"Yeah! I can barely put it down." Fang Yi looked at the huge canvas that had been framed in the living room, nodded and said to himself.
Beronica next to her looked at the huge canvas a few steps away and said: "I don't know why you are so crazy. You are going to complete some Rembrandt. What if you finish such a thankless task?"
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"It's just for fun. It's boring to paint in your current style all day long, isn't it?" Fang Yi said to his girlfriend without looking back, clasping his hands on his chest.
After carrying her small bag, Beronica walked to Fang Yi and kissed her boyfriend gently on the side of his face: "I went to the gallery and may come back later tonight. You and Lu
Let's eat together!" After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.
Fang Yi looked at his girlfriend's back and asked loudly: "You really don't want me to go?".
"Forget it." Beronica reached the door and raised her arm to Fang Yi and waved lightly: "What did others think when I introduced you? Now when someone introduces me, they say I am the linearist artist Fang Yi.
I’m my girlfriend, why don’t you go to the art exhibition and cause more chaos?”
Fang Yi turned his head and continued to look at the canvas in front of him and muttered softly: What's so embarrassing about this? What they said is the truth, you are my girlfriend!
After watching it for two or three minutes, Fang Yi opened his sketchbook and looked at how to lay out the canvas in front of him. After thinking about it for about five minutes, Fang Yi directly pushed his painting cart over and jumped
I got on a chair and started painting.
Entering Rembrandt's mode, I felt the enthusiasm of this great master when he was creating. The wild and rushing oil paint was swaying freely, and the colors on the canvas followed Fang Yi's arms, obeying the call of the brain, like flowing water.
Wild things piled up in front of Fang Yi's eyes.
Rough brushstrokes, an unfinished final effect, and vulgar and wild characters, Fang Yi was quite happy to draw. When he was waiting to stop, Fang Yi even turned on his computer and went to the audiobook site to play on demand.
Played "Don't Cry" by Guns N' Roses.
Following the music, Fang Yi once again stood in front of the canvas, waving his brush, because this work was not his own creation, and the general layout of changes had been arranged in his mind. Fang Yi's own consciousness had already
I took a step back in my brain and thought about it as if it were big at this moment.
The person who partially controls the body is another Rembrandt, who is painting according to the layout conceived by Fang Yi. But mentally, Fang Yi's consciousness can empathize with this Rembrandt's consciousness, feeling that this great master is in trouble.
I felt proud and unyielding in my heart at that time.
Just like his golden self-portrait, it silently mocked the so-called art-savvy world at that time. In that painting, Rembrandt, bathed in golden light, painted himself like God. He looked at it with contempt.
The appreciators standing in front of their works seem to be telling everyone that it’s not that my painting style has become vulgar and ugly, but that you people don’t understand what art is at all. Now worship me. Because I know who I am!
After listening to it four or five times, Fang Yi unknowingly opened his mouth and sang along with the music: ohbaby, and don’tyoucrytonight!
Listening to the same song over and over again. Fang Yi danced and selflessly painted the work in front of him. The thick and wild brushstrokes on the canvas fell one after another, and some of the rough and simple lines were even a little messy.
The colored dots seem to be thrown up from the brush, and then blend with the colors on the canvas.
At this moment, Fang Yi's brush and music became one, and his whole brain was as excited as rushing lava. If Qu Gu and others saw Fang Yi at this moment, they might think that the half-crazy Fang Yi from before was back.
Is there anyone watching now? Of course there is. At first, Anders came over to ask Fang Yi to come over for dinner. Seeing Fang Yi in such a condition, of course he knew that his friend was excited. This feeling had also appeared in his own
He had forgotten about asking Fang Yi to eat. He was half-leaning against the cabinet on the wall behind Fang Yi, concentrating on watching his friend paint.
Anders left and never returned, so the remaining three had to send Artur over. Unexpectedly, Artur didn't come back five minutes after he passed.
"What happened today?" Keshima, who had returned to the small village, looked at Rude beside him and asked: "It's time to climb back even if you have to crawl back and forth on this small road."
Keshima returned to Europe alone, and then returned to the small village alone. Fang Yi and the other four did not know what happened. After returning, Keshima was the same as usual. He often tried to ask the result every time, but was defeated.
Xima changed the topic. After asking once, no one mentioned this matter again. Fang Yi naturally didn't mention it again, letting his friends keep it a little secret.
"Let's take a look together and see what these people are doing." Rude stood up from his table and pushed the plate in front of him forward.
Keshima watched Rude stand up, and also stood up from the table with Rude. The two walked side by side towards Fang Yi's cabin.
