatee with a pencil on the face described by art critics as having an eternal smile, and named it Mona Lisa with a beard.
No one can estimate the consequences of this Dada-style work after it is made public, and any humiliation of Mona Lisa may be disastrous. Strangely, after this work was published, the world was not angry, but amazed.
In fact, people have long discovered that the Mona Lisa recited by everyone has both feminine characteristics and masculine temperament. Looking at Mona Lisa with a beard, no one can deny that this western classic beauty really looks like a man. In the face of this irrefutable fact, everyone is completely convinced. Instead of being angry, people were deeply impressed by Duchamp's wit and courage in revealing this historical secret to us.
Duchamp's success did not simply come from an artist's genius inspiration, but at the beginning of the 20th century, German philosopher Nietzsche flatly declared that "God is dead", and westerners lost their care for God. 19 14 The first world war completely shattered the fantasy of "fraternity" in the West. It is with the help of the turning point of "reassessing all values" in this era that he pulsates aesthetics. Duchamp was not satisfied with his success. He made persistent efforts, went to the store to buy an identical Mona Lisa, and directly displayed it intact, calling it "the bearded Mona Lisa".
This work once again caused a sensation, and people really regarded the beauty "Mona Lisa" as the shaved man "Mona Lisa". In the speculative clues from Mona Lisa to Mona Lisa with beard and then to Mona Lisa with beard, an ironic aesthetics suddenly formed, which opened up a road extending in all directions for contemporary art.
"Mona Lisa with beard" and "Mona Lisa with beard" have become fantastic ideas in the history of art. Since then, the variant art of Mona Lisa, which originated from Duchamp's spirit, has begun its noisy journey of being relegated to mental retardation.
But after all, as a masterpiece, Mona Lisa is unparalleled. Its strange experience will certainly prove this for us.
It is this Mona Lisa, and it is no exaggeration to describe greatness and importance in any language. In the 100 years since it moved to the Louvre, it has been closely protected by French officials and has only left here four times. Italian painter Perugia first worked in the Louvre. On May 19 1 1, the careerist who knew the Louvre like the back of his hand lurked in, dragged the Mona Lisa out of the frame, rolled it up, held it in his arms and ran away with it.
When the museum opened the next day, an empty picture frame was still hanging in its original position. The audience and staff mistakenly thought that the Mona Lisa had been temporarily moved, and it was 24 hours before someone reported that it had been stolen. The Louvre immediately announced its closure.
The whole Paris is boiling. On August 23, Parisian newspaper published a huge photo of Mona Lisa, with the headline "Madame Zogonda escaped from the Louvre", which was full of ridicule.
2. About "Art"-Topic 1 of the composition: Guitar Love
Since I really saw my buddy playing guitar last year, I have been deeply attracted by this instrument. Watching them play beautifully, I want to practice guitar. My father found my interest and bought me a guitar. At that time, I put all my energy into practicing guitar and sought the highest realm.
At first, I practiced fingering-that is, practicing the strings managed by each finger. I taught my cousin to write fingering charts for me, so that I could practice patiently and improve my speed. Of course, I devoted myself to the training of guitar! After more than a week of hard training, the fingering practice has been basically completed, and the speed seems to be too fast to recognize the strings! Then, I want to learn to press * * *. My brother taught me to read, and took out the * * * spectrum in the book to practice. He solemnly said to me: "If you want to practice * * *, you must eat bitter and not be afraid of pain. Many guitar lovers are scared by the pain and give up halfway, so you must overcome the difficulties! " Since then, I have devoted myself to learning this lesson.
"Halfway", the more I learn, the harder it is, and the more my fingers seem to touch the strings like knives. I really want to give up the guitar, but I can't let it go, as if it were saying to me, "Don't give up! You have to stick to it and don't look down on others! " I thought, "I will do what others can do. Since heaven forbid me to give up, I will continue to learn! " So, I concentrated on my study again, overcame all the pain and persisted with amazing perseverance.
Finally, heaven rewards diligence, and I have mastered the skill of pressing strings. Looking at the dark blue guitar and the beautiful Confucius, it seems that the round mouth is wide open, singing inspiring songs and singing for me.
I'm going to improve myself. Since then, guitar and I have become inseparable friends, and have performed in schools and radio stations.
My beloved guitar, thank you for letting me know that although there are many difficulties on the long road of life, as long as I dare to try and challenge, I will definitely become a strong person in life.
