Fang Yi followed Zhang Xu and looked at about 20 or 30 paintings, but he didn't have much interest at all. That's what Fang Yi felt! None of the works he saw was at the same level as Zhou Tong's. In terms of style, it was even worse.
There are so many different styles, Fang Yi is scratching his head as to what style they are.
In one of the paintings, Fang Yi looked at the human body painting as if a child had written an 8 crookedly with two matchsticks underneath, and then made a dot in red in the upper circle, and there was another circle between the lower circle and the two matchsticks.
I clicked on a pink dot. The name of such a simple thing is very appropriate, as simple as the painting: human body!
There is also a painting of a human face. The facial features in the black and white painting are disturbing! Fang Yi glanced at it and found out that it was rubbed directly on the canvas with a fan-shaped pen and then wiped out. This thing is a little bit
There is no technical content, but in terms of basic skills? Fang Yi thinks it’s better not to mention it!
Feeling bored, Fang Yi said softly to the three of them: "Look slowly, the teacher should be here and I'll say hello!" Seeing Zhang Xu and the others nodding to him, Fang Yi raised his feet and walked towards Zhou Tong who had just found him.
I walked to the place, ready to chat with Zhou Tong and ask what was worth seeing, so as not to be disappointed myself.
After searching for a while, he saw Zhou Tong and a man standing in the small courtyard, smoking and chatting. Fang Yi walked over directly. Before he got there, he heard the person standing next to Zhou Tong say loudly: "Little brother Zhou
! This is your first time to participate in such an exhibition. You will get used to it after participating frequently. I was also worried about my level when I first participated. The style of your works this time is not so outstanding and not enough." After saying this, he gestured with his hands.
An erupting action: "Not enough to release the passion in your heart!".
Fang Yi stood at the door and looked at the man next to Zhou Tong. He had long shawl hair and a stubble around his mouth. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and red and white plaid slightly tight pants.
, with a pair of canvas on his feet
Shoes. Combined with the old-fashioned look on his face, he is really decadent and evil, evil and vulgar. Especially with the black, old-fashioned round sunglasses on his face, Fang Yi doesn't know what to look at.
Like a blind man!
This man danced and finished speaking about his passion, patted Zhou Tong on the shoulder and said: "The road of art is difficult, we must keep pursuing it!" After saying that, he raised his feet and left.
Fang Yi looked at Zhou Tong and walked over: "Who is this person! Why does he look like a twenty-five-year-old? When I heard what he said, all the hairs on my body stood up in disgust!".
Zhou Tong took out the pop-up cigarette case from his pocket and gave it to Fang Yi. He put the cigarette case back into his pocket and said, "I just smoked a cigarette while standing and this thing came up. Paintings and shit."
He also likes to act artistic! Ran Xin’s son, his mother
He is like a treasure! When it comes to this thing, the old woman is unreasonable! Don't even mention it, you just rely on such a bear to deceive ignorant girls, and you have slept with more than three digits of stupid women! Just now you were with me
Speaking of this young woman, she is a complete scumbag.”
After hearing this, Fang Yi said, "Then you are also interested in chatting with him?". Hearing the name Ran Xin, Fang Yi felt as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
"What does it have to do with me how many idiots he has slept with! I just nodded my head and couldn't even establish friendship with him. Besides, why should I offend this guy when I have nothing to do!" Zhou Tong took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile.
"Let me ask you, are there any interesting paintings? After looking at a dozen or so paintings, I saw four words: I don't know what they mean!" Fang Yi said.
Zhou Tong thought for a while and said: "Let's go to the second floor! There are some good paintings on the left hand side, which are very interesting!".
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this, and then heard Zhou Tong ask him: "Who is that tall girl? She is really pretty, and she has a really good figure!".
"Hey! Just now you said someone else is a scumbag! Be careful, I'll tell my sister-in-law." Fang Yi finished with a smile, and then briefly told Zhou Tong about his encounter with Zheng Yuan.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Zhou Tong glanced at Fang Yi's face and nodded. Seeing that Fang Yi didn't seem to be hiding anything, he swallowed the words on his lips.
After smoking a cigarette, Fang Yi and Zhou Tong left the exhibition hall together. Following Zhou Tong to say hello to Liu Hongshuo and Liu Yuchan, Fang Yi went directly to the second floor.
According to what Zhou Tong said, Fang Yi actually saw two people who painted well. One of them painted paintings with rural themes, and they were all harvest scenes, with tall wheat piled on a walking tractor.
A middle-aged man was driving a tractor on the bed of wheat, and there were two little laughing children, a man and a woman, sitting on the bed of wheat. The entire courtyard wall was not as high as the tractor, but the happy mood, colors and brushstrokes directly reflected the joyful mood.
The skill in this man's hands.
The next few paintings painted by another person were urban scenes, mainly in gray tones. The figures were very hazy and the deformation was very large. But when Fang Yi looked at this painting, he painted it very well. It was better than the previous ones.
It's more than one level higher than Zhou Tong's Kung Fu. To put it bluntly, as long as you draw more or see more, you can achieve a certain level of transformation with or without Kung Fu.
You can feel it at a glance.
