Chapter 0057 Rosewood Root Sculpture

Zhuang Rui hands of this root carving, the whole was black purple, revealing outward oil light, is a Maitreya Buddha’s seated statue, although only the size of a palm, but unusually heavy, just covered with dirt and oil, even the face of the Maitreya Buddha, can not see clearly.

Zhuang Rui saw that the stall owner handed back the five hundred dollars to the foreigner, so he opened his mouth and said to him, “This brother, this object of yours, can you let me look at it carefully for a while?”

“Big brother, you can look at it! I’m thankful for you today, if you like this root carving, it’s yours.”

This young stall owner is grateful to Zhuang Rui, if not for the fact that Zhuang Rui can directly talk to foreigners, I’m afraid that several of them are still being kept in the dark by this Erguizi interpreter!

“Oh, send it is not necessary, I look at it first, if you like it, I will find you to buy it.”

Zhuang Rui smilingly returned a sentence, began to measure up in the hands of this Maitreya Buddha root carving to.

Zhuang Rui with his thumb vigorously in the face of the Maitreya Buddha wiped a few times, although it did not wipe off all the oil stains on it, but has been vaguely can see its face, this Maitreya Buddha statue forehead wide, eyes slightly closed, a smile mouth open half, two big ears hanging down to the shoulders, bare chest and belly, cross-legged curved humerus, the body reclining on a bag sitting, right hand placed on his knees, a leisurely, at ease with the situation! The expression is one of ease and contentment, taking things as they come.

From the carving, this work is carved fine, skillful knife, the whole line is natural and smooth, if this root carving is really the stall owner’s ancestor’s work, it must be its ancestor is also a skillful artist, even if Zhuang Rui doesn’t know how to appreciate this kind of object, also can see that this is a rare masterpiece, just he doesn’t know, that the owner of the stall why the price to be so low, only a district of five hundred dollars on the sale of the money.

“Huh!”

In Zhuang Rui put this root carving over to see when, the heart can not help but accelerate the beating, because he found, this root carving back lines and stripes reveal a luster, the annual pattern into stirring silk, fine almost can not be seen, and actually did not have a scar on it, we must know, the general roots of the tree are scars, like this kind of mold, it seems that only the red sandalwood only have.

See here, Zhuang Rui and re-measure the whole root carving to, but the more you look at the more like rosewood carved, purple-black color tone, deep and elegant shape, especially when he put the root carving to the end of the nose after a smell, the faint fragrance, but also to let Zhuang Rui firm up their own judgments, the Maitreya Buddha root carving, not only is the rosewood, should be a number of years of old objects.

In fact, this is not to blame Zhuang Rui did not see at the beginning, because rosewood is divided into two kinds, that is, large-leaved rosewood and small-leaved rosewood, large-leaved rosewood on the string cut surface banded stripes obvious and wider, the color of purple-brown, Zhuang Rui in the Song Jun villa to see those furniture, are all made of large-leaved rosewood.

And small-leaved rosewood surface of the wood grain is not obvious, the color of the first orange-red, for a long time is a deep purple such as lacquer, almost can not see the pattern of the wheel to the vein line is very fine, was stranded silk such as cow hair, the price is higher than the big-leaved rosewood more than four or five times, this kind of rosewood is very small in number, and the big pieces are also very few, passed down more for some objects for fun, Zhuang Rui encountered this, it is the roots of the small-leaved rosewood carving and become.

Determined that this is a rosewood root carving, Zhuang Rui is ready to use the eyes of the aura to see again, the reason why Zhuang Rui has not been using the eyes of the aura to see this object, but also want to increase the experience of some of the antiques this line of work, that is, to look at more on the hands of more, let’s say that, if you stay at the Palace Museum on a couple of decades, every day in the face of the history of those who have precipitated the old objects, and then go to the Panjiayuan to see the fakes of those objects, I’m afraid that a hand can feel it, I’m afraid to see it. I’m afraid that a hand can feel out the true and false, this is the accumulation of experience.

But at the moment Zhuang Rui heart has given the answer, need to do an appraisal in the eyes of the aura, slightly lowered his head, a piece of orange from the eyes flashed, the eyes of the aura is already in contact with the hands of the root carving on the surface of the root carving in the eyes of Zhuang Rui, like a mist into a general rapid decomposition, although the aura entered the root carving of a centimeter or so on the stop, but the root carving of the internal structure of the fibers are still presented in the Zhuang Rui’s eyes.

The internal fiber organization of the root sculpture is very fine, like layers of waves, and each fiber tube hole is curved, dense, vein lines are extremely fine, stranded silk like cow hair, these are the unique characteristics of rosewood, in the villa of Song Jun, Zhuang Rui heard its introduction.

But at the moment the most let him surprise is, a and that piece of Lian Sheng couplets almost thick breath, and the eyes of the aura quickly fused together, this breath to be far more than their own in the grasshopper gourd, and those few Huanghuali chairs absorbed in the aura, thick many times, this also let Zhuang Rui some confusion, is it their previous judgment of the number of wooden antiques in the aura of the small this point of view, it is wrong?

Shook his head, Zhuang Rui put those ideas are line behind the brain, now is not the time to look deeply into this issue, through the eyes of the aura to determine that this is an antique, the weight of the hand of this rosewood Maitreya Buddha as if it has increased by a few points, Zhuang Rui know, rosewood is known as “inch sandalwood inch gold”, especially with the heritage of the old objects, but also add the historical value of its own, the price is even more. Its own historical value, the price is even more expensive, the object in front of me, I’m afraid that its market price is much higher than the three rivers Liu’s grasshopper gourd.

Zhuang Rui looked up, see that the two ghosts translator lying on the table to write things, director Wang is pointing and gesticulating and the two foreigners to exchange feelings it, then gently pulled the stall owner, asked: “This brother, I see you this statue is very good ah! How come you sold it for five hundred dollars?”

After hearing Zhuang Rui’s words, the young man was filled with a helpless look and said, “This market stalls selling root carvings and such knickknacks, say a hundred stalls some exaggeration, but thirty to fifty is always there, so many stalls, sell expensive no one to buy ah!”

“There are still so many craftsmen now?”

Zhuang Rui ate a shock, carving is a very delicate craft work, not ordinary people can master.

“The fart of the craftsman, those are carved out by machine, assembly line can come out hundreds of thousands in a day, are some dead things without aura, but those things are cheap ah! A dozen dollars a, and placed in the home, from the appearance alone is not worse than these hand-carved, a variety of shapes are also more, so I have this stall, it is very bad to sell, today sold to this foreigner a, but also out of this gear.”

The young man’s words also revealed a kind of reality, now very few people to learn these traditional crafts, I’m afraid that after some more years, these skillful artists, will also be less and less.

“I like this root carving, I’ll buy it, you make a price!”

Zhuang Rui looked at the young man some lost look, almost said this root carving of the truth, but ultimately still hold back, he is not, also do not want to do that singer Xue Village mouth sung “we are living thunderbolt”.