After saying this, Fang Yi looked at Lu Qikun with a smile, waiting for his rebuttal.
However, Lu Qikun nodded in agreement and said, "That's right! If all you see are popular facial makeup, what's the point of painting! The brain's thinking condenses space and time on the canvas.
Express visible or invisible things, and then let these things start a dialogue on the screen, and everything in our lives exists in this dialogue."
After hearing this, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, nodded and said: "That makes sense! When I painted this painting, I just wanted to express my inner feelings at that moment, listening to their teasing laughter, and...
There are people who are unscrupulous and full of swear words. I don't feel much disgust, but I feel that there is a kind of liveliness in them. In this painting, I painted them, or you can say it is not them. In the end, what I painted came from
My heart!".
"The painting is wonderful!" Lu Qikun nodded and said, "Take me to see your finished work."
After hearing this, Fang Yi took Lu Qikun to the underground painting room. After looking at it for nearly half an hour, the two came to the living room and sat down to chat.
Feeling like a close friend, Lu Qikun's treatment was very good. Fang Yi took out two bottles of water from the refrigerator in the kitchen and handed one to the guest.
Lu Qikun opened the lid, took a sip and said to Fang Yi: "Originally, I didn't have high hopes for coming here this time. As you can imagine, too many people are not worthy of their names, and there are also too many so-called painters who are just talking about it.
My kung fu is much better than their painting. But luckily you didn’t disappoint me!”.
"We are each other!" Now it was Fang Yi's turn to say this: "Listening to your past stories, I thought you were like a person I know well. You are invincible when you blow, but you are powerless when you touch it! So I never
Why do I like you coming!".
Lu Qikun smiled and said: "I felt it at the door just now!".
As soon as these words came out, Lu Qikun and Fang Yi both laughed.
"I see how you use all realistic techniques, and almost all of them are classical techniques! There is no problem with your techniques at all, even among all the painters I have seen so far. In terms of classical techniques, you are also ahead.
A few words ago. With such skill, your transformation must be wonderful. Why not try to abandon this complicated and meaningless form and image, and try to express it with a modern technique that is freer and closer to self-awareness?
"Lu Qikun asked Fang Yi.
Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "The technique is just the technique. I like people to see more intuitive things, or I prefer that ordinary people can understand my paintings. They can at least understand what I draw! And
It’s not just a guess, at least the characters are characters! I hope my works will be simple, direct and meaningful!”
After hearing this, Lu Qikun put down the bottle in his hand, leaned on the back of the bench and looked at Fang Yi, crossing his legs. He placed a hand on his chin and gently touched his mustache: "I will die for classicism."
What do you think of this argument?".
Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "It's just a way of saying it! Starting from Ivank, then the three great masters of the Renaissance, then the giants Titian and Dürer, and then Rembrandt, Angel and others
, there is a master on almost every path you can think of.
Let me tell you, I have walked this road! Not to mention the classical techniques, how many of the realisms in the world can escape the box they drew? Just like the techniques of Titian and others. Now
It’s still influencing oil painters. Unless you don’t use canvas anymore!”.
"Haha!" Lu Qikun smiled after hearing this. As an oil painter, there was no need for Fang Yi to explain that Titian was the first painter in history to use canvas to paint, and he was also the first to be able to paint that hazy
Something like smoke and mirrors as an artist.
"I think the final breakthrough of classicism may be in technology. However, people's aesthetics are always changing, just like popular fashions, which cycle every few years. From the perspective of painting, Tempera has dominated the world since the early days.
, it was completely replaced by oil paintings in the 16th century and forgotten. Then it slowly revived in the 19th century. Who can say that it is accurate to ancient times?
Will classical painting be revived again?" Fang Yi said: "Looking at the various types of art now, it is these emerging intuitive visual arts that have ended the era of great painting. But the era of great painting has ended.
It does not mean that painting has been eliminated. Now it is not only a problem of classicism, but also modern painting is facing the problem of where to go?"
After saying this, Fang Yi looked at Lu Qikun. There are so many various schools of thought in modern painting. For example, there are more schools produced in the past two hundred years than in the previous thousand years. In other words, not only classicism is facing everywhere
The problem of the masters of the time, modern painting also faces such a problem. Which artist does not want to
Founding a sect and establishing a sect? Only the person or group of people who established a sect and established a sect can be famous in the painting world and remain in the annals of history forever. As for those who follow the trend, don’t look at your paintings now being sold for tens of millions or hundreds of millions. Wait for your great-great-grandson to be able to do it more than a hundred years later.
It’s good to remember who you are. As for your paintings? It would only cost a few meals for people at that time!
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Lu Qikun frowned and fell into deep thought.
"I have also thought about this issue, whether it is Constructivism or Surrealism. All domestic oil painters are looking abroad, including myself of course! My friend Lang Yanguang and I have also discussed this issue. We
Where is the way out? And his idea is to find a way out among traditional Chinese murals or sculptures.
