In front of a small bush outside the town, a model had her body half exposed, with a thin layer of light green sand covering her young skin. One hand gently held the hem of the sand skirt, and the other hand held the edge of the small bush beside her.
, and behind him is a small Pingting tree that can only partially block the sun, with little bits of sunlight falling on the model's body.
Not far from the model, four easels were arranged in a semi-circle, one every two or three meters from left to right, Fang Yi, Keshma, Artur and Anders.
He was concentrating on painting the model. Rude did not join Fang Yi and the four others because Rude preferred to paint models in an indoor background. There is also a model in Rude's studio, but now the time
I don’t know whether I am painting or communicating between spirit and body.
Now Fang Yi somewhat understands why Paris has become the art capital of the world. Not only the Parisians but also the people in this remote Paris town have a tolerant heart towards artists.
The life of people in small towns is not as fast-paced as in Paris, and they do not have such an open concept of life as people in urban Paris. In Fang Yi's opinion, these people just live a Tahara pastoral style of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Although their lives are quite conservative, they are quite friendly and understanding towards Fang Yi and the other four, especially Lu De, an erotic artist, and they do not show the strong love and hatred like Guan Fangfei.
Fang Yi even thinks that in their eyes, the names of artists are like children who have not grown up mentally, with a little unruly thoughts in their minds, and a little unruly and rebellious behavior!
"Artur, how about we go on a date? Let's start by inviting me to dinner!" The female model, who was easily holding the bush in her hand, said jokingly to Artur, who was painting.
Artur blushed and replied while drawing: "Not good!".
"Why? Is it because I'm not pretty enough? Or is my figure not good enough?" the female model continued to look at the blushing Altur and asked.
"You are very beautiful, but you are not my type!" Artur stopped the brush in his hand for a while, thought carefully before replying.
Hahaha! The female model laughed softly after hearing this.
If you didn’t know Artur Fang Yi, it would be hard to imagine that a thirty-two-year-old man could be so shy, with a childish shyness. Fang Yi liked each of the three models he signed.
Teasing the young Norwegian artist and having fun doing it.
"Angel, go on a date with me!" Anders said to the female model: "I am much more humorous than Artur! When I was young, I even doubted whether there was something wrong with Artur's orientation!".
Artur was a little unhappy after hearing this, and said defensively: "I like girls! Anders, don't talk nonsense!".
After hearing this, Anders raised his hands as if helpless, spread his hands and shook his head. Then he continued to draw his painting.
"You're not cute enough!" Angel, the female model, looked at the tall Anders and said, "You're not as cute as Altur!".
Fang Yi and Keshima couldn't help but smile on their lips after hearing this.
Anders looked at the female model and said: "Your orientation is also a bit weird. You are actually interested in cartoon-like characters like our Artur. You! You are very evil!" At this point, Anders used
He pointed at Angel with the pen in his hand, tilted his head and said.
"Anders, you don't understand women. A talent like Artur can attract girls." Angel raised his head and straightened his chest. The pink color in his chest just stood in the air: "It can inspire greatness in a woman's heart."
Motherly feelings!”.
"Hahaha!" After hearing this, Fang Yi and Keshma couldn't bear it any longer, and both laughed softly.
"Is this a compliment?" Artur blinked at Angel, and then asked curiously: "I don't understand a little bit!".
As soon as these words came out, even Angel laughed.
Artur looked at Fang Yi and others laughing, then touched his head and said to himself: "Is it so funny?" After saying that, he continued to paint on his canvas.
Fang Yi looked at Artur and couldn't help but think of the time when he devoted himself to painting in China. At that time, he was allowed to feel like this. Like Artur now, he didn't care about things other than painting.
He doesn't care, but Artur is a little deeper. He doesn't even want to wonder if some jokes are maliciously making fun of him. In his eyes, there is no room for anything except painting. Including this beautiful model in front of him.
girl.
"Okay, friends, hurry up. There's still more than half an hour. Lawrence should be here! And Angel's time is coming too. Guys, hurry up!" Keshma looked at the watch on his hand and said.
Thirty-five-year-old Keshma has a somewhat serious personality and pays great attention to time. He is usually not late for appointments and does not like others to be late. He is not even as lazy as an Italian. Let Fang Yi explain.
Hima is more like a German born in Italy. His personality in life is a bit more serious and rigid.
What’s even more bizarre is that Keshma hardly uses a mobile phone and prefers to use the ancient way of writing letters when communicating with friends. His letter is not a simple one or two pages, it is directly equivalent to a package, and there may be something in it.
