Like ordinary people, he has a very wide standard for judging his girlfriend in love. Fang Yi did not bother about the traces of Klimt's "Golden Kiss" on Beronica's canvas, and even Fang Yi
He didn't think deeply about these things in his mind. On the canvas, Fang Yi only saw Bellonica's love for him and her hope for this relationship!
The quiet, peaceful and romantic warmth on the entire canvas cannot cover up the love that the woman standing next to her has for her in her heart, as well as the fiery emotions hidden behind the blue petals.
"How's it going? Do you like it?" Beronica hugged Fang Yi's neck and breathed softly into her boyfriend's ear.
Fang Yi did not answer, but turned around and held Beronica in his arms. His cheek was close to his girlfriend's face. His whole body was almost arranged like the one on the canvas, and he held his girlfriend tightly.
Hold.
A few minutes later, Beronica had difficulty breathing. She quickly said to Fang Yi, "I can't breathe!".
"This is my response!" After hearing this, Fang Yi lightly tapped his girlfriend's cheek before letting go of Beronica. As soon as he let go, Fang Yi couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the two faced each other.
Not only was it uncomfortable for Beronica to be hugged, but she also felt like she couldn't breathe.
After taking a few breaths, Beronica directly pulled the bottom of the large T-shirt she was wearing with both hands, lifted it up over her head and threw it aside. Then she took off the only loose shorts left on her body: "These
Now that there are no clothes in the way, let’s do it again!”
After saying that, he started to pull Fang Yi's T-shirt! The two of them didn't wear much when they were at home. They lost all the extra things in two or three times. They stood face to face with one of Bellonica's
He put his hand around Fang Yi's neck and pressed his hand on Fang Yi's chest. In this position, Beronica didn't use much strength. She could only rely on Fang Yi's arms to rub the two of them tightly together.
.
The two people stood hugging each other quietly without making a sound. There was nothing else in the room except each other's heartbeats. Beronica pressed her cheek against Fang Yi's face and closed her eyes to feel this.
moment.
When both of them couldn't hold it in any longer, the two of them let go.
As soon as Fang Yi let go, Beronica's other arm moved to Fang Yi's neck and she looked into her boyfriend's eyes and said, "It's beautiful!".
With a tilt of his head, Fang Yi gently took a piece of Beronica's lips between his lips. Beronica immediately responded enthusiastically and began to crawl up Fang Yi's legs.
Climbing up the body, two strong and round legs soon wrapped around Fang Yi's waist.
Next? What kind of painting will the two of you have time to draw in the next time?
Sitting in the classroom boredly. Fang Yi held his head with one hand and turned the pages of the book on the desk with the other hand. The pages of the book were turning quickly in Fang Yi's hand, and Fang Yi's body
I was already hunched over on the desk, and my eyelids were about to fight!
Boring! Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh and muttered in his heart.
Sitting in the art history class, Fang Yi was not very interested. Although the teacher above was playing with the slides and a short video was shown from time to time, it still couldn't arouse Fang Yi's sexual interest, especially in class.
The old man gave a lecture on contemporary art!
When the professor talked about pop art, Fang Yi's boredom turned into disdain. When the old man above began to analyze the so-called masterpieces one after another, Fang Yi felt that he simply couldn't listen anymore. What?
Pop art? Isn’t it just nonsense posters! This is what Fang Yi said in his heart. When the old man proudly talked about the great painting era, Fang Yi, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, took advantage of the old man’s turn and slipped out.
I can't listen anymore.
As soon as he left the door, Fang Yi bent down and took a few breaths: "What the hell! The whole class reeks of the stench of performance for performance!" Fang Yi muttered something in his mouth.
Holding the textbook in his hand directly, he walked to the garbage slip not far away and turned it over.
When it came to the contemporary art section, I tore off the book with the contemporary art at the back and stuffed it into the trash can. I put the remaining half under my arm and walked along the corridor to the stairs! As I walked,
While stretching his head, he looked into the classroom that opened the door.
Everyone in almost every classroom is busy. Countless young faces are playing with fabrics, and those with ink on their hands are gathering together. Fang Yi seems to be the only one in the entire corridor, holding on as if nothing is wrong.
A book without a back page dangled.
Seeing the open door of a research room, Fang Yi stood at the door out of habit, stretched his head and took a look inside.
There are very few people in this room! Fang Yi thought after taking a look. Just as he was about to turn around, something caught Fang Yi's eyes. This was not because a new name popped up in Fang Yi's mind, but because of the people in the room.
