Decided to start 'developing' a new pigment oil, Fang Yi still managed to dry it decently. Although there was no big danger, it was just a matter of steaming and boiling. However, Fang Yi still made it very formal, what about goggles and a mask?
Everything is available, and I almost set up a small handicraft workshop in the corner of the living room where I live.
However, after working for four or five days, Bellonica couldn't bear the smell of Fang Yi's research and the mixed smells from those things. Fang Yi was kicked out of his 'own' house by his girlfriend. Bello
Nika also repeatedly stated that if Fang Yi did it in the living room again, he would kick Fang Yi out.
There was no other way, so Fang Yi had to ask people in the village to help him build a small house as a small workshop for paint production about twenty meters away from the small house.
The small house is very simple, with an area of more than 60 square meters, all made of wood. The five or six workers hired are also Murakami's old masters. These French farmers are quite skilled in doing this. And the wood is also
I bought it ready-made and it only took three days of work to build a small, simple house with a height of more than two meters, with wooden walls on all four sides.
"Fang! Do you want to put some floors inside? The heating and other things need to be turned on. Winter is coming soon!" A French villager with a mustache suggested to Fang Yi. The house Fang Yi rented is still there.
The house rented by Anders belongs to him. He was very enthusiastic about Fang Yi building a small house and announcing that he would give it to him free of charge when he moved out.
There is nothing you can do about it. If you want to build a house on other people's land, you need to get their permission. Such exchanges are inevitable. Although these villagers are very simple, they are still not careless when it comes to talking about money. Europeans are
This virtue has money soaked into his bones. This makes Fang Yi very shameless. He is not at all as generous as the villagers in China where he lived before!
"Just turn on the heating! As for the floor, we don't need it. The whole cement floor will be flat. At most, we can just get a terrazzo floor. After all, we will need to put some equipment and an electric grinder!" Fang Yi thought for a while and then
Cross out the floor line. How can I use the floor in a small workshop? The hard ground is really durable.
The villager nodded after hearing this: "You are the boss, you have the final say! Tomorrow we can erect the beams. Then nail the wooden boards on them, lay waterproof linoleum on them, and lay tiles on them. That's it. If
If it doesn’t rain, it will take up to three days of work!”.
"Well! Anyway, the forecast said there will be no rain in the past few days!" Fang Yi was very satisfied with the progress. Seeing his small workshop slowly taking shape, he felt a little happy.
Ding ding dong! The music on the phone rang for a while, and Fang Yi took out the phone from his pocket. He looked at the phone number: international long distance! Needless to say, it was opened from within the country. It was a landline, and it looked like the call was coming from Mingzhu.
of.
He shook the cell phone in his hand at the villagers, indicating that he would answer the call. He walked aside and picked up the call: "Hey! Who is this?".
"It's me!" Qu Gu's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Fang Yi said happily: "Qu Gu, why are you and Su Meng coming to Europe?".
"Now I am no longer my girlfriend, Su Meng is my wife! In about ten days, my wife and I will go to Paris and call you to inform you to do the reception! By the way, you will be the tour guide! In addition, Luan Xiao will arrive with us!
”.
"The French Embassy finally let him come over?" Fang Yi chuckled twice and asked on the other end of the phone.
"Let him come over. But he still has to take French classes in France for about a year! If we hadn't waited for him, we would have set off twenty days ago!" Qu Gu said.
"Okay! Come on! I'll receive you when you get here!" Fang Yi agreed: "When you come, you will live in the house I rented in Paris!" The original house is still due in three or four months. Fang Yi and
Beronica didn't refund the rent either. Even though she paid the rent, she didn't get it back and now she's still keeping it!
"It's up to you! Just don't forget to come and pick us up when the time comes!" Qu Gu said, "That's right! I haven't congratulated you yet. I heard that the art exhibition in the United States is quite good, with more than 200,000 US dollars!".
"Where is it! Small money, small money!" Fang Yi cheerfully said modestly and modestly.
"This is true or not! Let's stop talking and let's meet and chat!" Qu Gu laughed twice and hung up the phone.
Fang Yi had just put his cell phone back into his pocket when he heard it ring again. He took it out and saw that it was Nick Gray calling, so he had to stop and answer the call.
As soon as the phone call came through, Nick just said hello on the other end, and before he could wait for Fang Yi to greet him, he suddenly asked: "Fang! How did you come up with color?".
Fang Yi was stunned when he heard this. He thought for a moment before replying: "According to Angel's custom!". Of course, Fang Yi understood what Nick meant by color system, which was Angel's.
The restored color of the study of the female body.
"Have you decided on the plan?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and asked again.
Nick immediately said: "We discussed the plan with friends from the British Museum, and one of them said that he had seen a copy of the work before! The color of the work sent back is almost exactly the same as what you inferred! I am very curious, you
How did you guess the color of the damage?".
Fang Yi took a breath, turned his head and said, "When I looked at your plan, I felt that the colors were a bit too ordinary. This painting by Ingres is at its peak.
