I heard that it was the work of three people. Benjamin who was standing next to him wanted to open his mouth, but he had to close his mouth. For this piece of paper with lines drawn on it, Benjamin really wanted to take it back and slowly ponder it and taste it.
However, what the three of them said made it difficult for him to speak.
Keshima turned around and looked at Benjamin's expression, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Forget it!" Benjamin smiled at Keshima and said.
Rude turned his eyes away at this time: "If you have anything to do, just say it directly!".
"I originally wanted to ask you if you could give me this line drawing, but forget about the work," Benjamin said.
Rude laughed after hearing this: "This is just a joke. Today you brought a friend to us. It's no problem for me to give you a painting!".
"It's not a problem for me," Keshima said. Neither of them knew whether they would become famous or not, nor did they know how much this work was worth. Now it's just a game for three people.
Both of them acted very generously and gave it away directly.
Fang Yi was able to guess some, but he didn't know when he became famous. It was obviously a bit stingy not to send Benjamin as a gift, so he could only nod along the way.
Since all three of them nodded, Keshima said jokingly: "Now we only have one common fan, Benjamin! Fang, have you made any money from the sale of your painting?".
"With a little money, a painting can cost several thousand dollars," Fang Yi said.
Rude heard this and said: "That's better than us. Now we make a living by painting stage backgrounds for others!".
"Then let's sign our names! Maybe Benjamin's descendants can exchange it for some money to spend in the future," Keshma said jokingly with a smile.
The three people signed their names on the paper one after another. Then Keshma applied a layer of protective fluid to the sketch. Then everyone sat back on the sofa.
"Fang! Are you still in Paris?" Keshma asked Fang Yi as soon as he sat down. Keshma seemed very enthusiastic about Fang Yi, who also drew high-level lines.
"Yeah! I'm studying high fashion in Paris," Fang Yi replied.
"Going to school?" Rude gave Fang Yi a strange look after hearing Fang Yi's words. He opened his mouth and said directly: "Is there any particularly outstanding professor in Paris Haute Couture? Why don't I remember it?"
Keshma also said: "It's almost enough for you to go to Paris and become a professor, but it's a bit ridiculous to go to school. I have also been to the Paris Academy of Fine Arts and these so-called elite art academies. In my opinion, it's just like that.
Using stereotyped methods, we train students who are stereotyped and self-righteous! They follow rigid rules and take rigid classes, thinking that scores can measure an artist’s achievements! In fact, it’s just bullshit!”
These words combined with the disdain on Keshima's face showed the arrogance in Keshima's heart. Although he can't even sell his own paintings now, his arrogance is still revealed unabashedly.
came out.
"I'm currently taking some classes on color. As for other things, I'm not interested." Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, "But I estimate that I will stay until the end of this semester. Even if I don't want to leave, I will leave!"
How could Fang Yi, who skipped almost every class, get to the next grade? Paris High School adopts an escape system. It's not like domestic schools where everything will be fine once you go to college. Here, some students can't be eliminated every year. Even so.
There are only a few hundred students in this school, less than a thousand. Every year some students are forced to leave the campus.
"Fang, let me give you a suggestion! Leave that cage-like school, do you want to study color?" Rude opened his hands: "Nature is the best color teacher, feel everything in pure nature, even if it is a
Flies just lying on dog poop have fascinating vitality!".
Fang Yi laughed after hearing this: "I am also thinking about this matter. I guess I won't be able to stay for long." At this point, he changed the subject: "Keshma, how long will you stay here?".
"At least more than two months," Keshima said, glancing at Rude who was sitting next to him. He looked at Rude and nodded and said, "Two months! Rude took over some work, let's take it together.
I can't leave until this is done. I can also earn some living expenses by the way! You can come here often in the past two months and let's discuss it together."
Fang Yi nodded.
"We've just been sitting here for a long time, what do you want to drink?" Rude then remembered that he was the host; the guests had stayed here until now and didn't even have a sip of coffee: "Barely no one comes here, so I
Forget about this!" After saying that, he stood up and wanted to prepare coffee.
"What time is it? Let's go out and eat something first. I'm going crazy with hunger." Oseis opened the door and walked in. He opened his mouth and said.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. I was having so much fun sketching that I forgot about dinner and other things.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Rude said with a smile. Although he said this, his expression was not embarrassed at all: "How about we drive to a small town not far away, which is only a twenty-minute drive.
There’s a little restaurant there!”.
Seeing that there didn't seem to be a place to eat in this small village, everyone nodded, walked out together and drove towards the restaurant with Rude pointing the way.
After dinner, they returned to Rude's house. Fang Yi, Rude, and Keshma began to look at the paintings in the room. Most of the works were by Rude, and the landscape completed on the easel was by Keshima.
