Fang Yi didn't expect that his sketches would be rated so highly by Zhou Tong. Fang Yi was happy that on the one hand, his sketches had reached an advanced level, and on the other hand, Zhou Tong, whom he regarded as an experience tree, had no intention of driving him away.
You can continue to gain experience from him.
Do you have any bad feelings? Of course, Fang Yi feels that his current sketches are a little far away from the academic style of domestic art academies. Although Zhou Tong said that there are no problems in all art academies, there are still people who have commented on it before.
Well, what if the teacher who graded the exam was ignorant? However, this question dissipated in Fang Yi's mind not long after.
During the senior year of high school, smart students will have a rough plan for their future life, such as which school to attend and which majors in this school are among the best in the country. Analyze the best combination based on their approximate grades, like
Like Mu Jin, she decided early on to attend two universities in Mingzhu.
Fang Yi doesn't have such a long-term plan for his life. Now Fang Yi's goal is mainly to get into Central America. As for what he will do after getting into Central America? Not only has he not thought about it, he has not even thought about it.
.But there are also advantages to such people: that is, they don’t look for trouble. To put it more clearly, they spend their whole lives riding a donkey reading songbooks—we’ll see!
Wang Qiluo was also very clear about his requirements, so when Fang Yi left the classroom to gain experience in stone art, Wang Qiluo proposed to Teacher Sun that he didn't have much time and could only draw one big one and two small ones, that is, add two more.
The last two paintings were in three formats. Teacher Sun thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Wang Qiluo. After all, there is only a little more than a month before the art exam, and Wang Qiluo will leave in a month at the earliest.
Wang Qiluo is not Fang Yi, and he only plans to apply to two or three schools. Instead, he plans to take exams in as many art academies as time permits, and they are professional art academies, unlike Fang Yi who also plans to apply to comprehensive art academies.
Put it in. In this way, Wang Qiluo's exam will end earlier than Fang Yi's.
Not to mention Wang Qiluo, the whole of Shicheng may not be able to find a senior high school student like Fang Yi. He can be described as: picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan. Fang Guohua and his wife thought about where their son wanted to go to school.
The teacher thought it was too wasteful to go to the Academy of Fine Arts with such good grades, and there was no need to worry about culture, so he just let it go. The person who took Fang Yi's place was Zhang Xu, a good friend. Fang Yi now only thinks about how to go to Stone Art to better study with Zhou Tong.
This great tree of experience, how could anyone ask for this kind of life? Of course I have a lot of time on my hands.
Therefore, Fang Yi painted very carefully. Since the painting he has now is to serve as a model for future art students, Fang Yi painted the shapes as accurately as possible, with very small strokes, and tried to cover as little ground as possible.
The connection between colors and color blocks is also handled very carefully, and I try to express what I am thinking about when painting. In this way, there are many places to pay attention to when painting, and the time naturally slows down a bit.
For two days, Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo painted colors very hard. It took Fang Yi two days and two nights to complete this large color painting. Wang Qiluo only took two afternoons to complete it.
The color blocks are inevitably very large, and the painting is very good, but not as attentive as Fang Yi.
After finishing this painting, Fang Yi picked up a piece of paper of the same size that had been framed long ago. This time he still painted this group of still lifes, but Fang Yi planned to use cold colors to express it. The same position and the same angle.
This time he changed his style. This time, Fang Yi put his brush directly on the painting and used pointillism to complete the painting.
The painting that was placed on the table against the wall waiting to be dried was already occupied by several students, gesticulating in front of the painting. Now Fang Yi's level is a bit higher than Wang Qiluo's, and the painting is more detailed and in-depth.
There are many places for these students to learn.
As soon as Fang Yi put down his pen, a junior student came over and asked: "Fang Yi, is the color here a little too dark? It looks a little jumpy now."
Fang Yi glanced at the direction of the person's finger and said: "I painted it darker here on purpose. It will look harmonious after the painting dries." The color of gouache is different when it is wet and when it is dry.
, and the changes are not small. In the past, Fang Yi was not able to control this dry and wet color change, but now that he has reached an advanced level, this problem is no longer a problem for him. It seems that Fang Yi knows his own every stroke.
What color will it be when the color dries completely?
"How do you know the result after drying?".
"There is nothing difficult about painting more, reading more, and experiencing more!" Fang Yi thought for a moment and had to pretend to be profound. What he said was true, but at the same time it was empty talk. Fang Yi couldn't do it, and he didn't even know why.
How can I explain to him the colors before and after drying when I can see them all at once? I had no choice but to dismiss this person with this cliché that is actually plastic chicken bones.
"Then why do you use such a dark green for the connection between the color blocks here?".
"I want the background to go back, and the flowers and plaster also have an impact on the white cloth," Fang Yi replied. Fang Yi kept answering questions like this for about ten minutes, explaining it carefully to his fellow students.
