"I'm a senior high school student studying art. I came here to sharpen my eyesight. My painting progress has been a bit slow during this period." Fang Yi smiled and moved his body to someone else's easel. When he got in front of the boy, he pulled out of his pocket.
He took out a cigarette case and said, "Brother! Do you want to smoke?"
The boy was stunned by Fang Yi, but he quickly recovered. He smoked a cigarette from Fang Yi's cigarette case and said, "It's a good cigarette!".
"I got it from my dad." Fang Yi also smoked one himself and helped this person light it up before turning his attention to this person's painting. One look at Fang Yi and he knew that the one who gained the most tonight was
It was this person who was painting a still life. Not far away, there was a jar with a large bouquet of flowers of various colors that Fang Yi couldn't name. Next to the jar was a blue silk quilt with a light base.
The red cloth is still plush. The paint used is not gouache or oil paint, but acrylic plus some thinner.
"Your painting is really good," Fang Yi said as he looked at the painting. This painting is indeed good. Whether it is the expression of color or the processing of details, it is the best I have seen tonight. There is no other. Unparalleled.
What's interesting is that this person has only just painted one to a half of it, which means there is still more to look at.
The boy didn't answer Fang Yi and actually asked Fang Yi: "How are your cultural scores? It's also important to prepare for the art and cultural exams."
"It's okay! I think there should be no problem," Fang Yi opened his mouth and said.
"Which middle school are you from?"
Fang Yi registered his school, but still looked at other people's paintings.
"Then you can take a look at it. If you have any ideas about my painting, you can tell me." The boy smiled at Fang Yi, turned around and started painting.
Fang Yi felt that he was a little tired after standing for a while, so he dragged a bench and sat on it more than one meter behind others, and continued to quietly watch the boy draw. Carefully pondering the colors and brushstrokes of others, too
I was so invested that I didn’t even care if the color in my mind passed the advanced level. Once I passed the advanced level, Fang Yi’s ability to examine colors improved qualitatively, and I had a new understanding of this picture.
Now Fang Yi feels like he used to watch Wang Qiluo paint. The feeling of gain comes out again. Not only does he start to think about why others paint like this, he also wonders how to control the colors if he paints it himself, or two
How to deal with the connection between the color blocks. In this way, Fang Yi sometimes nods lightly or shakes his head slightly. Of course, most of the time, Fang Yi is still doing the boring work.
Just like this, one boy was immersed in painting his own painting, and the older boy behind him was watching and learning attentively. Neither of them made a sound, they just sat quietly one behind the other.
The painting boy had been painting for more than half an hour. When he turned around, he saw Fang Yi sitting not far behind him. Just as he was surprised that Fang Yi could look at it for so long, he heard Fang Yi say something: "Brother! Smoking."
What?".
This sentence immediately made the boy laugh. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and flicked two cigarettes out: "You'd better smoke mine, I can't smoke yours all the time."
The two of them lit up cigarettes, and the boy said to Fang Yi: "You are really patient. You can see things quickly when you sit behind me." At this point, he looked up at the clock on the wall: "It's almost an hour."
"The painting is so good. If I look at it more, I can understand it better." Fang Yi said honestly. After looking at this painting for a while, I gained more than just looking at it. Of course, I must seize the time.
I saw it. But it’s a pity that I know when this person can draw sketches or sketches. My sketching is still at the intermediate level of ninety-five. As for those in the first grade who have been sketching for just a few months after entering school, their kung fu
There really is no one who can keep up with Wang Qiluo.
The boy took a puff of his cigarette and said, "After watching it for so long, do you have any comments you can make? Let's hear it."
Fang Yi listened and shook his head: "There's nothing to mention." It's not that Fang Yi can't mention it, but if the artist loses his temper and thinks he's talking nonsense, where can he find another artist who can paint like this?
OK.
The boy smiled and said, "Sometimes it is clear to the beholder. The fact that you were able to look at me for so long shows that you have a good foundation. Just say whatever comes to mind and say that I am not a stingy person."
When Fang Yi heard what this person said, he could only point to the place where the jar and the flower were connected and said: "If the complementary colors here are stronger, then the color of this yellow flower will be more brilliant. If I paint, I will add a little blue and
The color is darker, and the entire shadow is bluish."
After hearing Fang Yi's words, the boy couldn't help but look at his picture, thought for a moment and nodded: "It's time to add some blue!" This problem can be found if the boy looks at it, but now Fang Yi can see it. He can't help but
I have a high opinion of this boy who is in his senior year of high school.
At this point, the boy began to draw further, while Fang Yi naturally continued to gain experience.
More than half an hour passed like this. The boy readjusted the screen. At this time, Fang Yi felt more harmonious. At this time, Fang Yi saw that the clock on the wall had already pointed to half past nine, and then he got up from the stool.
stood up.
"Brother! When are you going to draw again? I want to come and see it, okay?" Fang Yi looked at the boy and asked. This is an experience tree, so he can't let it go: "My name is Fang Yi!".
The boy said: "My name is Zhou Tong! I'm here every night if there are no classes. If you want to come and see, you can come on any Wednesday except Mondays. I don't necessarily come here to paint on my days off!".
"Yes! Thank you!" After saying that, Fang Yi turned around and walked out of the studio and walked towards the school gate. As he walked, he thought: There is really someone out there, who can draw to such an extent at the age of twenty-two or three.
To be honest, Wang Qiluo, who I always thought was a prodigy, could draw too much. Even if Wang Qiluo were to be around his age, he would probably not be able to reach his level.
