After passing through a thick steel door, Fang Yi saw the works from his student days. Without exception, these works were framed in gorgeous frames and lay in a thick glass cover sixty centimeters away from the wall.
A row of large glass curtain walls surrounding the entire 200-square-meter exhibition hall
In a large floor-to-ceiling transparent box, there are only my own works. Each work is surrounded by soft light emitted by small spotlights, gently surrounding these works. From the small painting at the beginning to the final model painting, everything is the same.
Each one was displayed in front of Fang Yi.
Now looking at his previous works, Fang Yi doesn't see the quality, but the memories he sees, just like the principal had expected before, and he feels a lot of emotions in his heart.
Fang Yi stood in front of a sketch of his own. There was no signature on this work, but it was indeed his own work. It was a small draft he drew when explaining to his classmates at that time. Now this small draft has also been framed nearly eight years ago.
In a centimeter-wide wooden frame,
Fang Yi took a look and knew that these frames were not carved by machines on the market, but were handmade by old craftsmen. They were very particular about the painting of the frames. Such frames would not crack for at least several decades.
Or maybe it's a moth thing.
Standing in front of the painting, Fang Yi stared at his work without saying a word. In his mind, he was recalling how he was a teacher at that time and explaining techniques to his classmates. Strictly speaking, this work is not a complete work. There are people on it.
Hands, arms and human feet, individual human body parts, are a demonstration used to explain techniques. Unexpectedly, such a work has been preserved by Teacher Sun.
"I didn't expect that you still kept this painting of mine." Fang Yi turned around and looked at the teacher standing next to him and said with emotion.
Teacher Sun smiled: "At that time, I thought your lecture was good. At least it was better than what I said. In fact, the class teachers at that time were you and Wang Qiluo. Later, I rarely taught them, and I couldn't keep up.
! Not only this painting, but also your demonstration techniques and some parts of other students’ works have been retained.”
After saying this, Teacher Sun took Fang Yi away to a piece of work. Fang Yi saw that it was indeed the case. Most of the entire work belonged to his classmates at that time, and only one corner was his own demonstration technique, and this part was framed by Teacher Sun.
It was highlighted. There was also a printed introduction below the entire frame, which roughly stated what he said at the time.
Although Fang Yi didn't expect the exhibition to be so good, the current equipment of the exhibition hall is comparable to that of the city museum, or even a little more than that, but it can still be imagined. But looking at such works now, Ren Fangyi can't think of anything.
I will think that there will be these things, and naturally I will feel a little emotional.
After going around in a circle, there are more than thirty paintings in the entire exhibition hall of my works, in addition to the paintings I have completed, plus these demonstrations.
"Put it all here so that students can see it at any time?" Fang Yi thought about this. His work was a model painting at that time. If students can't see anything, even though it makes Fang Yi proud to put it here, he still puts it there.
It lost its own meaning. Then Fang Yi naturally thought of the situation he encountered when he went to Mingzhu to see the exhibition of Italian famous works. He couldn't help but ask Teacher Sun next to him.
Teacher Sun said cheerfully: "The first floor is closed almost every day for weekend breaks and holidays. The two rooms on the second floor, yours and Wang Qiluo's, are open two days every Wednesday and Thursday. Students can freely copy."
"It's okay," Fang Yi nodded and said.
Teacher Sun looked at the principal standing next to him and said to Fang Yi: "Actually, most of these things are thanks to the principal." When he said this, the old man was not flattering. Instead, he thanked the new principal from the bottom of his heart.
After taking office, he immediately overcame public opinion and invested in art classes. It can be said that without this principal, the art classes in middle schools would not be so famous.
Although the principal is also for his own performance, no one can deny that making a contribution is a contribution. The previous school was not outstanding in anything among the entire Shicheng schools. Regardless of morals, intelligence, physical education, and arts, none of them could stand out among the many.
He is the leader in the middle school, but now he is definitely the most outstanding in art. Now if he wants to enter the school's art class, all the freshmen in the first year of high school and the first year of junior high school are selected from all the art students in Shicheng.
That is to say, not only the cultural scores are required, but also a round of additional art tests if you want to get in.
Teacher Sun's praise made the principal's face glow, but he kept saying: "I am just in my position to pursue my political affairs. I only do what I should do and there is nothing to mention!".
"It's really rare to be able to do this," Teacher Sun said to the principal. The old man had retired and was using his spare time anyway, so he only spoke straightforwardly. The principal had nothing to do with what he said.
Fang Yi listened and nodded, acknowledging the principal's contribution.
After looking at his own exhibition hall, Fang Yi went to Wang Qiluo's exhibition hall next door. Although Wang Qiluo's reputation is not as great as Fang Yi's, the treatment for his works is similar to Fang Yi's, but the hall is a little smaller. His works are not as good as Fang Yi's.