Xima's. When he saw this painting, the word "master" popped into Fang Yi's mind. In terms of the level of painting, Xima was much better than his friend Rude, and the colors were more calm and sophisticated.
After looking at all Rude's paintings in the room, Fang Yi found one thing in common and asked Rude: "Your models are all of the same body shape!".
All the female models on Rude's canvas have a common feature, they are plump, but not the kind with a few swimming rings, but they look full of flesh. The texture on the canvas is emphasized by Rude.
The description described by De is very touching and charming. Each female model looks like someone just now
It’s like Rude painted it on the canvas just after having sex. The whole work exudes a very strong aura of human instinct. It was not obvious when I saw the landscape with the characters in the morning, but now it is clear at a glance when these works are laid out.
, this Rudd can definitely be regarded as the last communist painter.
"I like such a textured body. They summarize what inspires me, whether it is creative or physical, these things are deeply rooted in my mind..." After hearing Fang Yi's question, Rude began to talk.
He talked specifically about his hobbies and the creative inspiration these models brought to him. What he said was that he was full of passion, and he was very devoted and content with what he was doing.
Fang Yi and Keshma sounded normal, but Benjamin looked envious. Because Rude was talking about his creative process, that kind of ideological thing. But Osseus was a little uncomfortable listening to it.
Yes, some things are a bit difficult for little girls to accept. The one who almost felt nauseated was Guan Fangfei. Now Guan Fangfei thinks that Rude is even more disgusting, even a lewd and promiscuous social scum.
They chatted until about five o'clock before Fang Yi and the four of them took their leave, split into two cars and drove towards Paris, one behind the other.
When I went back, I switched to Fang Yi to drive.
"You won't become like Rude in the future! That's too disgusting!" Guan Fangfei looked at Fang Yi and said: "As a friend, I advise you to avoid interacting with him. How dirty! What is this?
Artists? They are just half-thinking animals!".
Fang Yi turned around and glanced at Guan Fangfei: "Don't use the domestic people's artist template to apply to outstanding painters. Because the vast majority of people do not meet the standards of virtue and art! For art, as long as you have the ability to
Genius thinking that pays attention to things, and the courage to pursue and explore, and finally add a free vitality, this constitutes the basic spiritual quality of an artist, and it has nothing to do with being moral or not!".
"Don't think you can mess with me because I don't understand anything!" Guan Fangfei turned her head and looked at Fang Yi. She opened her mouth and named several artists from China and Paris, and kept saying something in Fang Yi's ears.
Love between husband and wife means father is kind and son is filial.
After listening for a while, Fang Yi raised his hand and interrupted Guan Fangfei's words: "You compare the people you mentioned with Lu De, you really think less of them!".
"Other people's paintings are much better than what he sells. Not only is he a bad character, no one wants his paintings!" Guan Fangfei immediately retorted: "How can a person be so good at painting!".
After hearing this, Fang Yi shook his head disdainfully. Then he concentrated on driving his car.
Guan Fangfei talked for a while and looked at Fang Yi without saying a word before asking: "Why don't you refute me?".
"How do you want me to refute you? None of the people you mentioned can compare to Rudd. Just from the perspective of art itself, they can happily dance until they die, or add more than ten years after death!
"Fang Yi and Guan Fangfei don't want to talk about thoughts or anything like that. Not only can she not understand, but she can't accept it either.
In Fang Yi's opinion, Guan Fangfei is out of her mind. As soon as she mentions a family or a master, her high moral integrity and almost all the beautiful qualities of human beings are blurred.
The master is good at everything, the master is so warm and kind, the master is so gentle and elegant! These ideas are all nonsense, and Fang Yi is quite shameless for this kind of behavior. If nothing else, let’s just say that the old bastard in the Paris Museum is a master.
Level, Fang Yi only saw the damn quality and nothing else.
"You have a good feeling about him? You quite defend him." After a while, Guan Fangfei looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile.
"Lu De is outstanding! I think we might become friends. I'm only interested in his painting skills, and I don't pay much attention to his life!" Fang Yi watched Lu spit out a sentence.
"Then as a friend, you should persuade your friends to take the right path!".
Fang Yi turned around and glanced at Guan Fangfei: "How can he, a foreigner, take the right path? It's true that you study hard and make progress every day, and return to China early to serve the motherland! I didn't expect that you are quite concerned about other people's private lives.
, are you still preparing to save Rude, a fallen young man? If that’s what you think, I’d better advise you to forget it. In his eyes, those who think like you are mediocre and ineffective young men who have fallen behind!” (To be continued.