Chapter 175 The Consequences of the Giraffe's Viewing Painting
Fang Yi was chatting enthusiastically in English and Mediterranean. Everyone who walked by Fang Yi couldn't help but look at Fang Yi curiously. I guess everyone was asking in their hearts: This guy is so good at English, is he beautiful?
From the hospital? Only Fang Yi knew that he had been wasting time by talking about it for so long.
After so much saliva, I didn’t get into the fence. Although I finished talking about my understanding of Tintoretto and Titian to the old Mediterranean, it seemed that I was chatting lively with the Mediterranean, but in the end, I just got mixed up.
This card also has two promises that I don't know if they can be fulfilled.
After chatting with the Mediterranean for half an hour, Fang Yi continued to look at the painting, while the Mediterranean disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"You didn't let me look at the painting carefully, and my friend didn't tell you that one copy and two paintings had the wrong artist." Fang Yi had no choice but to think unconsciously in his heart. Anyway, that's the only way, don't say not to let me see it.
Even if Fang Yi was given a small privilege, Fang Yi wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it. He doesn't have the status or identity to say such things, which is not enough to make people laugh. If the actual situation is revealed, maybe tomorrow
Someone in the newspaper early in the morning called Fang Yi a lunatic!
If you are not allowed to look in front, just stretch your head to look! Now Fang Yi found that being tall still has an advantage at this time. As long as he bends his body and stretches his head in a standard giraffe posture, he will be closer to the glass than others. The only thing
The unpleasant part is that when you do this for a long time, your neck becomes sore and uncomfortable!
Unable to understand the misjudgment of the three paintings, Fang Yi focused on the original paintings of Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael and of course Titian. In any case, they are better than imitation paintings.
Moreover, some special picture textures, as well as the techniques of blending and connecting colors, cannot be compared with copied works.
In the massage room of the hotel, four bodies, two long and two short, were lying side by side on four massage beds. Each person only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Four young technicians were massaging four people. Of course, it was a legitimate massage.
, everyone, don’t get it wrong.
"Hiss!" Fang Yi put his face on a large ring on the head of the bed, facing the ground. As the technician's hands continued to rub his neck, he let out a pleasant sound.
Tao Yong was standing with Fang Yi two meters away from Fang Yi's left hand, but the technician was pressing the calf. When he heard Fang Yi's voice, he opened his mouth and asked: "What do you guys say tomorrow afternoon?".
Qu Gu, the one on the outermost side, said: "I want to see it again!"
Wei Jin grinned when the technician pressed him and took a breath and said, "I want to watch again too! What about you, Fang Yi?".
"I want to stay and watch! I'm addicted to it at the end of the day and I can't stop," Fang Yi said, "When I calmed down, I found that it was much better than my teacher's imitations! I looked very excited before.
, who knew that some places are so different! Some details are just messing with me!" At this point, he made another hiss in his mouth: "It's just too much trouble on the neck! My neck hurts after a whole day!".
Wei Jin said: "Are you talking nonsense! Look at the venue, who stretches his neck to you like a plesiosaur! It's weird that it doesn't hurt for several hours after stretching! Are you still going to look at the paintings of the old money fan tomorrow? Just
How many days do you want to look at three or four paintings?".
The old money lover in Wei's mouth refers to Titian. Titian's talent for painting is not to be mentioned. But he also has a human weakness, that is, he loves money. Because the king owed money, he wrote a letter to him personally to demand payment. Not only was he criticized by the Pope
He was also appreciated by the king. When he was in his thirties, he became the chief painter and was later made an earl. There are really few people in history who were as comfortable as him.
Anyway, when this master was alive, life was very easy. He lived in a big house with no luxury. Every day in the big house, it was just drinking and singing. How many times in life, the master was around
, there are poets, painters, and musicians. Anyway, there are all kinds of people. In today’s terms, Titian is a man who drives a ladder at home all day long!
Maybe this kind of life requires a large amount of money to support, or maybe Titian loves money and is obsessed with money. Anyway, this master just likes money. Some people even commented that he would do anything for money!
"How can so many masters come here? Instead of looking at all of them, it is better to focus on one or two people! This means that if you hurt ten of their fingers, it is better to cut off one of them!" Fang Yi said to Wei Jin with a grunt.
"No one has any objections? If you don't have any objections, then just stick to the original plan, and we'll go back when the exhibition is closed!" Tao Yong snorted with satisfaction after saying that, and then said to Qu Gu: "We will come here every day from now on.
Just a moment! No objection!".
Qu Ju said feebly: "No~!".
After listening to Qu Gu's words, Tao Yong turned his head and said to the technician girl who was massaging him: "Would you rather do the massage tomorrow night?".