Zhou Tong would faint if he heard what Fang Yi said in his heart: I am not a student, I am a lecturer of stone art. I just have a baby face. In fact, I am already in my early thirties.
My child is so good at it. I have been painting for almost twenty years, and I have studied with a master-level teacher for almost ten years. I can’t draw as well as your child who is one and a half years old. Why do you still have the nerve to stay at your alma mater as a lecturer?
Of course Zhou Tong couldn't hear it. Now Zhou Tong just thought that this boy named Fang Yi was a little interesting. Moreover, his painting skills were very good, and he didn't think of anything else.
It wasn't until he got on the bus that Fang Yi figured it out. His rapid progress in the past was probably because of Wang Qiluo's presence. This person was like his experience tree, allowing him to get the nutrients for progress from him all the time.
Now that I am the same as Wang Qiluo, of course I can learn less from his paintings.
Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but look at the stone art gate that was far away, and couldn't help but said in his heart: "This is the treasure land for me to gain experience in the future. There is a lot of experience for me to gain, and I don't want anything else."
If you can reach Zhou Tong's level, CAFA will be a sure bet!"
Thinking of this, an idea suddenly popped into my mind: If all the professors of stone art, big and small, were to brush up, what kind of state could they achieve? Leonardo da Vinci? Forget it, if I could reach the height of Titian, I would be satisfied.
Yeah, Fang Yi thought with shamelessness. He never thought that as an oil painter, even if you paint all over the country, you may not be able to reach the height of Master Titian, or even the height of David Tenier.
After returning home, Fang Yi went over what happened today and went directly to bed.
The weather was quite good the next day. The warm sun poked its head out from the horizon early in the morning. At eight or nine o'clock, it happened to send this warmth into the room through the window of the art classroom. It was warm.
The beams of light cast square spots on the cement floor, illuminating the entire art room very brightly.
Fang Yi naturally went to the art room early in the morning to paint his own colors. The rhythm of the entire painting was as brisk and gentle as the winter sunshine. High-level paintings flowed out naturally and easily from Fang Yi's hands. Now Fang Yi
Just like Wang Qiluo before, he showed his outstanding taste among all the students. Fang Yi spent the whole day understanding and digesting what he got last night, and constantly combining new color perceptions.
Apply it to your own paintings. One painting after another, each painting only takes two or three hours. It does not require the accuracy of the form or the delicacy of the brushstrokes. It is the color that you want. The kind of carefree control of color.
It feels like the picture is as warm as the warmth and excitement of summer.
Every time he looks at his paintings, Fang Yi feels that the whole picture is more full and warm, and the use of complementary colors is more skillful. The colors in these pictures not only provide visual contrast but also deepen the sense of space in the picture.
"Monster! Incomparable!" Wang Qiluo came to the art classroom the whole afternoon and didn't paint a single picture. He just stood behind Fang Yi and watched Fang Yi freely wave the brush in his hand on the easel, and he didn't hesitate to start writing.
As my painting teacher said, the eyes, brain and hands work together perfectly!
"Give me this painting," Wang Qiluo said.
Fang Yi looked at his painting and said to Wang Qiluo: "This one is not good. The painting is more casual. Today I will frame a piece of paper and draw a special one for you tomorrow. These are not finished at all. I really can't use them.
give you!"
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Wang Qiluo understood that Fang Yi wanted to draw a painting carefully for himself, and the subtext was that the painting given to a friend should not be careless.
Wang Qiluo smiled and said: "Thank you, but if you want to draw it tomorrow, you should paint a portrait for me. The painting should be smaller and fit into the small frame." During this period, Wang Qiluo knew that if Fang Yi was allowed to express himself freely,
You must get yourself a painting that is at least two-fold. How can you hang it at home? If you hang it in the living room, it will take up a whole wall. I am not jealous of Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo. Their painting styles are very different, that is to say
There is a big difference between Fang Yi's paintings and the examination requirements of the Academy of Fine Arts. It is difficult to say that the test scores are higher than his own in the examination room. Of course, these ideas are based on Wang Qiluo's own experience.
"No problem," Fang Yi said, "I'll draw a portrait for you tomorrow." Yesterday, he figured out what Wang Qiluo meant to his rapid progress in the early stage. What's the big deal about letting him draw a portrait? Fang Yi directly agreed.
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After mounting the paper, Fang Yi went directly home to rest. He had been in excitement all day long and always wanted to give his body and nerves a rest. Now Fang Yi is like a child who has just learned to ride a bicycle.
It's not a good thing to be so high-spirited all the time when you're in an excited mood. It's better to calm down.
The next morning, Fang Yi began to draw a small sketch using Wang Qiluo as his model. After the liberation of Wang Qiluo, he began to draw color sketches. After drawing five or six sketches, he selected the most satisfactory one, which he placed on the easel.
Start drawing by pressing this small draft.
The painting, which was only slightly larger than A4, took three or four hours to complete. There was really no room for signatures on such a small painting. Fang Yi had to wait for the painting to dry, take it off the drawing board and sign on the back of the painting.
Above the name: Qiluo Huicun, Fang Yi add the date.
Not only this painting, but also the sketches and several color drawings were taken back by Wang Qiluo and carefully preserved. Now Wang Qiluo only uses them as a symbol of the friendship between the two people and has not considered whether these paintings will be valuable in the future.
The problem, not to mention Wang Qiluo, everyone present including the teacher had never thought about how much the painting was worth.