Fang Yi didn't take it seriously about the two old men Liu Hongshuo and Liu Yuchan's joint attack. Whether his paintings could be famous in Europe or how many people in Europe could paint to his own level, Fang Yi didn't care. Until now, Fang Yi didn't care.
At that time, Fang Yi didn't think deeply about how much his paintings would sell for in the future, or even whether his paintings could be sold for money. Fang Yi never thought about it.
If this matter is told, many people will not understand it. As a painter, why don't you think about how much money your paintings can sell? Firstly, Fang Yi is only seventeen years old, and secondly, it is a family problem.
You have food, drink, and nothing to worry about. In Fang Yi’s opinion, why are you thinking so much and going so far! If you can sell it, how much money will it cost? Isn’t it just for eating, dressing, and sleeping? It’s so difficult that if your paintings don’t sell for money, these things will be gone.
Is it? Obviously not! Fang Yi’s parents’ ability to make money, especially his father Fang Guohua, has great potential to be tapped!
In the words of later generations, Fang Yi is a standard old man, or he will be given the title of rich second generation when the time comes. Is it interesting that he is always thinking about how to make money when he is fine? What if Fang Yi said he would rather play two games?
Even Soul Fighter is unwilling to waste energy on this aspect. You heard it right! Fang Yi used the word waste.
If someone says to Fang Yi that you want to be independent or become successful, Fang Yi will definitely reply: My parents don’t care about this, so what does it have to do with you? As for finding something to do to support the family, I’m afraid it’s
If you put it in front of Fang Yi, it would be a joke! Now Fang Yi's little mind is thinking about how to draw, and with his little girlfriend, he can't put anything else in his mind.
After he achieved proficiency in sketching, Fang Yi began to consciously slow down his sketching, doing more oil paintings and doing sketching when he had free time. After the breakthrough in color, the focus was put on sketching.
Liu Hongshuo's change in Fang Yi's focus made Liu Hongshuo a little curious. Sometimes he even wondered why his students had devoted so much energy to sketching in recent times. His already good sketching skills had improved, but he always thought that his students were just picking up sesame seeds.
Throw the watermelon.
Liu Hongshuo just thought about it in his heart and did not say anything to stop Fang Yi. The seventeen-year-old boy would not waste much time by taking a detour, not to mention that he was the teacher watching. Even from the bottom of his heart, Liu Hongshuo still felt that
I hope my students will have some setbacks so that they can grow better.
What Liu Hongshuo didn't know was that his student was still a little paranoid. After he became proficient in sketching, he naturally thought that he could become proficient in everything. It's a bit like obsessive-compulsive disorder, but Fang Yi is a balanced type!
When the three experience bars are put together, I hope they are not too different. If one of them is too different, I will keep thinking about it as long as I see it, to the point of scratching my head and scratching my head. I will feel uncomfortable if I don't do it!
Fortunately, this symptom is not too obvious, and Fang Yi can accept it if he is almost long. If he keeps having the same Fang Yi, he will be crazy!
At about seven o'clock in the evening, Fang Yi was sketching in the studio as usual, and the subjects were characters. The model was Zhao Jie, the only model Fang Yi knew.
It's just that Fang Yi doesn't have to pay now. Zhao Jie is paid to teach her how to draw and sketch. Of course, Zhao Jie can't always stay in Liu Hongshuo's studio, but Fang Yi comes over when he needs models. There are more studios tonight
He met someone, and his current identity is Fang Yi’s senior brother: Zhou Tong!
Zhao Jie was copying Fang Yi's paintings in front of his easel, while Zhou Tong was copying four Ingres sketches copied by Liu Hongshuo's classmate in France.
Fang Yi is holding a sketchbook in his hand, drawing sketches of Zhao Jie and Zhou Tong at a speed of ten minutes. Because sketching and sketching are complementary things, if the sketch is good, the sketch will not be too different.
Looking far away, Fang Yi is still a person who pays special attention to lines. As the pen in his hand sweeps across the paper, the experience in his mind increases a little.
When the last painting needed for advancement was completed, the sketch in Fang Yi's mind jumped. But this time the jump was a little big, and the entire panel in his mind changed. The three experience bars of sketch, sketch, and color changed from the original ones.
The frame disappeared. The colors and sketches disappeared without a trace, and only the sketches stayed in another place. The new place was the column of the previous main stage, but now it has been replaced by the main stage.
The original master state has been moved to the basic exercise frame, and the original basic exercises have disappeared. The empty original master state has now been replaced with a somewhat scary name: Chain of Souls!
The thing in Fang Yi's mind now is a square shape. The left half is the master state, the upper right quarter is the soul chain, and the lower right quarter is the main body advancement.
In the master state, the characters that Fang Yi copied such as Dürer and Angel are still there, but their names are followed by a small plus sign. As for the somewhat scary Soul Chain frame, it is empty! In the main advancement frame
There are two experience bars, one is the painter, and the other is the sketch just moved over!