The technician girl in the white professional uniform said: "You can't say for sure! If there were customers at that time, I might not be able to get it!".
"Did you go to the scenic spot? Why do you all look so tired!" the technician who massaged Qu Gu asked with a smile.
"We went to see an art exhibition, it's the famous Italian painting exhibition mentioned in the newspaper," Qu Gu said.
Upon hearing this, the technician opened his mouth and asked: "How can you be so tired from watching an art exhibition?"
"You haven't sat down for even a few minutes in eight hours. How can you be tired? The three of us are a little better. Someone is still stretching his neck." Tao Yong said: "Not only watching, but also thinking, and also moving in the mind. Why?
Dealing with colors, the composition of the picture, and the artistic conception expressed in the work are like tying knots with a rope. Once you get it right, you just keep tying it. Then you get tired."
Jie Taoyong's massage technician said happily: "So you are engaged in art! No wonder your temperament is different from others!".
"I used to be engaged in art, but I have changed my mind these days. The four of us are all engaged in art." Wei Jin said weakly after hearing this: "What makes you see that our temperament is different from others?".
"It's just a feeling!" Tao Yong's technician said with a smile: "And to be honest, you guys are quite well-behaved!".
Tao Yong turned his head and looked at his technician and said: "Isn't this the standard for you? Why are there still people who are not following the rules?".
"There is no one now!" The technician glanced at Tao Yong and said, "Some people are very careless when they come up. Even if we call the manager or replace him, there is nothing we can do with such people! If you have money, you are the boss."
After listening to the technician talk for a while, Tao Yong and Wei Jin asked one or two questions from time to time. An hour passed quickly. After coming out of the massage room, Fang Yi and others went back to their rooms.
Fang Yi didn't bring his sketchbook, but he did carry this sketchbook with him. As soon as he got to the room, Fang Yi took out his sketchbook and started drawing on the paper. First, Fang Yi drew Da Vinci's drawings based on his own memory.
I drew the sketch of the knight, then used a pencil to imitate the brush and painted the gray blocks in different shades, and then wrote down my own feelings, as well as some thoughts and speculations next to the color blocks.
"Why don't you go to bed earlier after a tiring day?" Qu Gu walked out of the bathroom, wiped the wet drops on his head with a towel and said to Fang Yi.
"I have to write down some things as soon as possible. What if I forget tomorrow? Even if I don't forget tomorrow, what will I do if I forget in the future?" Fang Yi said without raising his head: "And these are all obtained by looking at the original works.
Enlightenment! There is also confirmation of my previous speculation! If you want to sleep, go to sleep, I turned on the bedside lamp!" After saying that, he turned around and turned on the bedside lamp, and then continued to write in his sketchbook
Painting.
Qu Gu wiped the water droplets from his hair and sat beside Fang Yi's bed. He tilted his head and looked at the contents of Fang Yi's sketchbook and said, "Can you see clearly the different shades of gray?
”.
Fang Yi said with a smile: "I haven't marked it yet! Maybe I will draw some ideas when I look at them tomorrow. The final verification still has to be on the canvas!".
"Then you draw slowly! I'm exhausted after this day, so I'll go to bed first." Qu Gu stood up, walked to the wall and turned off the light, then adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and then opened the bed
He fell asleep on the bedclothes and soon began to snore evenly.
Fang Yi was a little uncomfortable listening to Qu Gu's snoring for a while. After a while, he felt calm thinking about the paintings he saw today. He began to write in his notebook, and then thought about it in his mind.
If you use a paintbrush to apply color, how do you make a stroke, and what kind of underlying color is blended into the painting, so that the final painting effect will create an exciting feeling like Titian's work.
Fang Yi was not only copying but also comparing. Although Titian was a master, he was hundreds of years away from now. Oil paintings based on his work have been refined and innovated by many masters. Some of them
Things have become more advanced than Titian's time, and regarding color
Cai’s understanding is also deeper! Because at that time, people didn’t know that light not only had linear characteristics but also wave characteristics, so that the sun, which was considered to be the center of the world, was just an inconspicuous little speck of dust in the universe. But now I have been on the
Anyone who studies knows the vastness of the universe and the insignificance of the sun.
Now Fang Yi is doing something like this: trying to absorb the things that interest him most in Titian's paintings, or the things that impress him the most, and incorporate them into his paintings, instead of just blindly absorbing them as before.
The kind of learning copying that pursues complete consistency, or the emphasis on understanding the thoughts and techniques is put in the second place.
When taking a break, or when he needs to change his mind, Fang Yi will gently turn down the bedside lamp, open the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and look at the bright lights of Mingzhu, China's largest commercial city, and countless
Even in the middle of the night, the lights shroud the city in a cloud of colorful light, like a dream!