But I don’t agree with his ideas, but I agree with him! I hope I can find a way out from folk art, a more direct and simple expression technique!" said Lu Qikun
When he got here, he told Fang Yi what he thought and then mentioned his plan.
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this: "I think you can give it a try." Fang Yi understood Lu Qikun's idea and wanted to learn from more direct Chinese traditional folk art, such as New Year paintings, and blend it into his own style.
It can be regarded as a path. As for whether it can be successful, it depends on Lu Qikun's own skills and the market's aesthetics. Even if it is really integrated, there will be two results, one is now a blockbuster, and the other is
After it was lifted, it became a blockbuster.
The two sat in the living room and talked for more than two hours. Still feeling unsatisfied, they moved directly to Fang Yi's studio. The two began to hold paintbrushes on the easels and want to discuss each other's techniques.
Lu Qikun's learning is quite complex. Because his technique has no fixed teacher, his brushstrokes are more casual, and in terms of the texture of the picture, he will use any method to create his own picture effect. Because there is no restriction, it can be more
It's so bold, like painting a coconut on canvas. There is no hair on the coconut shell, so the person can just pull out the real coconut shell hair and stick it directly on the canvas.
Fang Yi learned flexibility from Lu Qikun, and then some tips on texture processing. Lu Qikun learned from Fang Yi the strict techniques and steps of ancient music, as well as some of Fang Yi's ideas about light and color.
understand.
The two of them can be described in one sentence as having met each other so late. In the past few hours, the two of them were like a pair of old friends. Standing in front of the easel, they kept exchanging experiences and insights. When one person was demonstrating, the other person was like a pair of old friends.
One person reads it quietly, and then imitates the pattern of smearing on the canvas.
Gugu! Two noises came from Lu Qikun's stomach. Then Lu Qikun said jokingly to Fang Yi: "You loser's stomach is ringing! I ate a few pieces of bread when I came here all morning. I can't resist it."
Stay!".
Fang Yi looked at his mobile phone and said quickly: "It's not mine. It's already nine o'clock! I have instant noodles here. There are also quick-frozen dumplings! These two things are faster. If we want to cook, let's wait.
!The main thing is the time to steam the rice and just heat the dishes!”.
"Hurry up, I think it's just instant noodles!" Lu Qikun opened his mouth and said.
Fang Yi thought for a moment: "Then let's do it!" After saying that, the two of them walked towards the kitchen together.
In the kitchen, Fang Yi cooked noodles, and then heated up two small meat dishes prepared by his mother. Within five minutes, the two of them sat directly on the kitchen counter to eat.
The two grown men ate very quickly. It took a few minutes for the two of them to become fat and round. Lu Qikun looked at the pot and asked Fang Yi, "There is too much left."
"Don't worry, don't waste it. I have two dogs at home!" After saying that, he walked towards the yard with the basin.
Not only Fang Yi, but also Flat Tou and Round Tou seemed to be going crazy with hunger. When they saw Fang Yi carrying a big basin towards the kennel, they immediately started barking. As soon as they put down the basin, they immediately lost interest in themselves.
The owner buried his head in the basin and ate big bites.
"That's it for today, let's continue chatting tomorrow?" Lu Qikun asked Fang Yi.
Fang Yi quickly said: "Just live here, there are quite a lot of rooms at home!".
"Thank you for your kindness!" Lu Qikun said: "But I have a bit of a strange problem. I can't sleep at other people's homes all night long and will suffer from insomnia. On the other hand, I can fall asleep after staying in a hotel for a while! I'll just find a hotel to stay at.
Come down and come back tomorrow morning."
Fang Yi said directly without saying much: "There are only small guesthouses nearby, and the conditions there are too poor. Those with better conditions can only go to the city."
"Okay! I'll go to the city. Let's meet tomorrow morning." Lu Qikun waved to Fang Yi and walked to the door. Fang Yi sent Lu Qikun to the door and watched the taillights of the small jeep disappear on the road.
At the corner, he turned and locked the door and returned to the studio. While thinking about what Lu Qikun demonstrated just now, he used a paintbrush to rub on the paper.
The two talked for several more hours the next day, and after finishing their meal at around two o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Qikun said to Fang Yi: "I'll go back to Mingzhu later! We've had so much fun talking these two days!"
It's a pity that Lang Yanguang is not here. If he hadn't gone out and wandered around, I would have called him today to ask him to come over!".
"Then you come here often!" Fang Yi remembered and said to Lu Qikun: "I hold small exchange meetings here from time to time, which can be regarded as a small salon. They are all my friends. Come and chat if you are free.
chat?".
"Yeah! Let me know when the time comes and I'll come over as soon as I'm free." Lu Qikun nodded to Fang Yi and said with a smile.
The two of them didn't say anything, and the other didn't say anything polite to persuade them to stay. They were very neat and tidy. The one who said goodbye drove away in a flash, and the one who saw off the guests closed the door and went straight to the studio. (Not finished yet.