A group of painters who participated in the salon looked at Grigory's paintings for more than an hour before starting to look at other people's works. Fang Yi had already had a full stomach by this time and began to join in the painting review.
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Now for the first time, Fang Yi talked about his creative ideas in front of his paintings, stimulating the creative inspiration for each painting. Then he listened carefully to the opinions of a group of people. Most of the opinions were directly reflected in Fang Yi's mind.
After filtering it out, Fang Yi occasionally thought about one or two opinions in his mind, and finally put them behind him.
The only difference now is that Fang Yi listens to other people's opinions with a smile, and his attitude has changed for the better. It's not like before when he hung a painting on the wall and said, "This is my new work," and then said:
That’s it!
For Fang Yi now, being gentle and elegant is a matter of self-cultivation. But that is not the case if you listen to all opinions on creation. Listening to all opinions will make your paintings nothing like a painting.
A smorgasbord of bad flavors.
Fang Yi has become kind-hearted. Doesn't that mean he wants to become a good person? Isn't there a saying that people can't be arrogant but they can't be without pride. Now Fang Yi is ready to get rid of the arrogance he showed before, but the one in his heart
If Fang Yi changed his pride, he would no longer be Fang Yi. Even if Fang Yi wanted to change it, Liu Hongshuo didn't want his disciple to change it. Without this pride, could he still paint well?
When looking at other people's paintings, Fang Yi just gave some comments in an understated way. Not to mention it was too harsh, even some harsh things were not mentioned. For example, among the new participants, Fang Yi
I don’t know what the painting is, but it’s all red and green, just like the big flower quilt cover on the bed in old movies. In Fang Yi’s opinion, it requires technique but not technique, and it needs to be thoughtful but not thoughtful, which makes Fang Yi extremely confused.
As soon as I was far away, I moved on to other paintings.
"Fang Yi! Come and take a look at my paintings." When Zhu Zheng saw Fang Yi, he turned around and walked past and said directly: "I painted them some time ago!".
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this. He turned around and walked to Zhu Zheng's painting. After looking at it for a while, he said: "The painting is not bad, but you still completely copied my painting. Last time, Lu Qikun said that techniques can be learned, and styles can be learned."
If it's your own! If you copy mine like this, it will be detrimental to you in the future!" Not only Lu Qikun, Fang Yi himself also said this to Zhu Zheng several times, but judging from this painting, this kid has nothing to do with him.
Listen in!
Zhu Zheng smiled after hearing this and said: "I'm still in school now, so I'm not in a hurry to create my own style! I'll copy your techniques first, and then we'll talk about styles!".
"Hey! That's up to you." Fang Yi also knows what to say. Others can't wait to draw. Even when he sleeps, he thinks about forming his own style, and it is a style recognized by the market. This is better than Zhu
Zheng faced himself with all his heart, as if he had nailed this test.
"Fang Yi!" Zhu Zheng looked at Fang Yishao and said with a little embarrassment.
Fang Yi heard this and asked: "What's going on?".
"I want to ask you, can you talk to Teacher Liu Hongshuo and let me join Teacher Liu's class?" Zhu Zheng looked at Fang Yi and asked.
Fang Yidao knew this. Zhu Zheng painted well! When Liu Hongshuo led a new class to select students, Zhu Zheng enthusiastically signed up. However, he was not selected by Liu Hongshuo.
Fang Yi opened his mouth to explain: "I know this. I also heard the teacher say it. Zhou Tong also asked the teacher about this matter. The teacher's answer was that your painting style is too similar to mine, and you meet me often, so you can
When you saw me drawing, I didn’t let you into the class. It’s not that your drawing is not good! It’s that it’s too different from the teacher’s style!”
Liu Hongshuo's style and Fang Yi's style are two different things. Liu Hongshuo's style is complete classicism. What he draws is calm, elegant, and elegant. The characters on the picture are also realistic and never fatter or thinner.
Fang Yi's style strictly uses classical techniques, but the presentation of the pictures is more beautiful and lively. Most of the characters do not look like the original models, but have been reprocessed by Fang Yi's brain, making them more subjective.
A little more romantic.
When he was teaching Fang Yi, Liu Hongshuo only taught techniques. No matter what style Fang Yi used, Fang Yi had to figure it out on his own, how to paint it! Now there is no trace of Liu Hongshuo in Fang Yi's paintings.
After hearing this, Zhu Zheng nodded, but the look on his face was still reluctant!
Fang Yi smiled, patted Zhu Zheng's shoulder and left. There was no need for Fang Yi to ask the teacher about this matter.
The salon didn't disperse until after eight o'clock. Without Lu Qikun's weird temper, Pang Xiaoyong and Lang Yanguang stayed at Fang Yi's house for one night. One returned to Mingzhu early the next morning and the other went directly to the airport.
Return to Lingang.
Two days after seeing the two of them off, when Fang Yi left the studio and was about to leave, he saw Zheng Yuan coming out of the house, looking like she was about to go out with a small bag in her hand, so she smiled and said: "
Let’s go on a date!”.
"I made an appointment with Amanda. Let's talk English with her when I have time. I always think your English is unreliable," Zheng Yuan said to Fang Yi with a smile.
Fang Yi shook his head after hearing this: "Then go ahead!" Just as he was about to go out, the two of them arrived at the door together.
