I think about it carefully, I don't seem to be satisfactory about Charles Strickland. I wrote down everything I know, but I don't understand the real reason for these things, so I don't understand it. Why Strickland is determined to be a painter is simply clueless. Although I can definitely find the reasons from his living environment, I don't know about it. I don't even get any valuable information from my conversation with him. In fact, I can make up some reasons to explain this major change in his life, but I am not writing novels, but describing a weird personality I know Real characters. For example, I can say that he felt that painting was a skill given by God when he was young, but he had to give up his dreams due to his father's strict destiny or the pressure of life; I can also say how he hated the shackles of life, and his enthusiasm for painting and responsibility for the family made him feel unbearable. Use these plots to attract your attention and arouse your sympathy. In this way, Strickland can become more admirable and appreciated. You can imagine another Prometheus, and I can also write about a contemporary hero who is willing to be tortured by pain for the welfare of mankind. This idea and theme will never go out of date.

In addition, Strickland's marriage also has room for me to play, and find the source of his determination to paint. I can write countless possibilities in this story: the reason why he was able to have friendship with some literati and painters was because his wife liked to date people in the art world, which forced him to wake up the hidden creations; it can also be said that the disharmonious family atmosphere made him pay more attention to himself; even if you say that he was because of love, it cannot be miscalculated. For example, I can say that he had long loved art deep down and could not be self-supported. Then a woman appeared, who accidentally appeared. The little flame was completely ignited and eventually formed a prairie fire. If written like this, Mrs. Strickland would not be like this now. I must tamper with the truth and make her become a chattering and boring woman. Strickland's marriage is an endless torture, and the only thing he can do is to go far away. I think I need to focus on Strickland's weak character, how generous and kind he is, and unwilling to abandon those fates that will only bring him pain. In this way, the story develops here, and his two children are not necessary to appear.

In order to make the story realistic and tearful, it is not difficult to create an old painter who is closely related to Strickland out of thin air. He can eat but sleep in the open, or waste his talent in pursuit of fame and fortune. Finally, he saw his young self in Strickland. Then he began to teach Strickland and played a great guiding role in Strickland, allowing Strickland to abandon the wealth and glory of the world and devote his life to the sacred art. I will naturally spend more time on this mysterious old man: his family is rich and his career is smooth, but he feels that the life he really wants is not like this. Even though he cannot change the choices he has made, he hopes that Strickland can realize his wishes and become another self; I think this kind of story is simply ironic.

Things in the world will never be as you expected. Strickland has worked in the firm since graduation and lived a dull life day after day. His daily life is as vulgar and dull as his colleagues. Sometimes he does a few speculative businesses and occasionally gambles a little money. This kind of life doesn't change slightly until he gets married. Perhaps Strickland will do some boxing exercises in his spare time; collect photos of British actor Mrs. Langerry or American actress Mary Anderson; read magazines "Clumsy" and "Sports Age" by himself; and may even attend Hampstead's dance party.

For a long time, I had no connection with him, but I don't think it's important. He is committed to learning and mastering a technique that is not so easy to me. Long-term monotony is inevitable. Occasionally, I have to do some hard work to fill my stomach. It seems normal to me. Even if I write down all this life and tell you, it's nothing more than how the people around him work hard to live. I don't think what he has experienced during this period has caused any interference with his character. If I want to write an adventure novel with Paris as the background of the story

, we can start with him, thus leading to tens of thousands of materials. I think you have also understood what kind of person he is, and he has always been careless about things outside of him; from his own words, we can draw the conclusion that nothing has happened in the past few years that has been unforgettable. It is probably because he was in his forties when he arrived in Paris, and had already lost interest in the bright lights and wine and the moon. I think he is a little dull and stupid. In my opinion, his time in Paris must be full of romantic mood.

But he himself cannot feel any fluctuating emotions and changing colors. But if we feel the romance in life, we will show a sense of pleasure, but he is a person who is too focused on himself and ignores all the romance in the outside world. I really can't find a second person who cares so much about his existence like him. One thing I think is a pity, that is, I cannot describe to you in detail his down-to-earth hard work and never give up. If I have the ability to describe what kind of perseverance this is, his diligence

His indomitableness and optimism may make you more interested and sympathetic to the character I wrote. But I cannot write these unfounded things to deceive you. I have never had the opportunity to visit Strickland's creative process, not just me, I believe no one in the world has ever seen him paint. These are all private topics between him and himself. For example, if he really fought desperately with the angel sent by God in the studio alone, then he would not tell others about this tragic situation.

