The Chinese New Year will be coming in a few days, and Fang Yi doesn’t need to do too much work for the Chinese New Year. He just needs to go home and stay for two days. It’s the Chinese New Year! It’s nothing too big for the twenty-year-old Fang Yi.
Great fun too.
Staying in the studio, I held a paintbrush in one hand and carefully applied a thin layer of over-dye on the canvas. I observed that the background color below expressed the sense of color gradation through this layer of over-dye. Now on the canvas, there are
The test pieces are palm-sized small color blocks mixed with various colors. Some are painted very thickly, and some are painted very casually and improvisationally.
At this time, both Qu Gu and Wei Jin have gone home. It's almost the New Year, so only Zhang Xu will visit Fang Yi's studio every other day, fearing that Fang Yi will go half crazy once he starts creating.
"Xiaoyi!" Teacher Liu Hongshuo's voice came from outside the courtyard.
Hearing the teacher's voice, Fang Yi put down the paintbrush in his hand and walked to the door of the studio. Just as he was about to open the door, he found that the teacher had already opened the door bolt and walked in. The round-headed and flat-headed people were surrounding him.
Liu Hongshuo's tail was wagging happily beside him.
"Teacher!" Fang Yi looked at the teacher and smiled and asked, "You haven't prepared anything for the New Year with your teacher's wife? Your sister's family is coming back soon, why don't you prepare something?"
After hearing that Fang Yi mentioned his daughter and that his grandchildren were coming back with him, Liu Hongshuo's face showed a warm smile, his eyes narrowed in laughter, and he reached out and touched Yuan Tou's head and said
: "It's up to your wife to take care of this matter. I'm not in charge of the job. If I do it, it will only cause more trouble! Come to the house on the third or fourth day of junior high school, and let's all have fun together!".
"Hey! I'll be right here," Fang Yi said with a smile.
When Liu Hongshuo looked at Fang Yi's slimmer figure, the smile on his face faded again, and he frowned slightly: "Follow me to the living room, I have something to talk to you about!" After that, he raised his leg.
Walking towards the living room of Fang Yi's house.
Fang Yi followed the teacher and asked with a smile: "What's wrong with you? Can't you tell me in the studio?".
Liu Hongshuo ignored Fang Yi. He walked directly to the studio and sat down on the bench, then handed Fang Yi a book under his arm.
Fang Yi took the book very curiously and looked at the name on the cover: "The Doctrine of the Mean"!
I flipped it open and saw: Zi Chengzi said: Don't be partial to the middle, and don't be easy to be mediocre. The middle is the right way of the world. The mediocre is the law of the world...
After reading this, I looked at my teacher with a little puzzlement and asked with a smile: "What do you mean by giving me this book? This is obviously something within the category of the Four Olds!".
"What do you know! You follow what others say." Liu Hongshuo glanced at his students and said: "Don't listen to other people's nonsense. Confucius and Confucianism are all bastards, and they have harmed China for thousands of years! You have read the book crookedly.
And they complain that the person who wrote the book is not good!”.
When he said this, he explained to Fang Yi: "The Master said: The Tao is not far away from people. People are far away from people because of the Tao, but they cannot be the Tao. What he means is that the Tao exists in people, and the Tao is also in life!".
After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi became even more confused. He opened his eyes and looked at his teacher. He scratched his head and wanted to ask questions, but was pushed back by the teacher's raised hand. In his heart, he felt that the teacher was really weird today. Why?
Suddenly I thought of telling myself these things? Could it be that in the future, if you don’t want to paint, everyone will study Chinese studies instead?
Liu Hongshuo reached out and tapped the book he handed to Fang Yi and said: "These books contain a lot of principles of life. What Confucianism calls nourishing qi is not a waste. When will self-cultivation, family governance, and world peace become a waste? These things will never be the same.
There can be no time for obsolescence!”.
He looked at Fang Yi who was stunned for a while and then said: "You may think that we are artists and it's enough to draw well! Let's see what the use of these things is! No matter what profession you are engaged in, being a human being is the most basic thing!"
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After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi couldn't help opening his mouth and asked: "What about the personality of art?".
Liu Hongshuo smiled after hearing this and said: "To be honest, art has little to do with personality. It is not that only mavericks can become great artists!".
"I know this." After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
After hearing this, Liu Hongshuo glanced at Fang Yi and continued: "Matisse, Picasso and Dali are known as the three most unique artists of the 20th century. You know the differences between the three!".
"Let's talk about Matisse first," Liu Hongshuo said directly: "He is a representative figure of Fauvism, and some people call it the king of Fauvism! According to the style of painting, this man must be unique, but in fact
Well, Matisse is a humble and elegant person! He doesn’t have so many stories, and he’s not so unique and attractive, but as a person, he is the most successful among the three!”
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"Look at Picasso again. His Cubism style and the realistic skills displayed in his works when he was young are really commendable! But as a person, he is far behind Matisse!".
After hearing this, Fang Yi nodded again. But he really couldn't understand why his teacher talked about this to him today. Fang Yi knew all three of them now, and Fang Yi also knew a lot of their stories.
Liu Hongshuo said: "Every week, Picasso's son would visit him with his two children, but the answer he often got was that the master was not there, that the master was working, that the master was resting, etc. And Picasso's wife, Jay,
Quilin even called it the sun! Master, there is still the sun!?"
At this point Liu Hongshuo shook his head and said disdainfully: "Picasso lives in his own castle, overlooking everything from above! He lives in the praises of people around him. There is also worship in these respectful eyes.
