"You said you can draw, what themes do you often draw?" Natasha asked as if she had nothing to say, fiddling with the fishing line in her hand.
"I draw on all kinds of subjects, but most of them are charcoal and pencil drawings. It's a bit troublesome to pack up the paint, so I prefer sketches with large areas of white space."
Natasha nodded, and then Schiller continued: "I happened to bring paper and charcoal, would you be honored to ask you to be my model?"
"You'd better not expect me to stay here quietly for a long time." Natasha shook her head and said: "I have long passed the age of not eating, drinking or sleeping for romance. Am I showing off?
Like an old lady?"
"As I said before, we are all remnants of the past. Just keep this position as still as possible for ten minutes."
Schiele took out a sketch pad from his luggage bag, wrapped a charcoal strip in a tissue and began to draw on the paper.
Even before ten minutes, Natasha saw Schiller hand over the drawing board. She was a little surprised and said: "So fast?"
The speed of Schiele's painting made Natasha not have high expectations for the quality of this painting, because in the eyes of an outsider like her, the paintings should become more refined and higher-level the longer they are painted.
A few minutes of sketching will inevitably lead to some sloppiness.
But when she saw the portrait on the paper, Natasha was stunned. The beautiful woman's face outlined on the paper was not scrawled at all. Her hair was black, which made her cheeks extra bright, and the shadow was kneaded charcoal powder.
, rich at first, but finally with a gray transparency, like a shadow under the light.
There are very few colored parts and a lot of white space, but the high-intensity contrast between light and dark makes the light feel more intense.
"God." Natasha said in shock, "You can draw so well!"
"It's a great way to fool the uninitiated."
Schiller's words made Natasha couldn't help but look at him. Schiller smiled and continued: "Actually, the details are far different. Using strong light and dark to shape the volume will make the picture have a strong impact, and most of them
Laymen without professional knowledge can only feel the impact of the picture."
"It's quite impactful." Natasha looked down at the painting again, but even after careful screening, she really couldn't see any missing details. After all, she had never studied art and had only seen the works in the exhibition hall.
My memory is not very clear either.
The first feeling this painting gave her was "likeness", and the second feeling was "beauty". These two feelings were enough for ordinary people without professional knowledge to judge this painting as a professional work.
"Look at this." Strange turned over a piece of draft paper and showed it to Stark who was standing next to him. The moment Stark saw the painting, his pupils contracted, as if he saw a bright light.
It was a portrait of a woman with a strong sense of light. The large areas of charcoal shadow made the blank area in the middle look like a beauty's face at noon. The facial features were hazy and the details could not be seen clearly, but it was quite atmospheric.
"Shiller shouldn't be able to draw, right?" Although Stark said it as a question, he used an affirmative tone. He recalled it and then said: "I asked him to help me draw an auxiliary line for the part drawing.
, he painted them all crookedly.”
"Don't you know how to draw?" Strange glanced at Stark, then looked at the painting and said, "How is the quality of this painting?"
"Industrial drawing and this are completely different things." Stark shook his head and said, "Or they are two opposite extremes. Industrial drawing requires complete accuracy, which is no different from mathematical calculations, but art is about atmosphere rendering.
The hazier it is and the more associations it evokes, the better.”
But Stark still looked down at the painting and said: "In my opinion, this painting has done it all. Although he did not paint the facial features very clearly, it still makes us feel that this model is a beauty."
Strange turned over another piece of draft paper, and then a similar picture from another angle. He turned over several pieces of paper in succession, and found that they were all like this, with strong light, hazy portraits, and beautiful images.
The atmosphere is great, but I can’t tell who the model is at all.
"This should be the original Schiele painting, right? His dream girl." Stark simply sat on the ground and began to look through the paintings one by one and said: "Could he be doing it for love?"
Suicide?"
But at this moment, Strange turned over an unusual test report on the side of the bottom of the box. He took a look at it and said: "Brain area scan... Schizophrenia pre-test? The original Schiller
Have schizophrenia?"
Strange rummaged through the box again and found more paintings, but this time the style of the paintings became a little weird.
Originally, the long black hair or the black background set off the white face, making the model in the painting look particularly sacred. However, the situation is completely reversed in the folded painting in Strange's hand. The hair is sparse and outlines several figures.
There are pen lines, the background is completely blank, and the facial features have been very detailed, but each organ is covered with dense shadows, leaving only a very small amount of white space.
"Who is this?" Stark squinted at the painting in Strange's hand. He could see that the woman's facial features were not black, but there was too much ink on her face, and her entire face was shadowed.
cover.
They compared the two paintings and found that the hair style and face shape were basically the same, but the painting method was different. Strange then looked back and found that the subsequent paintings were getting more and more weird.
The originally fuzzy facial features gradually became clearer, sometimes revealing the content, sometimes appearing ferocious and bloodthirsty, but many times there was a strange tenderness or a slight temptation of desire.
"I'm afraid he really has some mental problems." Strange looked at the painting up and down and said: "This may be a hallucination he saw when he was suffering from a mental illness. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the style of the painting changed like this.
Suddenly, there are so many details of expressions."