There is a painting on his easel, Van Gogh's Sunflowers! Of course not
It may be an authentic painting, but a fake painting! If it were authentic, the door would not be so wide open, and there would be only an old man inside. Although French high fashion is an elite academy, it is not so awesome that it can easily treat Comrade Lao Fan.
The original was placed casually in an old man's classroom.
Fang Yi looked at the painting, couldn't help but lift his steps and walked in, standing in front of the painting and admiring it. The similarity was very good! Ninety-five percent! After looking at the sunflowers, Fang Yi continued to spin, and then again
I have seen a lot of imitation paintings, and the similarity is about 95.6%, so the imitation is quite successful!
After turning around, Fang Yi couldn't help but stand next to the old man sitting in front of the easel in the room, folding his arms and looking at the old man's painting. Now the old man's canvas was painting a portrait of a woman by Delacroix.
Fang Yi has so much experience with Delacroix. The one he copied the fastest was this romantic lion. Two or three of his original paintings jumped into the chain of the soul at a glance. Without realizing it, he entered Comrade Lao De’s collection.
In the chain of souls, looking at the things on the canvas, Fang Yi started to nod his head from time to time, or frown and shake his head.
After the old man finished painting, he turned to look at Fang Yi who was standing behind him and asked: "Do you like Delacroix's works?".
"Yeah!" Fang Yi nodded: "I've seen a lot!".
"Then what do you think of the picture I presented?" the old man looked at Fang Yi and asked.
"It's amazing!" Fang Yi was very sure of the old man's kung fu, and gave the old man a thumbs up. The similarity of this Delacroix painting is 97%, which is quite impressive.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, the old man forced a smile on his face and ignored Fang Yi, continuing to turn his attention to his canvas.
Since the old man didn't drive him away, Fang Yi decided to stay a little longer. After looking at it for a few minutes, Fang Yi noticed a book placed next to the old man's painting box. The French name translated to "Art Appraisal".
After seeing this book, Fang Yi became interested, but he did not reach out to take it. Instead, he stood behind the old man and waited for him to ask when he was free.
After half an hour, the old man put down his pen: "You haven't left yet?"
"Well!" Fang Yi pointed at the book and asked, "Can I read this book?".
After hearing what Fang Yi said, the old man picked up the book from the ground and handed it to Fang Yi. Fang Yi took the book, sat on the stool next to him and began to leaf through it quietly.
After seeing this book, Fang Yi remembered that outstanding person he had seen at a domestic art exhibition, and the person who imitated himself in the museum. Now there is no problem with Fang Yi's paintings, but if he wants to make his own
Imitation products are still not good enough to pass through the eyes of appraisers, nor can they withstand the testing of current instruments.
This book mainly talks about the appraisal of works during the Renaissance, what studios have some unique color differences in base materials, and how to distinguish the styles of several artists, including the differences between the artist and his assistants.
, that is to say, in a large painting, there are assistants and masters, how to identify and distinguish them.
This book is not only a book for identification, but also a guide for forgery from another perspective. Of course, if you want to make a fake from the Renaissance, it will be really difficult! Because you can’t find everything from that time now! Even
At that time, the colors in the workshops were not all matching, so there was no talk of fraud!
After reading for more than half an hour, Fang Yi has no interest in this book anymore. These things can only be used for identification now! If Fang Yi has something in his mind and knows it at a glance, there is no need to read this.
!Besides, Fang Yi doesn’t intend to make a living by appraising things for others in order to support painting. Now that Fang Yi has three works in hand, he is not short of living expenses!
While flipping through the book, I waited for the old man to put down his brush again.
"Can I read your books?" Fang Yi asked the old man again.
The old man nodded casually after hearing this, pointed to his bookshelf and motioned for Fang Yi to pick it up.
Fang Yi put the book in his hand next to the old man's painting box, and then went to the bookshelf to choose. According to the order of painting, Fang Yi picked a book that studied the texture of canvases at different times, and then sat back to where he was before and carefully
It turned over.
The old man was painting and Fang Yi was reading. The two of them did not disturb each other. They sat like this until noon. Fang Yi received a text message from Beronica, so he returned the book to the old man and went back with his girlfriend.
Go to the den.
Now there is another thing in the school that interests Fang Yi. In addition to the color science taught by Professor Ife Saneh, Fang Yi comes to the old man’s laboratory most often. As long as there is a class that he is not interested in
, Fang Yi skipped classes and came here. As for art history, Fang Yi simply threw the subject behind him.
After looking at the canvas materials, Fang Yi looked at the differences in paints from different periods or from different paint dealers in different periods. Of course, it is indispensable to understand some modern identification methods and the specific production methods of some forgeries. (To be continued...)