Fang Yi stood with his arms folded in front of a painting depicting a crowd of people passing a red light at a city intersection in the rain, admiring it carefully. At this time, a man in his early thirties and less than forty, who seemed to be slightly older than Zhou Tong, walked
Came over.
This person walked next to Fang Yi and stood for a while. When Fang Yi turned around, the two of them smiled at each other.
"Friend! Do you like this painting?" the man asked Fang Yi softly.
Fang Yi nodded and said: "It feels very good!".
"Then you give your opinion and I'll listen." The man smiled after hearing what Fang Yi said.
Fang Yi looked at this and said: "You have to see this thing yourself to understand it." He said this, but Fang Yi didn't want to comment on other people's paintings. Fang Yi still remembers the lessons Song Pu taught him in the high school studio.
.And the ones here today are either the authors of the works or some famous painters from Shicheng. I don’t have any need to comment on the works of these people I don’t know. Just watch them! Why are you talking so much when you have nothing to do!
After hearing Fang Yi's words, the man smiled and said: "This is my work. It's okay if you criticize it as you please, even if it's a bit harsh. Anyway, I just listen to the criticism from the critics in those magazines!" Looking at Fang Yi, he smiled.
He shook his head and said: "My name is Yan Daqi, thank you for liking my paintings!".
"My name is Fang Yi!" Fang Yi watched others stretch out their hands and shook their hands.
"Fang Yi?" Upon hearing this, Yan Daqi frowned, thought for a moment and said with a smile, "You are a student of Teacher Liu Hongshuo, right?".
"Yes!" Fang Yi looked at Yan Daqi and asked, "Do you know me?".
Yan Daqi smiled and said: "I am a student of Teacher Xu Shize!".
"Oh!" Fang Yi understood as soon as he heard this that this was the teacher's old enemy, a disciple of Mr. Xu Shize, the master of oil painting in Beijing. Looking at the friendly smile on his face, Fang Yi asked in confusion: "I
You know our teachers don't get along, right?" As he spoke, Fang Yi stretched out the index finger of his right hand and moved it twice between himself and Yan Daqi.
After hearing this, Yan Daqi smiled and said to Fang Yi: "You don't know?" Looking at Fang Yi, who was a little confused, he explained directly: "Teacher Liu and my teacher had a very good relationship with each other, but once we did something together
Because of the organizer's ranking of the art exhibition, my teacher's name was at the front, and Teacher Liu complained why he was at the bottom... I was also planning to visit Teacher Liu at his home in the evening."
After listening to what Yan Daqi said, Fang Yi realized that the two of them were old friends and college classmates. There was a small conflict over the seating arrangement and they didn't like each other. However, it wasn't like they turned against each other. To put it bluntly, they were like
It's because the two kids were at odds, and they both took advantage of each other's displeasure! Old kid, old kid.
Every time a disciple came to Shicheng, Xu Shize would ask the disciple to visit Liu Hongshuo, and also ask the disciple to see if the old man in Shicheng was dead! When Liu Hongshuo met Xu Shize's disciple, he would first ask
: Could it be that an old guy from the capital is traveling westward?
Fang Yi was a little speechless after hearing this.
"Brother Fang, what are you drawing with Teacher Liu now?" Yan Daqi asked Fang Yi.
"The teacher asked me to copy while creating." With this relationship, Fang Yi also felt that the two of them seemed to be a little closer.
The two chatted for a while, and Yan Daqi said: "Teacher Liu is here!".
Fang Yi followed Yan Daqi's gaze and saw his teacher and Liu Yuchan walking side by side.
"Teacher! Teacher Liu!" Fang Yi said.
"Teacher Liu, Mr. Yu Chan!" Yan Daqi said.
"Daqi! Has the old man traveled to the west?" Liu Jushuo asked Yan Daqi directly.
Yan Daqi seemed to be used to it. There was no disgust on his face. He smiled and said directly: "Teacher's health is not bad. When I came, I specifically asked me to come and see you."
"Don't say nice things, this old guy may not know how to arrange me! Let's have dinner at home tonight." Liu Hongshuo pointed at Yan Daqi and said to Fang Yi, "This is my student Fang Yi. It seems that you have already met him."
No need for me to introduce you again!".
Yan Daqi said: "Brother Fang and I just met!".
"Then you guys chat, let's go for a walk." Liu Hongshuo took two steps and turned to Yan Daqi and said: "If there is a chance, I will ask Fang Yi to visit your teacher! Fang Yi, as long as he goes to the capital, he will be there.
Let's take a look at Master Xu's place!" He looked at Fang Yi and nodded before leaving.
When the two of them were about ten meters away, Yan Daqi whispered to Fang Yi: "Don't call my teacher Uncle Xu when you see him, just call him Teacher Xu!".
Looking at Yan Daqi's face, Fang Yi thought for a moment and asked: "Not only ranking, but also competing at this age?".
Yan Daqi smiled and said: "My teacher is one year older but entered the school later, while Teacher Liu was younger and entered the school earlier. One of them entered the school according to their age and the other entered the school. After the quarrel, both of them wanted to be senior brothers! When you meet my teacher, you call me Teacher Xu.
That’s it, there’s no thorn in either side!”.
Fang Yi didn't know what to say after hearing this, so he nodded and agreed.