When I started telling his story with Bronsh Stellov, I found that I lacked too much material. If my story was not so terrible, I had to explain everything about how this tragic story developed. However, I knew nothing about their cohabitation, and these three months were blank. I didn't know what their daily life would do, nor did I have any place to refer to what they would usually use as topics of conversation for communication. It is certain that they could not be together all day long. Let me imagine it as much as possible that the sun was gradually setting, and Bronsh's strength was slowly exhausted, but Strickland was still concentrating on creating. Seeing that he always ignored himself

, devoted himself to painting, Bronsh must be very angry and unwilling to accept it. For Strickland, Bronsh was just a model from beginning to end. Strickland once revealed a secret to me that he should not be exposed. He said that Bronsh had actually revenge on Delk Stelloff when he went to bed with him, because she was rescued by Stelloff without any face and wishing to die. This fact is too terrible, so I can't help but hope that this is just Strickland's arrogant lies. But after all, who can truly understand the darkness deep in others' hearts? Some people just want to see noble hearts and beautiful emotions, and these people will never find these shameful secrets.

Bronsh must have discovered that Strickland had only a very small amount of enthusiasm and attention to her, and most of the time she was physically and mentally away from her, and her pain followed. I always felt that even from their brief relationship, she was already very clear about her position in Strickland's heart. She was just a tool for him to create, not a person with sound thoughts, needs, and consciousness. She used all means to leave this "stranger". She had tried her best, such as providing him with a comfortable, safe and stable living environment, but she did not know that he was a person who did not care about the outside environment at all; giving him delicious food, but she could not see that he had no food and clothing at all; she was worried that he would be alone,

So she always cared and cared for him too much, even when he was sleeping, she had to try every means to wake him up, as if she could grasp his lifeline. She was smart, and her wisdom told her that everything she did was like a rope that would tie him tightly, but if he was forced to force him into anger, he would destroy all this. But she didn't want to act according to her rational thinking. She knew that the future was destruction, but she could not control herself to stop. Love blinded her eyes, and although she felt pain, she still believed that the illusion she imagined was real. She was too confident in her great love, making her feel as if she had the ability to awaken the humanity and love that had long been destroyed in Strickland.

The character of Strickland I have described and analyzed here is actually not comprehensive. First, I don’t know many facts, but there is a more serious problem: his entanglement with women is very conspicuous, and there are many surprising contents, which I have described in detail, saying everything and saying everything, but this does not represent his entire life. These parts are just a small fragment of his life. Although those stories have irreversible effects and harms others, you can also regard them simply as destiny mockery of them by fate. The real Strickland is a person who has dreams and hard work.

This is why the novel is not true enough. Normally, for a man, love is just a small clip in life and a small episode in daily life, but most love novels describe it to death, exaggerate it, making it noble even more than the position it should possess in normal life. I have to admit that there are actually some men who regard love as a first-class event in life. These men have no interest in women who are obsessed with love all day long. Women will be coaxed by them to the point of being unfamiliar, but they cannot find any sense of security in them. They are actually quite pitiful. Yes. Men can always use it with all their hearts. It is common for them to work hard to make a living while dating. They are either keen on a sports or are passionate about art. It often happens that they can perform many activities at the same time and can not interfere with each other. These activities are divided into no connection with each other. They can solve one problem wholeheartedly without being disturbed by other problems. If they are disturbed by something, they will be extremely angry. When it comes to the issue of love, the biggest difference between women and men is that women are trapped in the emotions of love every moment, while men will only consider it when they have time.

Strickland's desire for sex is very small, and it can even be said that he dislikes himself who has desires. His soul pursues something completely opposite to his body. His emotions have always been very fanatical. Once desire controls his body, he will naturally start to indulge in a carnival, but his soul is quite disgusted with this desire that makes him unable to control himself. I even guess whether he also hates the sexual partner who is having sex with him. After his reason reoccupied the high ground, he felt scared and frightened when he saw the lustful woman. His soul would leave his body and slowly float to the sky. Looking at the naked woman beside him, it was like a butterfly that had just transformed into a winged look back at his dirty and evil The shell of the heart is like the shell. The instinct of art is catharsis. The beautiful and passionate women, the Gulf of Naples under the golden moonlight, and the "Tomb" by the Italian Venetian painter Titian, all of which are similar in our hearts. The reason why Strickland is very disgusted with venting the ups and downs of the chest through the sexual desire of the body may be because he can satisfy the desire to express through painting and artistic creation, and venting through the desire of the body is too direct, too rough, and without beauty. The person I am trying to describe is actually a selfish, willful, cruel and carnal person, but in the end he becomes a person with a high spiritual realm. I don't think he can understand, but this is the truth.

He is the most difficult painter I have ever seen. Most people don’t want to go to the normal life of their people. They don’t care about those beautiful, exquisite, and cute things. Fame and fortune cannot attract him. We normal people have too many temptations in life. In the face of secular rules, everyone has to make some big or small concessions. In this matter, Strickland is still quite persistent, but you can’t say how powerful he insists on rejecting temptation, because there has never been temptation in front of him. He only has the only requirement for the people around him, that is, not to disturb him. He just wants to concentrate on pursuing his goals, even if he pays the price for it. Sometimes he needs to pay the price himself, and sometimes he needs to sacrifice the interests of others. He has his own world.

Strickland is a very annoying person, but no matter what, I still think he is a great person.
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