Think about how you think when you use a pen.
After talking for about ten minutes, Fang Yi's mouth was almost dry. Not only these classmates, but also Wang Qiluo stood nearby and listened.
As soon as Fang Yi finished speaking, Wang Qiluo said: "Awesome! You can explain why you draw like this! If you ask me, I don't have this ability!".
"Say whatever you want, what's so difficult about this?" Fang Yi didn't think it was difficult to talk about his own ideas. From Fang Yi's perspective, how do you organize the picture, and what kind of colors should you paint in your mind?
The picture effect, just say no.
After hearing this, Wang Qiluo could only admire Fang Yi's ability to talk, and he seemed to be able to get to the point.
This situation is just like Zhou Tong said, Fang Yi knows why I paint like this, and painting like this is related to how I want to express the object. Wang Qiluo knows that painting like this is praised, but why do I paint like this?
I don’t know! Maybe my teacher taught me to draw like this, so it’s good to draw like this. As for why, it’s not within the scope of his consideration.
For the second painting, Fang Yi was explaining it to the group of juniors while painting, and he would chatter for a long time almost every day. Fang Yi didn’t feel bored, and every time he was free and someone asked him questions, he would be very interested.
Carefully give your own ideas. For a while, copying Fang Yi's paintings in the art classroom while listening to Fang Yi's explanations became the choice of most students.
After painting for a day, I was done talking about it. As soon as Fang Yi got home, he threw himself on the bed, kicked his shoes and climbed directly to the bed.
"Why are you so tired?" Yu Qin saw her son looking like he didn't want to move and said quickly: "Why don't you rest at home for a few days? Wait until your body recovers before going to school!" Yu Qin came back from Fang Yi in the past two days.
Qin discovered that her son seemed to be very tired. He had said a few words to her before, but he had stopped talking to her in the past two days. Thinking of her son's 'illness', Qin couldn't help but worry.
"No need, I just talked a lot in the past two days, and I don't really want to talk when I get home." Fang Yi leaned against the bed and looked at his mother and said.
Yu Qin nodded and said, "Then I'll get you some Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup to drink." Without waiting for Fang Yi's answer, she turned around, opened the door and walked out of Fang Yi's room.
When Fang Yi heard that he was drinking something so sweet, he felt extremely unhappy. He was thinking about how to push the bowl of soup out, and he fell asleep just like that. Until his mother woke him up, he fell asleep.
I drank a bowl of soup and drank it without thinking about whether it was sweet or not. I just drank it and went to sleep.
I didn't sleep for long, and Fang Xiang woke up energetically after about five hours. I turned on the computer and connected to it amidst the sound of kittens surfing the Internet. I took a look around and went to the chat room. There were many people in it.
Art lovers, check to see if anyone has new sketches or large color pictures. If so, ask someone to send one. If not, just watch others chat.
After listening to it for a while, I felt like it was the same as before, some big guns were boasting or arguing. The current hot topic in the forum is whether Mao Zi’s sketches or Western European sketches are better.
What about Repin fighting Rembrandt, Trutovsky fighting Picasso, etc. Some people say this person is good and others say he is not good. To put it bluntly, it is the dispute between the Western European School and the Maoist School. I asked twice.
Is there anyone with a big painting hair? Who knows, these people seem to have passed the drowsy period at three or four o'clock in the morning, and they are all as energetic as if they had been given chicken blood. Did Fang Yi just type this sentence?
Within a few seconds, he was pushed out of the screen.
Fang Yi has no interest in participating in such boring things. Although Fang Yi himself doesn't like Mao Zi's oil paintings, but with this time to argue, Fang Yi is willing to look at more paintings.
I closed the cat, directly pulled up the saved sketch from the computer, and began to look at it. From time to time, I enlarged the drawing until it could no longer be enlarged. When I saw something wonderful, I couldn't help but pick up a pen and draw a few strokes on the sketchbook.
.Basically, this is what Fang Yi did from getting up in the morning to going to school.
When Yu Qin got up in the morning and saw Fang Yi leaving the room in high spirits, she felt relieved. She said to her son: "Hurry up and have breakfast. After breakfast, I will assign you this task!".
Sitting at the dining table, Fang Yi picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "Let's talk about it now. Dad and I will play a few games in the morning!".
Ding Xingxing's phone rang. Yu Qin didn't care about talking to her son and ran over to answer the phone. She picked it up and listened twice: "Sister-in-law! I was about to talk to Xiaoyi, um! I have to tell you all this.
If it weren’t for this child, how could he have such a mind...".
After hearing this, Fang Yi shook his head and continued to have breakfast. Needless to say, it was his aunt who called and he was currently discussing with me how to assign tasks to himself.