The women on the canvas are exactly the common images in classical works. Their skin is fair to rosy, their figures are plump and have a perfect sense of liveliness, and their bodies are soft. The woman seems to have just been captured in the canvas while standing.
The man pushed to the ground, supporting his body with his left hand, his buttocks and left leg flat on the ground, with most of his back facing the viewer, his upper body slightly
Slightly tilted, the plump and white body formed a fleshy mark on the waist because of this posture. The right arm was bent and raised to the forehead, with the five fingers stretched out above, showing a natural protective state in a panic situation.
In this posture, the round and natural bulge of the bust is naturally and completely presented to the viewer, which in the eyes of some people further enhances sensory stimulation.
The woman's head is looking diagonally upward at the man. The long golden wavy hair on her head is tied up from the two temples to the back of the woman's head, showing a female hairstyle commonly used in classical techniques. Half of her face is exposed.
The woman who was about to be whipped was astonishing
She is beautiful. The expression on her face is also very rich. Her face is naturally full of panic. But when you look carefully at the woman's eyes, you can't see much panic. There is more panic in the big blue eyes.
There was a sense of calmness and a hint of inexplicable joy at the time.
The man on the canvas is not as strong and powerful as the man in the classical painting, and even the little bird in the middle is not too exaggerated. He keeps his normal soft and croaking look. The man is not tall, according to the figure in the painting.
Judging from the proportions, it seems to be similar to the women on the ground. Although the figure is not too strong and muscular, the ancient steel-colored skin and smooth body show the beauty of a modern male body.
One of the man's hands stretched towards the woman. It seemed that it was this powerful push that caused the woman in the painting to fall to the ground. Her right leg took a small step forward. The body began to twist powerfully from the waist, and the head and neck were slightly
Looking down at the woman lying on the ground
, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were firm and solemn as he looked at the woman who was about to whip his whip. The man's right hand was raised high and waving the whip, and the little finger and ring finger of his right palm and his thumb were tightly holding the handle of the whip.
Middle and index fingers spread
Open. Looking at this posture, you can guess that the man's two hands were originally holding two circles rolled up with the body of the whip. Now one circle has become an arc. Only one circle is left in the air.
It has generally maintained its original shape and is also stretching.
Opening up, the whole whip tip is wrapped with a small strip of cloth. It has the red, white and blue colors of the French flag. The cloth strip and the whip tip pierce straight towards the space in the diagonal upper corner of the canvas, seeming to break through the canvas and reveal themselves.
That tenacity and strength that tightly wraps around the whip body.
The whole work is full of movement, like a powerful note, striking the viewer's soul. The twisted body, the flamboyant momentum, the contrast between the pride of women and the power of men, all of this attracts the attention of the viewer.
The eyes, the background and the ground are just black, showing a solid and transparent black beauty.
That's not all, a dog's head sticks out from the dark corner of the painting. The two dog eyes are not looking at the woman and man in the middle of the canvas. Instead, they are facing the canvas, looking at the person watching the painting.
When you look into the dog's eyes, it seems that everything on the canvas is happening in front of your eyes. Should you stop it or stand still?
Watch quietly, watching the sharp whip fall on the pink and delicate skin. You said you want to stop this violence, do the viewers have this qualification? The man in the canvas does not even look at you, completely pretending that you do not exist. He is arrogant.
You swing the whip in your hand, and the sound of the whip seems to be heard in your ears, but you can do nothing.
Fang Yi understood clearly that this was the war drum of Henri Beaubière. According to Fang Yi's own understanding, the woman in the canvas should represent classicism, whether it was the previous classicism or the new style with Ingres as its banner.
Classicism, the image of this woman represents the masters of their predecessors, while this thin and determined man seems to represent Henry himself. The three colors of the whip seem to represent Henry's complacency with French romance.
A kind of satisfaction.
As for the meaning on the canvas, is there any need to say? In Fang Yi's view, it is like the dustbin waving a whip, beating the previous classicism and proudly declaring its own power. No matter which angle Fang Yi looks at the entire work, it is
It can prove the lawless arrogance and self-confidence in the dumpster's heart.
Think about the tension of this picture and the meaning contained in it. How flamboyant the old guy must be, just short of being like James Cameron, shouting "I am the king of the world" at the Oscars. That's it.
In Fang Yi's opinion, he was even more arrogant than Cameron. He pushed all classicism to the ground and waved his whip. In Fang Yi's opinion, this arrogance was almost pathological, like...
Nietzsche, a psychopath, said that he was like the sun.
It goes without saying that the senior masters are like this, and it goes without saying to all living beings in the contemporary era. I guess deep in the heart of the old guy, the current momentum is like a dumpster going to participate in the Huashan Mountain Sword Discussion. When the old guy stands on the top of Huashan Mountain, he draws his sword and looks around.
