Rude Van der Masset! This is the name that popped up in Fang Yi's mind. The color of the name in his mind was the same as that of Gregory. But in terms of the performance of this picture, in Fang Yi's opinion, he was inferior to Gregor.
There is some distance. Obviously, this Rude has not yet reached his peak. Although his performance on the screen is great, he has not yet reached the point where he can match the color of his name in his mind.
And this person is not the Italian that Fang Yi wants to visit, which means that there are at least two artists in this town. This news makes Fang Yi very happy. Although the other one doesn't know how, but with this
One harvest, this trip can be regarded as losing gas money.
Fang Yi looked at the painting on the canvas intently, and naturally could not hear the bad sounds coming from the woods. However, Guan Fangfei did not have much appreciation for paintings, so she blushed while listening to the rustling sounds.
Sound passes into the eardrum.
After three or four minutes, a man in his thirties, with his trousers pulled up, a medium-sized man with a slim face and a beard emerged from the woods. This man was the owner of the easel, Rude Gangde.
Masset.
Rude had just walked out of the woods with his pants lifted. He looked up and saw Guan Fangfei. He was stunned for a moment and stared at Guan Fangfei for two seconds before walking forward with a smile on his face. As he walked, he said: "Beautiful lady.
, do you also like my paintings?".
Completely ignoring Fang Yi, who was concentrating on looking at the painting, he approached Guan Fangfei, who was standing a little bored.
"I don't know anything about art. I came here with him!" Guan Fangfei touched this Rude's hand and immediately retracted it. She felt disgusted in her heart. She knew what this man was doing in the woods just now and pointed
Maybe this hand had touched somewhere. Now Guan Fangfei wanted to find a pool to wash the hand that was held just now.
Rude raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Yi. It was obvious that this man had no interest in men, so he opened his mouth and said directly: "My paintings are easy to understand. You can understand it just by standing in front and taking a look!".
After hearing this, Fang Yi turned his head and glanced at Rude, and then his eyes fell on the girl who came out of the woods. This girl was in her twenties and was not very beautiful, but she was not very beautiful either.
Too ugly, with a medium appearance and a medium figure. Now this girl is buttoning her clothes while walking, and the look of spring on her face is clearly visible.
In order to avoid this enthusiastic Lude, Guan Fangfei couldn't help but walked a few steps towards Fang Yi and stood next to Fang Yi.
Rude saw this action, and of course he understood that the girl in front of him was not very interested in him. He did not feel annoyed on his face, and continued to smile and took two steps towards Fang Yi.
"Do you like my paintings?" Rude looked at Fang Yi and asked.
"I really like it." Fang Yi smiled at Rude and said, then stretched out his hand to shake Rude, and then introduced himself and said: "My name is Fang Yi. I came here to visit Xima Bianchi.
of!".
Rude shook hands with Fang Yi: "Oh! I see, you are the Chinese that Keshima mentioned yesterday who is said to be very good at painting?".
"If there is no other Chinese, it would be me." Fang Yi nodded and said, "Maybe we came a little early and Mr. Bianchi is not at home!".
"He must have gone out to sketch!" Rude raised his hand and said, "I have finished the painting here. I will take you back. I rent a small house with him now!".
"Thank you very much!" Fang Yi said quickly.
Seeing Rude holding a painting in one hand and a painting box in the other, Fang Yi helped lift the easel. The four of them walked side by side towards the small village.
When the four of them walked to the door, Fang Yicai realized that there was no need for Rude to take him with him. The door to the small courtyard was already wide open, and it was Benjamin's car parked at the door. He looked at his watch and found that he and Guan Fangfei had already gone shopping.
It's been more than half an hour.
"Fang!" Seeing someone coming into the yard, Benjamin walked out, waved to Fang Yi and asked, "Where did you go?".
"The scenery here is very good, so I went for a walk. Who knew that I lost track of time while walking around. I happened to meet Mr. Van der Masset again!" Fang Yi said to Benjamin.
Benjamin listened to Fang Yi and then introduced to Fang Yi a man who looked to be in his thirties standing next to him: "This is the Mr. Bianchi I told you!".
Bianchi is pretty tall, about 1.7 meters tall. His face is not very cleanly shaved, and he looks a bit decadent. He looks quite upright, with a slightly square face and two thick eyebrows.
But it is dark and beautiful.
"Call me Keshima." Keshima stretched out his hand to Fang Yi and said, "I didn't expect you to meet Rude!" At this point, Keshima looked at his hand and stood at the entrance of the courtyard.
Rudd.
Rude has now put down the canvas and painting box. He is standing directly at the door of the small courtyard, kissing his female model goodbye.
After Keshma finished speaking, he waited for Rude to finish kissing him. Who knew that after waiting for more than a minute, the two of them were still salivating.
"Let's go inside first," Keshima had no choice but to say to Fang Yi and Guan Fangfei.
Everyone entered the house. Of course Rude was busy at the door.
As soon as he entered the room, Fang Yi saw that only one corner of the room had an old sofa facing each other. Most of the room was filled with picture frames without stretchers, and six or seven completed paintings.