"Artists are crazy."
"The problem is that he is not an artist, he is a psychiatrist."
Stark was speechless. He stared at the weird paintings and felt a little nervous, so he folded them up and put them all back in the box, stood up and entered the bedroom again.
There was a desk in the bedroom. Stark walked to the desk and flipped through a few books on the shelf. His eyes were fixed on the name of one of them - "How We Die".
Stark's fingers traced the spine of the book. Strange came behind him, stared at the names of the books and said: "Even if death education is an indispensable part of life, the books above mention death.
Is it too many times?”
"Maybe he wanted to commit suicide a long time ago." Stark seemed a little silent, with a slightly sad tone: "No matter what, a crazy suicide tortured by mental illness deserves sympathy."
"Is it really a mental illness?" Strange seemed to have thought of something. He quickly walked back to the living room, stood in the middle of the room and closed his eyes. Magic power spread from his body.
"What are you doing?" Stark asked.
Strange did not respond. After a few minutes of silence, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Stark with a serious face and said, "The breath of death remains here."
"Yes, he is considered dead after all..."
"No, it's not that death, it's the real 'death'." Strange turned around and looked up and down the room and said: "The breath is very, very thin. It must have been a while."
"That goddess?" Stark asked a little surprised.
"Don't tell me you don't know that death will haunt certain beings, causing them to see hallucinations similar to those of a dream lover, and then causing them to provide him with more deaths. Thanos is one of them."
Strange knelt on the ground again, took out the paintings from the box, and said: "According to Rocky's description of his experience, Thanos once mentioned that he had seen a beautiful woman several nights.
The woman guided him to a deserted and deep country. She said that there would be their love nest, as long as he could keep her appointment."
"Death seduces Schiller??!!" Stark said in disbelief, but he soon seemed to react: "Wait a minute, I always felt something was wrong, about Schiller's strong interest in death."
"Why does he have to negotiate terms with death every time, no matter how big or small it is? There are obviously thousands of simpler ways than that..."
Strange looked around again and speculated: "The original Schiller may have been affected by death and chose to commit suicide to go to her appointment. In other words, the first person that Dr. Schiller later met was not
Me, but death."
"This can also explain why he is so interested in death all the time, and even took part of his soul to go to her appointments several times... God, are they dating?!"
Strange slowly narrowed his eyes. In fact, anyone who has experienced Schiller's several big plans in succession can find that he has a different kind of interest in death, which is completely beyond the scope of interest that should be found in studying a god.
Here both of them fell into a blind spot of thinking. The preconceived impression that Schiele could not paint made them think that the paintings that appeared in Schiele's previous residence could only be left by the previous Schiele, and combined with
Wine bottles and drugs inevitably lead to the speculation of the depressed and crazy artist.
When we think of some small details that have long been doubtful in the past, it is easy for people to have the idea of "Look, I told you something was wrong a long time ago."
Human beings are very good at incorporating their current situation into various descriptions that are actually inaccurate. It is the same as the beginning of cancer diagnosis on Baidu, and it is also the same as when taking an emotional test and feeling that those adjectives are extremely suitable for oneself.
Same.
"We have to ask Loki." Strange thought for a while and said: "She is the only one who has more dealings with Thanos. We should ask Thanos whether the paintings in these paintings are death.
."
At this time, Luo Ji was still looking through the picture album in Schiller's bedroom, but she suddenly heard a slight thunder coming from beside her. Luo Ji seemed to be used to it. She sighed helplessly and closed the book in her hand.
Album looked towards the balcony, and sure enough, Thor was standing there.
"Why are you still here?" Thor stuck his head in from the balcony window and said, "Frigga is looking for you everywhere. You are the protagonist of her ancient blind date plan."
Speaking of this, Luo Ji became even more helpless, while Thor waved his hand outside and said: "What do you mean, mother is always right, you should know that running is useless, right?"
After he finished speaking, he remembered to see where it was. Thor took two steps back and glanced outside the building. After seeing the familiar door, he said with some surprise: "Isn't this Dr. Schiller's clinic?"
?Where are the others? What are you doing here?"
"I'll come in and take a look."
Thor was the only one who reacted faster than anyone else in this aspect. The alarm bells rang in his mind instantly, and he even completely ignored the image of the God King and jumped out of the balcony window as quickly as possible.
Thor first took a look at the neatly stacked bedding. He breathed a sigh of relief. Then he took a look at the relatively tidy surroundings. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, Thor's eyes fell on Luo Ji's face.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came over for a visit, with permission."
Thor took two steps forward, and his burly body squeezed Luo Ji so that there was almost no place to stand. His eyes crossed Luo Ji's shoulder and stayed on the picture album on the table.
Thor glanced at Luo Ji, turned sideways and reached for the picture album. There was a "pop" sound, and the other hand pressed on the end of the picture album. Luo Ji turned her head and looked through the gap in her hair.
Thor said: "This is Dr. Schiller's personal belongings and cannot be tampered with."
"Then why did you move?"
"I gave it permission."
Thor's eyes became more and more suspicious. He stared into Luo Ji's eyes and said, "Let go and let me see."