Guitar, I love you.
Topic 2: Watch the insect exhibition.
On Saturday, my mother and I went to Shiqiao Cultural Palace to watch the insect exhibition.
It's cool, and my mother drives. I watched the scenery happily in the car and soon arrived at the Municipal Cultural Palace. My mother bought a ticket and took me in. It's like we walked into the world of insects, and I saw all kinds of insect specimens. There are butterflies, spiders, cannibals, scorpions, lizards and so on. My favorite is butterflies, which are particularly rich in colors, such as green, yellow, blue, red and black ... There is a kind of "dream butterfly", which is very big, as big as a small fan, and the color is very bright blue, which is very beautiful! I also went to see butterfly paintings. They are made of many beautiful butterfly wings, and I am fascinated by them. When I left, my aunt in the exhibition hall also gave me a photo of a pair of 8 butterflies as a souvenir.
On the way home, I thought: the insect world is so magical!
3. There is a composition answer about art: Art and Life When I was a child, I was just a child chasing sand at the seaside. The sea never gave me literary talent, and the muse never touched me with her hands.
When I grow up, I leave the sea in my hometown. In a bookstore in the city, I first came into contact with so many books.
Once, I dug out a collection of poems from a dazzling bookcase with Tagore's quotation printed on it: "Buy a collection of poems with coins in your hand, and it will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in infinite emptiness." I just took a look and bought it like a treasure.
Since then, Tagore has brought me to a colorful world. I am fascinated by poetry, just as I am fascinated by the deep and vast sea.
I found the charm of poetry as bright as the sun for the first time. Li Bai, who is optimistic and bold, Du Fu, who is deep and melancholy, and Li Qingzhao, who is graceful and restrained, walked out of the poetry circle ... They showed me everything in the world with different styles of pens.
Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy and Wen Yiduo's profundity. I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin and experienced the magnificence of the world poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I can't live without poetry.
Poetry always plucks my heartstrings with its invisible hand, plucks people's piano, and drives me crazy. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng yearned for "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; After class, I chanted and entered the artistic conception of "lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are sweet in Hetian".
I really feel like a happy bird that Tagore said, flying freely in infinite emptiness. After reading many poems, I can't help but have a dream and gently open the door of literature hall with my poems.
Whenever others play, I am fascinated by exploring the beauty of everything; When all the lights went out, I built a line of poems under the lights alone, and the thin pen tip flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers and the growth of tender grass ... I wrote the songs in my heart with my own pen, and everything was happy. Every time I send a poem, waiting becomes a part of my life.
Although most of them sink into the sea, I sing a song when I think that Jiang Guo is really "frustrated"; When you are sad, write a poem. Because life is always beautiful, my mind is extremely open.
Occasionally, I saw my words turn into printed words, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for several nights. Although no one cheered, I felt that the door of the literary palace was slowly opening, and the muse smiled at me. My immature poem just fulfilled my literary dream.
I am addicted to reading and writing poems. That line of verse is a flying butterfly that brought me to a beautiful and colorful garden; That poem is like a firefly. "It gives off a faint light, but it will be bright when it is saved."
I will always be attached to the Muse, and I have no regrets. Art and life I never leave anything around, because I always feel that things are lost when I leave them around, and only those who stay in my heart will never forget ... It was a summer vacation, and because of the piano exam, I had to resist the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice at home.
It's so sultry that I have ice in my mouth. Practice hard.
From morning till noon, and then at night, I can finally shake my sore arm. I can't help it I went to the balcony ... Suddenly, I heard a voice, hazy and clear with the unique breeze of summer evening, drifting into my ears, brushing my cheeks and sweeping my Liu Haier. The leaves rustle and the sunset glow is subtle and soft.
At this moment, the world became strangely quiet, as if only this voice existed. Oh, a flute. Someone is playing the flute. It's melodious, comfortable and smooth. Only a calm person can play so well.
I was intoxicated and quiet ... It took me a long time to wake up from thinking and imagination. In the next few days, I noticed that this flute sounded every evening, but the flute I heard later was not as good as the first time.
As soon as I put down the piano every day, the flute will ring on time, and I will run to the balcony to see the construction site downstairs and listen carefully. I imagine the flute player is a lonely old man, telling his own feelings; Maybe it's a child. I saw a child playing the flute on the back of the old buffalo ... One day, I went to the balcony as usual and saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing the flute.
