No matter how beautiful the porcelain is, it still lacks that lively color.
Zhang Moyan stared straight at her. She was still in a trance until Xiao Xingyu walked up to her.
"Teacher Xiao, you are back."
"Sorry, I have to send someone to the airport temporarily," Xiao Xingyu looked at his watch and exhaled, "I'm driving pretty fast, right?"
Zhang Moyan suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. It was so strange, a little distressed, but also a little happy. It was so weird!
It’s understandable that you feel distressed, but why are you happy? There seems to be no need to gloat about this kind of thing. I don’t know what to be happy about.
When she was thinking wildly, Xiao Xingyu asked her: "What do you think after looking around? Do you like celadon?"
His eyes were filled with stars, and he was so eager that no one could say "I don't like him".
Of course, it’s impossible for Zhang Moyan to say he doesn’t like it. No one would say they don’t like these arts that humans have given to fire and earth.
"Of course I like it," Zhang Moyan replied affirmatively, "especially the collection in this hall. It is said that the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty advocated elegance and simplicity, and was a thousand years ahead of the world. I had never felt it before, but when I was here, I saw these elegances
Porcelain with moist, dignified shape and exquisite craftsmanship is naturally impressed by this deep and elegant beauty. It is really amazing. No wonder the celadon of the Song Dynasty has been imitated by famous kilns of subsequent generations, because these cyan colors are so beautiful regardless of their shades.
Got it!"
The corner of Xiao Xingyu's mouth raised with satisfaction, he looked into her eyes and said slowly: "In "Erya", it is said that 'spring is the green sun, which means that all things are born.' Green is a symbol of all things in nature, and it is also
The color of life, so cyan has more beauty of life than any other color."
Wow, Xiao Xingyu's eyes are really full of electricity. Just looking at each other like this makes Zhang Moyan feel like he is going to be paralyzed.
She calmly turned her head to the pomegranate statue in front of her. The numbness had only subsided by 1%, and his smooth voice, which was no less than that of a professional commentator, sounded in her ears: "Look, it's called the Northern Song Dynasty bean green glaze weeping leaf pomegranate."
"Zun, from its name you can see the naming rules of ancient porcelain, which is: the name of the dynasty, the type of glaze, the pattern, the shape of the vessel."
Zhang Moyan was attracted by this summary, and immediately compared it with His Majesty Pomegranate's nameplate in front of him with great interest and repeated: "Dynasty name...Song Dynasty, type of porcelain glaze...bean green glaze, name of decoration...Hanging leaves, name of vessel shape...
...Pomegranate Lord, wow! It’s really like this, so spiritual!”
Xiao Xingyu smiled and tapped an exhibit next door with his chin: "Go over there and check it out!"
"Hmm!" Zhang Moyan moved to the side with great interest and bent down to check the name under the flower-mouthed plate: "Southern Song Dynasty Shadow Celadon Engraved Flower-mouthed Plate..." She looked back at him with great interest: "It's really
That's it, I didn't expect that I learned such a powerful trick today!"
"Then do you want to learn something more powerful?"
Zhang Moyan straightened up and looked at him expectantly: "What do you want to learn?"
Then Xiao Xingyu took her out of the exhibition hall and went to the ceramics room on the first floor.
It was a studio specially designed for visitors to experience celadon production, and there were dedicated staff teaching teachers. Zhang Moyan eagerly followed a handsome young man to sit in front of the drawing machine, and placed a piece of dough-like embryonic mud on it.
, they plan to make an entry-level porcelain bowl.
Under the demonstration of the handsome young man, Zhang Moyan continued to beat the mud ball with his hands from a 45-degree angle at an extremely slow speed until the mud ball formed a cone shape.
Then start holding the clay, with your elbows supported on your thighs, estimate the center of the clay embryo, steady your hands and lift the embryo up at a constant speed.
After holding the embryonic body several times, determine a center point at the upper end of the clay body, and use your thumbs to press down at a constant speed to separate it. Gradually, one hand is inside and one hand is outside. Use both hands to squeeze the clay material inside and outside, maintaining a gesture.
Lift up at a constant speed.
This is embryo drawing. When I watched Xiao Xingyu and Xiao Guotao doing it before, I thought it was as simple as chopping vegetables. Now that it was my turn to do it, I realized that it was an impossible task!
It is already difficult to lift it up at a uniform speed. At the same time, the thickness of the clay embryo must be controlled, and finally the rim must be trimmed. The handsome guy explained that the porcelain will shrink during the firing process, so the width of the rim must be slightly larger than the actual object.
The width of...
Oh my gosh, she can't feel the width of anything at all, right? Her hands are useless.
In the end, her pregnancy was as expected and terrible. Even if the handsome guy personally came to the rescue in the end, he couldn't get back even a few percent.
Xiao Xingyu, who was leaning aside, could hardly stop laughing. Zhang Moyan sat in front of the embryo that he couldn't look directly at, and sighed at him in frustration: "It's too crooked, I can't get it straight, and it's also very ugly.
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The handsome guy next to him also stood up, expressing his helplessness.
Xiao Xingyu smiled, pulled up a stool and sat down next to Zhang Moyan, comforting him: "What's wrong? Isn't the Leaning Tower of Pisa also a world heritage site?"
After saying that, he took off his suit and threw it aside. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and dipped his hands in water. He turned on the drawing machine to high speed and supported the embryo body.
I saw him steadying his hands and gently pushing the embryonic column, with the same movement of one hand inside and one hand outside. In less than a minute, he straightened a crooked bowl embryo under the eyes of people.
Finally, he skillfully held the bottom of the embryo body with his index and middle fingers separated, gently turned the drawing machine, and removed the embryo body.
The whole process takes a very short time and is as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, which can be called a breathtaking visual enjoyment.
Looking at this bowl again, I simply don’t know what words to use to praise it! You must know that the beauty of a piece of porcelain lies entirely in the shaping of its lines. The difference between famous craftsmen and ordinary craftsmen lies in the grasp of streamlines and the direct effect of the curvature of the shape.
Due to the aesthetic eye, many famous wares are difficult to imitate in later generations, because they cannot copy the arcs and angles of famous wares.
The bowl that Xiao Xingyu pulled out casually, not only did the lines and curvatures all line up, it was actually a folding bowl. There was an obvious folded corner in the middle of the bowl. This was like the dust ring around Jupiter, and the whole bowl suddenly became magical.
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"Wow!" Zhang Moyan marveled at the glazed bowl, "It's really perfect, how can it be so beautiful? I don't think there is a more beautiful bowl in the world!"
Xiao Xingyu glanced at her sideways: "Is it so exaggerated?"
Zhang Moyan: "Really, Teacher Xiao, you have simply turned decay into something magical. It's amazing that something as ugly as mine can turn into something like this. At least in my heart, there is no bowl that is more beautiful than it!" Xiao Xingyu raised his eyebrows at her calmly: "Oh? Are you going to be fascinated by me?"
Zhang Moyan: "..." This person is so indebted.
Xiao Xingyu smiled and pointed the direction to the handsome young man beside him, and the young man took a wolf pen dipped in glaze ink for him.
Xiao Xingyu held the pen, looked at Zhang Moyan while holding the bowl, and then wrote on the bowl.
After a moment, he started writing, and the handsome young man standing behind him couldn't help but yelled "Hello".
Zhang Moyan eagerly turned her head to take a look, and saw two rows of words Xiao Xingyu had written vertically on the bowl:
"Today or any other time I see this charming person, his graceful and graceful appearance is suitable for his family."
The calligraphy strokes are winding and the fonts are tall and handsome.
Sure enough, the only one who can defeat the king is the king himself.