When the two arrived at the small fence door, they heard the music of Guns and Roses coming from the house. Rude paused and stopped opening the small door: "Fang Yi also listens to such intense rock music?
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"Maybe Anders put it in there, but these three people didn't even eat after listening to Yi Le. This situation is a bit strange." Xima Luo thought for a moment and then opened his mouth and said, patting Rude after saying that.
With his shoulder, he signaled Rude to quickly open the door and go in.
"Playing again?" The two people arrived at the door, listened to the music playing again and again, looked at each other, and read some thoughts in each other's eyes.
Pushing the door gently, the door was not locked and opened a crack. When the two walked in, they saw Fang Yi standing on a table where two chairs were combined, drawing and swinging his body gently.
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When Anders saw Keshima and his two friends coming in, he immediately put his fingers on his hands, made a silent gesture to the two friends, and then opened his lips and silently uttered one word to them: Hi.
Woolen cloth.
Rude and Keshma remained silent. They stood next to their two friends and watched Fang Yi concentrate on processing the canvas effects. After watching for a while, Rude couldn't help but took two steps forward and stood at Fang Yi's station.
Behind the chair, Fang Yi's brushstrokes are so familiar. As a Dutchman who has not long been studying painting, it can be said that the first time I saw a painting in a museum was by Rembrandt. How could I not know that Fang Yi is now familiar with it?
What is the style of Yihua?
Standing behind Fang Yi, the more he looked at Rude, the more shocked he became. How could this be imitating Rembrandt? Thinking of this, Rude subconsciously rubbed his eyes. If the back figure standing on the chair was too familiar to him,
Rude is about to suspect that Rembrandt's ghost has found someone to possess him.
Unbelievable, unbelievable! An idea came to Rude's heart like a stormy sea. He really didn't know how to describe his friend. It was one thing to copy Rembrandt's works, but he could draw nothing in front of him.
Rembrandt at his peak
The brushstroke technique and the miraculous grasp of light. And I, a person who has copied it countless times and almost imprinted it on my mind, can't tell at all which part belongs to my friend. This is completely lifelike.
A Rembrandt.
Guan Jian and Lu De still don’t know what Fang Yi is painting. The dark walls are covered with gray and old rough wood grains. There are some obvious wood scars on them in some places, and there is even a deep stripe.
Deep cracks make the wall appear dilapidated on the canvas.
Fang Yi didn't notice at all that time was slipping away quietly around him. The four friends behind him successively called him to have dinner, and they all stayed quietly in his living room. Now Fang Yi could only think of other things.
When I was painting, the first thing I thought about was to build my own big studio as soon as possible, or I thought it would be great if I could be in my own studio in Shicheng now. I could display a whole piece of work instead of dividing it into several parts like now.
Blocks to draw.
After nearly an hour, Fang Yi stopped, not because the excitement period was over, but because he was too excited, and his eyes seemed to be hallucinating. Not only his eyes, but also the brush in his hand.
It was shaking slightly when he was doing it. This situation forced Fang Yi to stop. He turned around and threw the paintbrush into a small bucket a few meters away. He watched the paintbrush stick hit the edge of the bucket and then dropped.
When he reached the ground next to him, he couldn't help but cursed softly: Damn it!
It's not because the brush didn't go in, but because the paint on the brush fell to the floor. If this situation is not dealt with, when waiting for Beronica to come back, I am sure to say something about myself.
He jumped down from the chair, his knees couldn't help but softened, and Fang Yi almost fell, and he uttered another sentence of "Damn it". Fang Yi knew that he had been standing for too long, and there was still half of the sentence on his lips.
, Fang Yi swallowed the rest into his stomach. Because he saw his four friends looking at him with smiles on their faces.
"When did you come?" Fang Yi put the palette in his hand on the painting cart, then picked up the cloth on the cart, squatted down, threw the paintbrush into the bucket, and began to wipe the paint on the floor.
pigment.
"I've been here for more than an hour. Seeing how devoted you are in painting and how attractive your dancing is, we just watched it together for a while," Anders said jokingly.
At this moment, Artur thought about it and asked: "Is it true that you said you would complete Rembrandt's painting? I thought you were joking."
After hearing this, Rude stared at Yi's unfinished work in front of him and asked: "What painting should I complete?". After listening to Artur's explanation, Rude turned his head and looked at Fang Yi in disbelief.
: "How do you know what the remaining parts of Rembrandt's paintings are about? Have you seen the remaining parts? Where are they? Why have I never heard from you?" A series of questions were pointed at Fang Yi like machine guns.