In his words, Picasso lost the humanity that a husband, father and grandfather should have! Some critics say that his character comes from the oath he made to his sister, which is nothing but bullshit!".
Having said this, Liu Hongshuo stared into Fang Yi's eyes and said: "Picasso's granddaughter Marina once recalled the past. Every time her father took her and her brother to see Picasso, Jevaline would
One thing to say, don’t move anything! The sun will come down from upstairs soon! As a granddaughter, Marina was very nervous when she arrived at her grandfather’s house. She only looked at the steps while walking. She was afraid of making mistakes! And sometimes Picasso
Suo sat at the dining table and ate and drank. Although his two young grandsons and granddaughters were hungry, they did not dare to come to his grandfather's table. They could only watch his wolfing grandfather eating and drinking!
Once, the sun gave his grandson and granddaughter a piece of sweet in the leftovers, the only time! And Picasso called this sweet a beggar! But the master's pet goat could roam around his house in any size.
No one will care!"
Fang Yi scratched his head as he listened and thought to himself: What does such nonsense like Lao Bi have to do with me?
Liu Hongshuo pretended not to see the confusion in Fang Yi's eyes and continued: "You can't even support your own children! You have no future! You won't have any future! It's a waste of my time! This is what Picasso said to his own son
What Paul said. Under such blows again and again, Picasso’s son was submissive even though he was tall.
No! Later, Picasso’s granddaughter and grandson wrote letters to the Sun countless times, wanting to see him. However, some letters were torn up by Jacqueline, and some letters were not read by Picasso at all! He did not want to care about his grandson.
The pain in my granddaughter's heart is that for this sun, her family is just a doll that she can control at will!"
"As for Dali, I won't mention it. He grabs something and paints it with blue paint and calls it art. The four words clown suit him just right!" After speaking, he looked at Fang Yi's eyes and asked for a moment: "
How much do you want to be such a sun in your heart? How much do you want to be a master like Picasso?".
After hearing what the teacher said, Fang Yi was stunned for two or three seconds before he opened his mouth and said: "I will not treat my relatives like this! From the perspective of treating my relatives, Picasso is garbage!".
Liu Hongshuo smiled and asked Fang Yi: "No way?" Then he shook his head gently: "Who knows what will happen in the future!".
Liu Hongshuo moved his eyes away from Fang Yi. He leaned on the back of the bench and gently knocked his knuckles on the chair and said, "When Zhou Tong showed me your paintings for the first time, I was amazed at your expressiveness.
Smooth and natural! Then I heard Zhou Tong say that you were still a senior in high school, and you got into stone art in order to improve your skills! At that time, you could just go to stone art with a pack of cigarettes, you had the courage and the persistence!"
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"But after a while, you no longer bothered to look at Zhou Tong's paintings, and rarely commented on his paintings! In your heart, Zhou Tong no longer looked down on him! Now as your painting skills get better and better.
What else is really interesting to you? The arrogance and pride in your heart are eroding you. You can look down on people like Zhou Tong, because you are better than him, and now your painting skills
You have already shown signs of surpassing me. Will one day you will look down on me as an old man? You know that when he was young, Picasso had a lively, cheerful, optimistic and positive time. At that time, Picasso would think of what he would do next.
What he did? He couldn’t think of it at the time. Can you imagine what will happen if you continue like this?”
Liu Hongshuo stood up when he said this: "You have a complete family and good friends. Friends like Qu Gu, Zhang Xu, etc. have been worried about you in the past few months. They took turns to take care of you! At the beginning, your wife also
I wanted to come over, but I stopped you.
I said you are not really hungry. When you are really hungry, you will naturally know how to eat! But what I didn't expect is that these children have been looking at you for such a long time! I don't know what big thing happened that can make your
The character slowly moves towards this extreme!”.
After speaking, he walked to the door, then stopped and turned around to look at Fang Yi sitting on the bench and said: "Painting is important. But there are things more important than painting in this world! And no one likes a arrogant and arrogant person.
People, sometimes even these people don’t like themselves! Think carefully about what I said!” After saying that, he turned and walked out the door.
Comparing Picasso to himself frightened Fang Yi, but what made Fang Yi the most unbearable was the teacher's words. One day he would look down on the old man! Fang Yi's feelings for Liu Hongshuo have exceeded the relationship between teacher and student.
, it has reached an emotion similar to that between a father and a son. It is not for nothing that Liu Hongshuo loves Fang Yi like his son. Fang Yi can naturally feel it and also reflects this feeling in his heart.
Sitting on the chair, Fang Yi began to reflect on the changes in his mentality over the past year. When he thought about it in conjunction with Picasso, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became! For a whole day, he did not even pick up a pen to draw a stroke on the canvas, thinking.
Listening to the teacher's words, I looked at my changes during this period.
It wasn't until evening that he picked up the book the teacher had brought and started flipping through it! From the Chinese New Year to the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Yi didn't even draw a single stroke.
As soon as the sixth day of the Lunar New Year passed, Fang Yi proposed to his teacher and parents that he wanted to go out for a trip. When he first mentioned it, Yu Qin did not agree. His son had never traveled far away like this, but in the end
Fang Yi still convinced his mother.
With the consent of his family, Fang Yi sold his little Poussin for some money, and then used part of the 140,000 collected to collect enough money to replace the car with a jeep that was more suitable for the road.
After only loading some paint canvases, two or three books, and other things on the new jeep, I brought round heads and flat heads. I gave the studio to Qu Gu's friends and asked them to come and take care of it when they had nothing to do.
, of course, you can also come to the studio to stay for a while. Then you can drive a jeep and travel aimlessly.