At this moment, Xiang Yi tried to click on a small plus sign with his own thoughts. When the small plus sign disappeared, an experience bar jumped under the master's name. A little bit of experience appeared under Angel's name. Experience
The color of the bar is gold, and in front of it are two shining big characters "Master"! I clicked on all the small plus signs, and found that one-third of the characters I copied were Masters, and Dürer was a Master.
Titian is also a master! Caravaggio is also a master! It’s like there is a gathering of masters in Fang Yi’s mind!
What makes Fang Yi satisfied is that the lengths of these experience bars are all a little bit, and he can't tell which one is longer and which one is shorter. If it weren't for Fang Yi, he would have to worry about the length issue.
After seeing this master state, Fang Yi focused his attention on the Soul Chain. The name of this thing sounds a bit scary. Now Fang Yi doesn't know what it can do, so since he has nothing to do, he started to think about it.
Fang Yi was sitting there blankly, looking straight up with blurred eyes, looking like he was possessed. If he added a little drool to the corner of his mouth, he could play a handsome demented man! Whether it was standing up to Spielberg
It's still in front of Cameron's camera, and it can be done in one go!
"Fang Yi! Fang Yi!" Zhao Jie was the first to notice Fang Yi's demented expression, and immediately walked up to Fang Yi and pushed Fang Yi.
"Oh!" Fang Yi woke up from his mind and immediately asked: "What's wrong?".
Zhou Tong turned his head and looked this way when he heard Fang Yi for the first time. Naturally, he saw Fang Yi's stupid expression and said with a smile: "You looked like a mentally retarded child just now! It looked funny.
"After saying that, my lips curled up unconsciously.
When Zhao Jie saw Fang Yi come to his senses, he covered his mouth and nodded with a smile: "Now that I think about it, it's like this!".
Fang Yi looked at the two and joked: "If people like me are considered dementia, there will be no smart people in the world!".
"Come here and help me take a look at the painting! I can't draw the contour line of your cheek well!" After Zhao Jie said to Fang Yi, he turned to Zhou Tong and said, "Teacher Zhou, come and take a look too!"
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Zhou Tong smiled and shook his head and said: "You'd better ask Fang Yi for advice. Just let him teach you. I won't disturb you here! Continue to draw my Ingres!" After that, he started copying again.
Fang Yi walked to Zhao Jie's easel, pointed out a few obvious inappropriate places, then picked up a pencil and drew an arc on the blank space on the paper: "In this way, the strokes should be light when you put down the pen and lift it up, and the arc should be
You have to control the curvature of your cheekbones!" The pencil slid across the paper in Fang Yi's hand, and beautiful arcs flowed out from the tip of the pen.
After trying Fang Yi's technique several times, Zhao Jie found that either his strokes were too heavy or his lines were stiff. Zhao Jie couldn't help but smile bitterly and said to Fang Yi, "This is too difficult!".
Fang Yi couldn't help but say something in his heart: This woman is a bit stupid. She doesn't even have the comprehension skills of the students in her art class! Fortunately, this sentence only stayed in the bottom of her heart. If she said it out, it would be a bit hurtful. Fang Yi
Yi had never thought about the students in the art class who had been studying for at least four or five years. How long had Zhao Jie studied? If Zhao Jie had that kind of understanding, he could be said to be an abridged version of Xiao Fang Yi.
Zhou Tong said at this time: "It is impossible for you to learn such lines in such a short time. Practice more! Don't even think of drawing such lines without a few years of effort!".
Fang Yi's task tonight can be said to be completed, so he just stayed behind Zhao Jie and watched her draw, waiting for Zhao Jie to turn around and comment a few words.
After painting for a while, the three of them sat at the root carving table, drinking water and chatting.
Zhou Tong said: "I never knew that Teacher Liu had so many treasures. It seems that we are blessed by Fang Yi! These things are really rare."
"Isn't it said that you can buy imitation paintings, the kind that museums sign with artists to imitate?" Zhao Jie asked after hearing this: "Such paintings shouldn't be expensive!".
Zhou Tong shook his head and said: "It's not expensive compared to the original work. But the price is quite scary. In the past, a copy certified by the Metropolitan Museum cost one million! And it also came with a certificate!"
"So expensive!" Zhao Jie said in surprise.
Fang Yi explained: "These copyists are artists themselves, and they usually have works of their own, so the things they copy are very particular and of course very expensive! But if you want to copy by yourself, you only need a license!"
These things are what Fang Yi heard from the teacher. Many Western museums do not allow you to take pictures of oil paintings, but there is no problem in standing in front of the original and facing the copy. Many Western museums will issue a certain number of permits every period of time. With that,
With this certificate, you can enter and copy the original work.
"Foreigners are very good in this area," Zhou Tong said: "The paintings in our museum are all placed in glass, and they are not something that ordinary people can copy!".
Fang Yi said jokingly: "Oil paintings can be washed. If you throw the paint on it, it will save you. Our Chinese paintings can be washed away if you throw the ink on them. If you shake it today, tomorrow, how can the people behind you see it!".
Zhou Tong listened to Fang Yi's explanation and said: "This is also true, think about it, what you said makes sense!"