Suddenly, the flute came to an abrupt end. When it rang again, I was surprised to find that he was playing my music! Although the flute sounds intermittent, I can still recognize it as my favorite piece of music. I didn't see it with my own eyes In any case, I can't believe that a person can play the flute with his ears intact, and he plays it so accurately, although he is not very skilled.
Is a worker I used to despise very much! I'm shocked! In the evening, my mother actually talked about the worker: "Look at others, building a house in the sun every day, is it much more tired than you?" People blow you to bed at night, and it's easy! "I don't complain anymore. So, in the morning, the flute in my dream woke me up; At night, the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep.
When I was practicing that piece of music, the flute always sounded quietly, but it was very light, as if I were afraid of being heard. Finally, he was no longer afraid.
So the sound of piano and flute blend together, harmonious, beautiful and quiet. I am excited, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I think I have found the true meaning of this song, which was found by this worker friend.
Yes, my feelings have been sublimated ... the flute was always in my ear during the exam. I understand music in my own way. Finally got into 10! I was shocked when I rushed to the balcony excitedly and prepared to summon up the courage to tell the good news to my friends I had never met. A few days of excitement and tension made me forget the buildings that have risen in front of me.
Yes, I will never cooperate with that flute again! Somewhere in the sky, I heard the flute again. I always feel that this flute sounds familiar. It turns out that the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever! Dear friend, are you still playing the flute? .
4. Write an artistic composition and watch an insect exhibition.
On Saturday, my mother and I went to Shiqiao Cultural Palace to watch the insect exhibition.
It's cool, and my mother drives. I watched the scenery happily in the car and soon arrived at the Municipal Cultural Palace. My mother bought a ticket and took me in. It's like we walked into the world of insects, and I saw all kinds of insect specimens. There are butterflies, spiders, cannibals, scorpions, lizards and so on. My favorite is butterflies, which are particularly rich in colors, such as green, yellow, blue, red and black ... There is a kind of "dream butterfly", which is very big, as big as a small fan, and the color is very bright blue, which is very beautiful! I also went to see butterfly paintings. They are made of many beautiful butterfly wings, and I am fascinated by them. When I left, my aunt in the exhibition hall also gave me a photo of a pair of 8 butterflies as a souvenir.
On the way home, I thought: the insect world is so magical!
Write a composition about art Since I really saw my buddy playing guitar last year, I have been deeply attracted by this instrument. Watching them play beautifully, I just want to practice my guitar more. My father found my interest and bought me a guitar. At that time, I put all my energy into practicing guitar and sought the highest realm.
At first, I practiced fingering-that is, practicing the strings managed by each finger. I taught my cousin to write fingering charts for me, so that I could practice patiently and improve my speed. Of course, I devoted myself to the training of guitar! After more than a week of hard training, the fingering practice has been basically completed, and the speed seems to be too fast to recognize the strings! Then, I want to learn to press * * *. My brother taught me to read, and took out the * * * spectrum in the book to practice. He solemnly said to me: "If you want to practice * * *, you must eat bitter and not be afraid of pain. Many guitar lovers are scared by the pain and give up halfway, so you must overcome the difficulties! " Since then, I have devoted myself to learning this lesson.
"Halfway", the more I learn, the harder it is, and the more my fingers seem to touch the strings like knives. I really want to give up the guitar, but I can't let it go, as if it were saying to me, "Don't give up! You have to stick to it and don't look down on others! " I thought, "I will do what others can do. Since heaven forbid me to give up, I will continue to learn! " So, I concentrated on my study again, overcame all the pain and persisted with amazing perseverance.
Finally, heaven rewards diligence, and I have mastered the skill of pressing strings. Looking at the dark blue guitar and the beautiful Confucius, it seems that the round mouth is wide open, singing inspiring songs and singing for me.
I'm going to improve myself. Since then, guitar and I have become inseparable friends, and have performed in schools and radio stations.
My beloved guitar, thank you for letting me know that although there are many difficulties on the long road of life, as long as I dare to try and challenge, I will definitely become a strong person in life.
Guitar, I love you.
6. Write a composition about art (400 words is enough). At first glance, the word "art" sounds far away from us. I always think that it belongs to artists and is the research object of elegant people, so it is difficult to get close to us ordinary people. However, if you really care about life, those arts are actually everywhere around us.