"Xiao Yi! I have something to ask you." As soon as he left the gate, he saw his teacher Liu Hongshuo walking over and said.
Fang Yi had no choice but to return to the courtyard with the teacher.
"Don't go into the house, it's just a matter of a few words!" Liu Hongshuo reached out and touched the round head of the man who came close to him and said: "Someone wants to ask me to paint a triptych of oil paintings on wood, with themes of Christ and the Virgin and Child. I
I can’t spare the time now, and even if I could spare the time, I still don’t have the energy to paint such a large painting. I would like to ask you if you are interested in painting it!”.
"Yes! I happen to have nothing to do right now, and I am thinking about some techniques and so on. Painting is just practice," Fang Yi said immediately. Then he thought for a moment and asked, "How old are you for painting?".
"It's about three meters high and more than four meters wide! A boss in Suzhou built a church, and Jinpeng approached me!" Liu Hongshuo said.
When Fang Yi heard this, he asked: "So big?"
"Can the oil painting on wood in the middle of the church be smaller?" Liu Hongshuo said, "I just came here to ask. If you want to paint it, let me talk to Jin Peng and ask Chen Shenglin if he can let you paint it for me!"
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"I have time to paint it!" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said. He had never painted such a large painting before, and it was an oil painting on wood. Of course he had to give it a try if he had this opportunity.
"Yeah!" Liu Hongshuo nodded and turned towards the door: "What price do you want?".
"Take a look and tell!" Fang Yi said casually. Now one of his paintings is worth 200,000 yuan. The rest have become the same as before! Fang Yi is not sure whether his paintings will perform well in the market.
How much is it worth?
Liu Hongshuo nodded and went out. Fang Yi naturally took the round and flat heads for a walk. Regarding the three paintings he bought, Fang Yi didn't mention Liu Hongshuo and didn't ask. It doesn't matter if he knows a Maozi painting.
Even if it is sold for a sky-high price, the teacher will not even take a look at it. Moreover, the teacher's wife Li Minghua already knows about this, so it is impossible for the teacher not to know.
After walking around for a while, I went back to the studio to start painting. I had only been painting for half an hour when I heard Wang Hongqi's voice coming from outside the courtyard gate.
"Why are you here at this time today?" Fang Yi opened the courtyard door and saw that Wang Hongqi brought neither the canvas nor the painting box, but only his youngest son.
"Leave the child here with you for a while. I'll go home and talk to someone about something!" Wang Hongqi said to Fang Yi, "I'll take him back in an hour!".
"Okay!" Fang Yi nodded directly.
Wang Hongqi said thank you and turned around and walked quickly towards home. He looked very anxious.
Fang Yi looked at the direction Wang Hongqi was walking and couldn't help but said casually: "What's going on in such a hurry!".
"There's an aunt at home!" Unexpectedly, the boy looked up at Fang Yi and replied.
"Oh! I understand," Fang Yi said with a laugh. He is thirty or forty years old, and there is a woman at home and the child is sent to him. What else can happen? He must have found someone.
I'm in love, but I think it's a little inconvenient for my son to be at home!
Thinking of this, I stretched out my hand and rubbed the little baby's head: "Let's go! Let's go into the house! You don't have any eyesight!" After saying that, he took the child to his studio.
I got a piece of paper for the little kid, squeezed in a little paint, and let the kid sit on a chair and doodle on his painting cabinet.
Life at Wang Hongqi's family has improved. The two children are now living a better life. They have also begun to dress a little more carefully. After living a better life, the children's faces have become plumper, and they look better now than before.
It's much cuter when it arrives.
"Uncle Fang! Why did you add clothes to the previous painting?" The boy raised his head and asked, looking at the previous nude self-portrait on Fang Yi's easel.
Fang Yi smiled and turned to the boy and said: "Uncle Fang used to feel comfortable looking at it, but now he feels uncomfortable looking at it, so he painted the clothes again!". During this time, Fang Yi looked at his self-painted human body and became more and more comfortable.
It’s awkward, just add some clothes!
"Should Uncle Lu also be added?" the boy asked again.
Fang Yi turned his head and continued to draw the clothes on his portrait and said with a smile: "Your Uncle Lu likes to be naked, just let him be naked!".
"Oh!" the boy said, and then he concentrated on scribbling on the paper.
After painting for more than an hour, Fang Yi stopped, wiped his hands and looked at the boy next to the painting cabinet. He originally wanted to take the child to eat something. But when he saw the painting on the child's paper, Fang Yi frowned.
Got up.
On the boy's paper, there was a drawing of a person with a benzi stabbed, with a big mouth open, and the teeth in the mouth were as sharp as ghosts, and then two smaller people stood in the corner of the painting holding hands, looking scared.
appearance.
"Who is this painting?" Fang Yi asked, pointing to the person in the painting.
"That auntie! She's so fierce," the boy opened his mouth and said.
As soon as he heard this, Fang Yi became a little annoyed. No matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't just ignore this matter. Thinking of this, he said to the boy: "Let's go eat!" He planned to wait for Wang Hongqi to come over and show him.
A child's drawing! Ask him what's going on.
"Oh! Let's eat!" The boy happily slid down from the chair and ran towards the kitchen in front of Fang Yi. (To be continued...)