It also includes some sketches of my current paintings.
The Lawrence Keshima was talking about was Zou Heming that Fang Yi was talking about, and he was also the owner of the gallery signed by the five people. This time, he mainly came to see the progress of the five people's works, and then said that there were still some things to discuss.
"I'm almost done!" Fang Yi put down the brush in his hand after saying that. I didn't know how fast he could paint before, but now I have other people comparing it, and Fang Yi is better than Ke Xi for the same and similar works.
Ma and these people are faster, thanks to Fang Yi's solid basic skills.
"Give me another fifteen minutes!" Anders said, holding up his brush.
"I'll be fine in five or six minutes," Artur also said.
In the following time, everyone became serious and concentrated on their canvases. Fang Yi stood one meter behind the three friends and looked at their paintings. During this time, everyone has made little progress.
Xiao, including Fang Yi himself, the progress bar in his mind has reached 98%, and he is about to reach the master level.
After spending such a long time with these friends, Fang Yi realized the saying, three people become a tiger! As the saying goes, it is three cobblers who can stand up to Zhuge Liang! In the exploration of colors, the joining of five people can obviously speed up the process.
Speeding up, sometimes it’s like brainstorming,
One person raises a question. Others can give refutations based on their own experience in painting, or put forward more complete ideas to fill in the gaps. And different ideas or ideas are also put into practice by others. This alone is like
It's much faster for Yi to explore alone.
Less than twenty minutes later, a few people packed up their things, carried their easels in one hand and their completed works in the other and walked towards the rented house.
Fang Yi lives in a small house next to the barn, while Anders and Altur live on the upper floor of the barn. The lower floor is a simple bar and studio. Usually, the five of them spend time there every night.
Sitting in the small courtyard in front of the barn, we went to the small bar to drink some wine together, chatting about artistic exploration and perfecting a common style.
When they arrived at the door, Angel gave everyone a kiss: "It's time for me to go back! See you next time!".
"See you next time!" Fang Yi and others said to Angel.
Angel got in the car and rolled down the window. He made a phone call gesture to Artur, and then said silently through his mouth: Call me!
Fang Yi couldn't help but smile again.
"Brad? Pitt!" Anders reached out and patted Altur's shoulder gently and said, "Why does every girl like you?" After speaking, he pretended to wipe his face, raised his head and blinked.
, pretending not to let the tears flow down.
"Quietly go find your waiter!" Artur glanced at his friend and said.
"I like waitresses! As Fang said, I like to please them. Change their view of the world and make them more beautiful!" Anders said.
Here I have to mention Anders as a weirdo. He likes waiters, and not the kind that are very spicy. I like waitresses with a little, in Anders' words, a little bit of country flavor. Also.
That is to say, the kind of girl who wears short hot pants and bends over to expose a section of her groin, and a quarter to a fifth of her hip line below, and wears a navel ring to reveal her small waist, is not Anders's cup of tea.
Dels likes girls with ponytails, flat shoes and plaid clothes. He is happy to chase these girls who look rustic.
At this point, Fang Yi joked: Anders prefers to please the working people!
Let’s not talk about Rude’s weirdness. He likes to get involved with models. As for Keshma, he hasn’t discovered it yet.
The four of them entered the room talking and laughing, then placed their works on the easel and waited for Rude to come over. Then they all commented on their works together and waited for others to give their opinions.
After sitting on the sofa, the four of them chatted quietly for almost ten minutes. Keshma looked at the watch on his hand and said, "Rudd is spending time on models again?".
"Let me call you!" Fang Yi said and stood up from the sofa, put the beer bottle in his hand on the table and walked towards the door.
Arriving at the door of Rude's house, Fang Yi listened for a while and found that there was no big noise inside, so he knocked on the door: "Rude! Everyone is waiting for you, look at the time and Lawrence is almost here!".
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the door open, and Rude said while buttoning his clothes: "Come right away! Why don't you come in and wait for me to leave together!".
Fang Yi glanced into the room and saw the female model lying on the sofa with her arms and legs spread out. She opened her mouth and said, "Forget it, I'll go over first!" After taking two steps, he turned back to Rude and said, "Man!
Can you change the place? On the picture cabinet or on the carpet, but not on that damn sofa! I’ll be shadowed next time I sit there!”.
"We got together in a different place anyway, right?" Rude said to Fang Yi, then turned around and went back to the house to find his pants.