If you are a lady who loves beauty, always dress yourself up in front of the mirror before going out every day: the makeup on your face, the change of hair style, the matching of clothes styles and colors. These are all arts. Isn't there a saying that "everyone loves beauty"? This kind of beauty is the art in our eyes. If you like clubbing or eating in restaurants, you will definitely have a soft spot for the storefront and interior decoration of one or several stores and become an old customer there. With the improvement of people's living standards, we are not only satisfied with filling our stomachs in restaurants, but also pay more attention to the spiritual enjoyment when eating: a novel and unique interior design, a beautiful tune or a unique picture may achieve unexpected results. At this time, you are also a "consumer". Add a cute bear protective cover to the computer appearance; Make the room extra warm; Sticking Kawaii stickers on the schoolbag ... often some small details are ignored by us. Actually, to put it bluntly, these are all arts. But they are not the art in the hands of famous painters, the art sung by famous singers or the art in the minds of designers. This kind of art belongs exclusively to life and is the art of ordinary people. It is this kind of art that makes our life colorful, full of happiness and simplicity.
7. Write a short article about art. Art refers to man-made products rather than natural objects, spiritual products rather than ordinary material products. Art is mainly the crystallization of thinking in images, not the result of abstract thinking. There is a striking orange pumpkin in the corner of our bedroom. This pumpkin was given to grandma by my aunt, and grandma kept it in my house. This is my favorite work of art. This pumpkin is about 36 cm in diameter and has a stalk of about 4 cm at the top. There is a little green in a large area of orange, and the overall collocation is very harmonious. The more you look at it, the more it looks like a pumpkin carriage in Cinderella!
In fact, this pumpkin is ceramic and weighs about 3 Jin. Its surface is smooth, cold and hard, but it can be fondled, just like holding a cornucopia. The dark green flower stalk is a little transparent, which gives people room for imagination and adds a little vitality. A pumpkin is divided into 10, perfect! This pumpkin is simple in structure, just like the pumpkin planted by the farmer's uncle. The color is not particularly bright, but ordinary orange, which makes people feel natural, harmonious and full of vitality. This simple and simple shape is more interesting than works of art inlaid with rare treasures.
This pumpkin is very realistic, just like a fresh pumpkin just picked from a vine! The surface of the glass pumpkin sparkles. If you put the glass pumpkin on the dining table without turning on the light, the gluttonous person will definitely want to rush up and take a bite.
The simple color of glass pumpkin makes me feel the wisdom of working people; Its birth can not be separated from the hard-working hands of glass-ceramic workers. This pumpkin adds a strong artistic flavor to my home.
8. Composition: I learned 400 words (about art), and I learned about 400 words of calligraphy composition.
Whenever I see the good handwriting written by those calligraphy writers and praised by everyone, I always feel envious in my heart.
I began to learn calligraphy last autumn and went to learn it every Sunday afternoon. When I first came to the calligraphy class, I was frightened by the strange ink smell and thought, Can I stand this ink smell? At this moment, Teacher Wei of the calligraphy class encouraged me to say, "If you want to learn China's calligraphy well, you have to work hard. Investment takes a long time, and it can't be written overnight! " After listening to Teacher Wei's words, I got up the courage to get a writing brush. Teacher Wei taught me to hold a brush in my hand, while teaching, he said, "Put the brush in your mouth, don't hold it too low ... OK, that's it." I did as Mr. Wei asked, and he taught me patiently.
I finally mastered the method slowly, so I can take a good brush and start writing bit by bit. At first, Mr. Wei taught me the simplest horizontal, but I always couldn't write well. My handwriting was crooked and deformed. Sometimes accidentally, ink is everywhere, and a lot of ink drops on me. It tastes really bad. Only then did I know that those calligraphers seemed to write easily on the surface, but in fact they were not easy behind them.
On the first day of learning calligraphy, I was exhausted, my arm was sore and painful, and I was very tired. Because, basically, I have to sit there and write for three hours, alas, it is really difficult.
"As long as you write with your heart, you will succeed." Inspired by Teacher Wei, I always insist on writing with a brush. Now, a year has passed, and my calligraphy is different.
Although the road to learning calligraphy is arduous and long, I believe I will write better one day. I will continue on this glorious road.