He was shouting: Who can fight among the heroes of the world? In the end, after shouting for a long time, nothing happened.
The person responded, and looked down again, Dong Xie Xi Du and the others were resting panting halfway up the mountain. They couldn’t climb to the top of the mountain for a while! I’m afraid the old guy is looking at the entire painting world with that kind of pride and pride.
That's what I mean. There is no opponent, the master is lonely, and the lonely master is so complacent.
This arrogance, this arrogance, in Fang Yi's opinion, the trash can also has some qualifications. After Ingres, countless artists are helpless with classicism, looking at the senior masters standing tall, and countless younger generations can only look at the camera
and many technological media have started anew.
, this is the so-called great art era. Now a great master has stood in front of everyone, using his works to tell the artists of the world: It is not that classicism is dead, but that you are incompetent! You can only live in the shadow of the predecessors.
Under the shadow of mediocrity, there is no enterprising spirit!
Fang Yi looked at the works in his eyes, and the feelings in his heart could be said to be numerous and full of emotions.
"Can you also understand my work?" Just as Fang Yi was deep in thought, Popile's unpleasant voice came from the side.
Turning his head slightly, he saw the old man standing next to Kesima and Anders two or three meters away, with his head held high and a disgusting look like a big rooster, France's national bird. He was a short version of the Gallic rooster.
chicken!
"Children in kindergarten can understand it, right? Do you think your painting is very meaningful?" Keshma also didn't have a good temper. In the spirit of losing skill but not losing battle, he directly looked at Popile and counterattacked.
Although you drew a cow, but you teased me in front of my face, how could I be so embarrassed and slap you on the face? What a beautiful thought!
Bobile didn't know what was going on today. He seemed to be in a good mood. After hearing this sentence, he didn't get angry as before. Instead, Fang Yi nodded in surprise: "You guys who are linearists are just...
You can see this step, but you can't understand things that are too deep! Keep working hard, and when you are eighty years old, you can see clearly when you look at my current works. Don't be too ambitious now, go back quickly
Hone your skills”.
After hearing this, Artur frowned and looked at Bobiel with an angry look, while Rude had a cold face, clenching his fists and looking at the protruding veins on the back of his hands, maybe he would retaliate.
Lao Quan Keshma also had a cold face and stared at the old thing with anger.
Anders, who was next to him, looked at Popile and said cheerfully: "It seems that you don't understand linearism. Come to our studio when you have time. With your qualifications, it will be enough to learn it for five or six years."
I can draw something decent." After saying that, he took two steps and arrived in front of Bobil. The height of the Nordic man immediately took advantage of him. Bobil had to raise his head to look at Anders.
This situation forced the old man to take two steps back and looked at Anders. Fang Yi could not help but reveal a smile on his face.
Just as the old man was about to speak, a woman walked over not far away and said, "Henry, so you are here!" Then she twisted her waist and walked to Bobiel's side, and naturally took the old man's arm.
Then he began to look at Keshma and Fang Yi.
"Who are you?" The woman is not young, but not too old either. She looks like she is in her early thirties, but her skin is well maintained. Generally speaking, European and American women in their thirties are not very good if they don't wear makeup.
You can see it, but this person has basically no makeup and her skin looks white and her lips are red. What can I say?
She is a bit too stunning, but she can definitely be considered a beauty. Coupled with the natural charm of a mature woman, and the hint of charm between her eyebrows, it makes people feel lighter at first sight. The whole person looks like
A ripe peach, plump and juicy, looks very delicious.
The young woman's style is very good, but Fang Yi doesn't like it. Keshma doesn't seem to like it. Artur has a bottom one around him now, so he doesn't care much. Anders looked at it several times.
The most unbearable thing was the old boy Rude. He was already good at this style and liked plump peaches the most. He looked at the woman holding Popile's arm and looked him up and down several times.
"Hello, beautiful lady." Rude immediately put aside his unhappiness, took two steps to the woman's side, naturally picked up her hand, and touched the back of her hand with his lips.
, and then let go in a gentlemanly manner: "I am Ruud van Drusset."
The woman smiled and said: "I know you, linearist artist." After that, she turned around and looked at the remaining four people: "I think these four are the remaining ones."
"Well, indeed. Several of our friends came here together." Rude nodded and said, "Has anyone ever praised you? Your figure is simply perfect. I hope I can have the honor of inviting you to be my model."
After hearing this, the woman lightly covered her mouth and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm not very interested."
"What a pity! What a pity!" Rude looked at the woman and shook his head while occasionally glancing at Bobiel next to him. His eyes clearly said: What a flower stuck in the cow dung!
It’s good to put it in your own vase! (To be continued...)