, anyway, this place is quite messy, not neat at all.
After sitting down and chatting for only a few words, Keshima opened his mouth and said to Fang Yi: "I heard from Benjamin that your sketches are quite good, and when we were on the phone, he was very dismissive of your sketches. I am also in this regard.
Not bad, let’s discuss it?”
"No problem!" Fang Yi agreed immediately.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Keshma stood up from the sofa, walked to an easel, took out a piece of sketch paper from the side and pinned it to a drawing board with thumbtacks.
Then he took out a pencil and first drew a thick and thick straight line on the top of the sketch paper. The whole line was hard and straight, and it was drawn from left to right on the paper. After starting and finishing the pen,
Some common habits of ordinary people are not seen everywhere. If he finishes painting
If you look at it again, you can't guess where it started and where it ended. Besides, except for the two ends where the brush ends, there is no trace of tremor in other places where the line is slowly drawn out by hand. Generally speaking,
The uniformity shows Keshima’s very strong and solid basic skills.
After drawing the lines, Keshima handed the pencil in his hand to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi took the pencil and looked at it for a few seconds. Keshima's line drawing was very strong, but his own was not bad either. After thinking for a moment, he put the pencil vertically on the paper and pulled it out from right to left.
A thin line, the color is not very heavy. Make sure the pencil carbon core is always vertical on the paper, make sure the entire line is the same thickness, and is straight at a distance of three or four centimeters between the Keshma lines.
"You are great!" Keshima knew after watching Fang Yi finish the drawing that the Chinese man standing next to him was really good at sketching. At Keshima and Fang Yi's level, a single line could describe a person's basic skills.
It seems that they are almost the same.
"Fang is indeed great!" At some point, Rude also stood next to Fang Yi, looking at the lines and praising him. Then he gently touched Fang Yi's arm.
Fang Yi handed the pencil in his hand to Rude knowingly.
Rude took the pencil and swept out a line at an angle from right to left. He also drew a line three or four centimeters below Fang Yi's line. Rude's line was very thick. Because the pencil was tilted,
One line is thick on the top, and the entire flat line on the bottom has a fading effect.
After drawing the line, Rude did not stop, but drew another ripple line under the line, just like an electrocardiogram, with peaks and troughs appearing alternately. A total of about ten undulations appeared on the paper. But this time there were no
Instead of holding the pencil at an angle, he imitated Fang Yi just now, holding the pencil upright to draw out handsome thin lines.
"The same moment of separation, which one of you will come first?" After finishing this painting, Rude looked at Fang Yi and Keshma and asked.
"I'll go first!" Keshima took the pencil from Rudd's hand, then held his chin and looked at the lines on the paper for almost two minutes. Then he tilted the pencil and imitated Rudd's first move.
The root lines are drawn parallel lines at almost the same distance along the wavy lines.
After finishing the drawing, he handed the pencil to Fang Yi. Fang Yi thought for a while and finished drawing the parallel lines like Rude's first thick line.
As soon as Fang Yi finished drawing, he raised the pencil in his hand and looked at the two of them.
Rude and Keshma both had smiles on their faces, and all three of them understood that the other two were capable of playing with lines.
"This is too boring, let's play in a different way!" Keshima took the pencil, drew another line on the paper, and then handed the pencil to Fang Yi: "Use wavy lines to segment!"
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Fang Yi smiled after hearing this, and after thinking for three or four minutes, he drew the wave line. Whether it was the wave peak or the wave trough, the straight line from Keshima was kept in sight for about half a centimeter, and the span was quite large.
Big. Showing off his amazing line control.
"Wow!" Rude watched Fang Yi finish the drawing, smiled and praised, then took the pencil and started thinking about how to draw. After taking the fourth test, he started drawing lines, not only dividing straight lines, but also starting to divide squares.
The curve of ease.
The three of them started playing right away, racking their brains to stumble the people below. This thing was the most difficult for the third person to draw. The three of them had a great time, and Benjamin was also very happy to watch, and he couldn't stop watching it.
I learned the lines of the three of them in the palm of my hand and drew them in my heart, feeling them.
But Guan Fangfei and Osei felt bored. Not only were they bored, in the hearts of the two women, three grown men, two in their thirties and one in their twenties, were playing around drawing lines on a piece of paper? They are not elementary school students. Drawing
Is the line so fun? The two of them stood there for almost half an hour and both yawned.
Oseis glanced at Guan Fangfei, then nodded outside the door, indicating: Let's go out? Guan Fangfei nodded.
"It's so boring!" Oseis said to Guan Fangfei as soon as he walked out of the door.
"These people are so boring. They are just grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling, and your brother is quite absorbed in reading it," Guan Fangfei said.
The two women stood at the door and started chatting.
Fang Yi and the other three played for more than an hour and drew a total of twenty-four lines on the paper.
"This is the work of the three of us!" Keshma said, looking at the lines on the paper.
Rude opened his mouth and asked: "What's your name?".
"There are twenty-four lines in total, let's call them twenty-four lines!" Fang Yi said casually.