There are so many here.
It's not that Teacher Sun was partial to Fang Yi, who was famous, but Wang Qiluo didn't leave much behind at that time, only two-thirds of Fang Yi.
Fang Yi looked at Wang Qiluo's works and couldn't help but smile. From time to time, he laughed at his friend who was not as famous as himself now, but thought of the situation between the two of them at that time. Wang Qiluo's paintings have always been outstanding, and his personality is not very good at communicating.
, before Fang Yi came, he basically lived a life of a lone ranger. He painted by himself and rarely mixed with other students. This situation changed from Fang Yi to the art class. The two both competed and learned from each other.
, I also communicated more with other students.
During this period, many of Fang Yi's works were left in the school. This was because Fang Yi had made rapid progress and had never reached the first brother in a short period of time. Naturally, the young man felt a little complacent. In addition, his classmates also asked for advice. Of course, Fang Yi
It's a bit easy to be a teacher, unlike Wang Qiluo, who only said a few words and drew a few strokes when asked.
Thinking of his own state of mind at that time, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy again.
Although there were some small parts of the whole morning visit that made Fang Yi feel a little uncomfortable and a little too bureaucratic, overall it was flawless, especially when he saw that his works and the things he demonstrated to his classmates were so completely preserved.
After finishing it, it satisfied Fang Yi’s inner vanity!
Of course, masters also have vanity. Not to mention Fang Yi, many people who have been deified cannot escape this, as long as he is still a human being in essence.
With the joy of the morning, as soon as he finished his meal at noon and took a short rest, Fang Yi took four of his coolie friends to the school's art classroom, preparing to give demonstration lessons to the students.
Arriving at the familiar art classroom, Fang Yi walked in and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! So many people!". The number of art students now is not what Fang Yi had before. The entire high school art students gathered together in only a dozen or twenty.
Individually, Fang Yi, who was standing at the door, saw that there were at least eighty people in front of him, including all the art students from middle school and high school.
Haha! When the students heard what Fang Yi said, they burst out laughing and applauded enthusiastically. Now these students looked at Fang Yi, as if Chinese fans had seen Andy Lau and stood there.
The tall and tall young senior brother who is only a few years older than me is at the door. He is either a senior brother or an idol!
The junior students were very enthusiastic, and Fang Yi felt very relaxed. With these art students, Fang Yi felt very comfortable: "There are also future female artists! I didn't expect this. When we were in the class,
But they are all monks! You are much better than I was back then!".
Hahaha! Another burst of laughter came from the classroom.
"Let me introduce my friends." Fang Yi pressed his hands to the junior students and pointed at the nearest Artur behind him. Just as he was about to introduce them, he heard these students say: "Altur Flo?"
gentlemen!".
"Hey! Do you even know about him?" Fang Yi smiled and pointed at Anders next to Artur and asked the classmates: "Where is this handsome foreign guy?".
"Mr. Anders Kanu!".
Fang Yi finished ordering his four friends and found that they all knew each other and knew their names correctly. He turned to the four of them and said, "You are famous, aren't you?".
Of course he could understand the names these art students called him if he didn't understand the other four, and they still had their surnames. Fang Yi didn't expect this, and certainly neither did Keshima and the others. According to Fang Yi's thinking
Yes, it’s good if students know the name. How can they remember anything else? It’s like knowing Rembrandt before, but they can never say Rembrandt’s full name: Rembrandt? Harmansson? Van Rijn
.
This situation naturally made the four Keshimas feel happy, and they all raised their hands to greet the students.
Fang Yi also didn’t want to think about it. This is your alma mater. These students are all studying painting. You created the painting school here. How could these students with adoration not know other members of Linearism? Not only do they know
Names, and even know a little bit about a few people.
Fang Yi had no idea that he was famous, and that the reputation of Keshima and others would also spread. In fact, it is easy to understand, who is Fang Yi? An internationally famous linearist painter,
Then who did you start the party with? Didn’t this drag on lead the four of them out naturally?
After chatting with these students for a while, Fang Yi and four Anders friends set up easels and began to demonstrate some of their own techniques. The model was also a female student with a certain appearance. Five
When the painting begins here, there are naturally two or three layers of heads surrounding it.
Fang Yi, who was in a very good mood, not only drew a portrait sketch, but also drew a color sketch, plus two sketches. Keshima and others showed off their own styles and techniques, each drawing one.
Oil painting realistic portrait.
The art students were mesmerized by what they saw, and the principal was beaming with joy. One piece of these works might be exchanged for the money of a teaching building. Can the principal not be happy? Although it is impossible to exchange,
But when you think about it in your mind, you feel happy in your heart, right?
These works will naturally be left in the school in the end. I have never heard of some painters going to schools to give lectures and taking away all their paintings after the lecture. This is too pretentious.