There should be stricter requirements for color matching, so I speculated that it might be such a color! A feeling from the heart made me match such a color scheme!"
This sentence by Fang Yi is just nonsense. There are so many colors that it is difficult to guess where it is. And Fang Yi never thought that there are still copy works left!
When the British man discovered this copy work, he immediately identified it as an imitation of Ingres' style, because even if he thought it was a copy and had never seen the original work, he could not be sure about Ingres.
The existence of this work was not confirmed until the French people passed the painting on. This is a copy work, and although the quality is average, the colors on it are not too bad.
I feel that this thing is the most unreliable and the easiest to use as an excuse. When Fang Yi said this, Nick couldn't find any reason to deny it.
Nick didn't make this call to deny Fang Yi and get to the bottom of it, nor did he want to drag Fang Yi into anatomy. This artist who is obsessed with restoring works has always thought that Fang Yi is a wonder in the restoration world.
, but the path he took was not the 'correct' one! He had an inexplicable 'sense of mission' for Fang Yi and always wanted to save Fang Yi from the 'wrong path'.
"How about you do the restoration of this work? Are you interested?" Nick heard Fang Yi's explanation. But he didn't care about the explanation and directly expressed his thoughts!
"Me?" Fang Yi asked in surprise.
"Yes, that's right! You come to restore this work," Nick said affirmatively. As one of the teachers of high-end decoration, and caring about Fang Yi, he naturally knew that Fang Yi was good at classical techniques and could make high-end decoration.
The interview teacher praised the technique, which is quite reliable.
After thinking about it for a moment, Fang Yi agreed: "Okay! I'll try to repair it!" Fang Yi really couldn't bear to watch them ruin the master's work, so he naturally agreed.
"Okay! Come to the museum tomorrow if you are free," Nick said to Fang Yi after hearing this.
The two chatted for a while before hanging up the phone. Fang Yi naturally continued to watch the construction progress of his small workshop.
Early the next morning, Fang Yi drove to the museum, was led through the gate by Nick, and went straight to Nick's studio.
"The original damaged areas have been cleaned up!" Standing in front of the canvas, Fang Yi saw that the original damaged areas had been cleaned out, and the foundation had been repainted.
He knew that the foundation had been thoroughly dried. For an experienced restorer of works, Nick did not make any mistakes in doing these things. He was very strict in re-basing.
Nick said: "If it weren't for the news from the UK, more than half of it would have been repaired by now!" After saying that, he brought Fang Yi an accurate picture of the repair strips. In the picture, the center surrounded by light-colored bars is
The part to be repaired.
Fang Yi glanced at it and asked, "Where are the colors? Are they all ready?" Fang Yicai had no interest in drawing or drafting any manuscripts, so he would have to spend at least half a month struggling here. How could such a thing be done?
After spending so much time with people like Nick, I just asked where the color is.
"This has been prepared for a long time." Nick pointed to a small cart with a steel frame next to it. It contained not only paint but also the oil that Angel was used to using at that time.
Fang Yi took one look, pushed the car directly in front of the work, and started squeezing paint on the palette. In minutes, a fan-shaped paint ring of six colors appeared on the palette.
Seeing Fang Yi pick up the paintbrush, Nick asked: "Just paint now?".
"I've seen Ingres's works countless times. It's okay," Fang Yi said. Looking at the expression on Nick's face, he comforted Nick: "I started painting from the middle. If it doesn't fit, it's easy to shovel it off!"
Do you think this is okay?".
Nick nodded solemnly after hearing this: "Then you try it first, starting from the middle. If you can't grasp it, let's start a small draft!".
Nodding, Fang Yi dipped his paintbrush in color and began to paint in the middle of the cleared area.
Nick looked worriedly for about ten minutes and then felt relieved. Fang Yi did not cross the line, he started from the middle, and the brushstroke style was like Angel's.
Nick didn't know that the current Fang Yi didn't have Angel's habits. In a sense, the Fang Yi standing in front of the easel now was Angel!
Nick soon discovered that Fang Yi had almost no pause, and a stroke of color fell on the blank canvas with pure Ingres-style brushstrokes. Nick saw the scene in front of him and couldn't think about it.
When I picked up other things, I just watched the strokes melting into the canvas one by one, and I kept thinking in my heart: Genius! Well, a genius who has taken a wrong path.
After three hours in the morning, Nick was not worried that Fang Yi would make no mistakes anymore, because he believed that even the things he drew carefully would not be better than what Fang Yi had drawn now.
In the afternoon, Fang Yi continued to paint. The person standing behind him was not just Nick. There were also two old men standing quietly behind Fang Yi, watching Fang Yi smoothly repairing the work of Master Angel during his peak period.
The work is not so much a restoration, it is better to say that Fang Yi is painting Ingres now. (To be continued...)
ps: Recommend a friend's book "Jinyi Takes Power", ISBN 3210598, which tells the story of the soul of an elite soldier passing through the body of a little Jinyiwei. If you like it, you can read it. /波OK/