"The painting is very powerful!" Zheng Yuan, holding Fang Yi's arm and looking at Popile's self-portrait, said: "It gives people a firm sense of strength. When you see this work, you will immediately feel that there is nothing wrong with it.
Something that can make the people in the painting surrender!”.
Fang Yi looked around and joked to Zheng Yuan in Chinese: "It's not about the momentum, the old guy is too narcissistic, not only narcissistic but also arrogant! If the arrogance reaches the extreme, it's hard to put something on his hand.
He has a lightning staff, and with this he can act like a real-life version of Zeus! When it comes time, he can hit whoever he wants, but nine times out of ten, your husband will be hit on the head first!"
Bobil's self-portrait is very simple. It is Bobil sitting on a chair, and his whole body including the surroundings of the chair shrinks into the darkness, giving the figure a god-like brilliance. Bobil puts down his hands.
On the armrest, there are ruby rings on the fingers. The bright rubies are like beating red flames, attracting people's attention from the two slightly pale and wrinkled hands.
Popile in the painting is wearing a red robe, and inside the robe is pure white clothing with golden patterns. The golden patterns are not stripes, but pieces. The gold cannot be concealed under the red robe.
The dazzling light shows the incomparable authority and status of the characters in the painting.
The figure's two feet are spread apart like this, with a blue carpet pressed firmly on the ground. The pattern on the carpet shows that it is embroidered with a male lion, with slightly pale hands.
Pressed on the armrest, the whole body is slightly hunched. The old man's face
There is no trace of expression on the eyes. The expression is very cold, but the eyes are shining with a brilliance that makes people dare not look directly. When you look at these eyes, you can't help but feel something in your heart.
I feel a sense of inferiority and feel that my heart has been seen through by these eyes.
It sees through your hypocrisy, your self-righteousness, your survival, and your weak heart! In short, no matter how you feel about yourself, you can always find yourself attracted to him from the brilliance of these eyes.
The part that despises you. "Chiluo" despises you unabashedly.
This self-portrait is more like a statue of a god than a self-portrait. The person who ascends to the throne is Popile himself. Although it is dark all around, he himself is the light. It seems that when he stands up from the chair, the surrounding light can shine.
Lighting up the entire canvas space, he is a god! And he is an irrefutable god.
"This old man has dressed himself up like this, and he is not afraid that God will come to chat with him earlier!" Fang Yi couldn't help but add another sentence after reading the work. Why did he paint himself like this for nothing? And he even hung up proudly.
In the exhibition hall, it can be seen how confident this old guy is, acting as if he is the first person in the painting world.
Thinking of this, Fang Yi smiled again. Now the old man is really the number one person in the painting world.
"You're not much worse than him!" At some point, Qu Gu walked next to Fang Yi, turned to look at the two self-portraits of Fang Yi and Bobile and said.
After listening to Qu Gu's words, Zheng Yuan smiled and asked, "What Fang Yi painted looks real to me. It doesn't have the momentum of Mr. Popile!".
Qu Gu looked at Zheng Yuan and explained: "The posture in Fang Yi's paintings was used by Titian and also by Rembrandt. The person is sitting sideways facing the canvas, with his right hand on the back of the chair, and most of his face is exposed!"
Fang Yi enters the painting with such a posture. At least subconsciously, he believes that
I think I can stand on par with Titian, Rembrandt and other masters! This is a kind of confidence! It’s just that Fang Yi’s paintings are quiet and natural. It’s not like the sharp and high-spirited works of Bobiel! When it comes to self-confidence,
Two people are equal in weight, no one needs to blame the other!".
In Fang Yi's self-portrait, Fang Yi is sitting just as Qu Gu said, wearing a white shirt, with his right arm on the back of the chair and looking sideways out of the canvas. The white shirt on his body seems to have a
The seemingly long thin lines are neatly ironed, and the watch strap on the wrist is brightly exposed in the corner of the shirt.
Fang Yi's facial expression in the painting is a slight smile, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, and a vague dimple on his cheeks. Fang Yi's eyes in the painting are peaceful, bright and mellow.
quiet.
The theme that Fang Yi wants to express is also very clear. He is so relaxed and comfortable when he can draw such things. He inherited the classical painting method and broke the tradition. Fang Yi, who has a good reputation in his works, shows a calm and peaceful way.
, leisurely and contented, all reflecting that behind the painting, Fang Yi silently recounted his mastery of control and excellent techniques.
From this point of view, both Fang Yi's and Bobile's works express their personality characteristics very clearly and clearly, and as portraits, these two works are very successful. It is difficult to distinguish between the two works.
One is better than the other.
Of course, when it is exhibited now, not many people will pay attention to this and that feature of the portrait, as well as to showing the character's inner mind, and what it means to see a painting as a person. Everyone does not care about this, but cares about the four canvases.
The incredible effect displayed, not only the characters but also the trees seemed to be displayed in front of their eyes with that indescribable vitality.
"How can you say that!" Fang Yi said cheerfully after listening to Qu Gu's words: "I am very humble personally, and I strongly believe that there must be a teacher in the three walks of life!".
"Fang!" Just when Fang Yi was about to say a few words, Michael Carson's voice came to his ears.
"Hello, Michael!" Fang Yi turned around and hugged Carson lightly and said, "This is my friend Qu, just call him Qu. This is his wife Su."
Qu Gu and Su Meng were introduced to Carson.
"Is the long work hanging in the second area painted by you?" As soon as Carson heard that it was Qu, he remembered the works he had just seen. One of them he liked very much was a Canadian artist named Qu.
works.
"I drew it exactly!" Qu Gu smiled and said, "Do you have any suggestions or opinions?"
Carson waved his hands and said: "Great work. I like the color combination in your work very much. It seems very ordinary, but the more you look at it, the more flavorful and impactful it becomes!".
"Okay! We all know each other now, let's change the place to chat and give this place to others!" Fang Yi said to his two friends with a smile.
There are obviously more and more people in this area where Fang Yi and Bobile's works are hung. Although it doesn't look so crowded, this is a cocktail party, not a supermarket grabbing eggs. Some people want to come here.
, but when I saw so many people, I automatically walked away, planning to come back later. Today’s guests still have this little quality.
"Then let's go aside and chat!" Carson nodded to Qu Gu: "I still have some ideas to share with Qu."
Now that everything was agreed upon, several people turned around and prepared to find a quiet place along the exit on the second floor.
As soon as they reached the exit, Fang Yi heard someone calling his name again. This time it was none other than the old guy Popile.
"Fang! I've been looking for you for a while!" Poppy took a few steps and came to Fang Yi. Without looking at Qu Gu and Carson beside Fang Yi, he opened his mouth to Fang Yi and asked:
"I think you lost this competition! Your self-portrait is not as profound as mine!".
Fuck you, sister! Fang Yi looked at the old man’s proud face with his nostrils bulging to the sky, and somehow felt a little angry in his heart.
"We are talking about self-portraits, and we are not asking you to paint fairy tales. See if what you paint is either gold or silver. If you paint yourself like the Pope in Velazquez's painting, then it will be considered your painting.
Okay? When I look at it, I always feel that the picture of you in the painting is missing a circle behind your forehead!"
"My fault? Can your pretentious and sanctimonious work be considered good!?" Popile said with a bit of disdain.
When he saw Fang Yi's work, the old man felt very happy. He felt that he had defeated Fang Yi this time. It wasn't about technique and expressiveness. The two of them basically came up with the same ideas. How much difference could there be?
The old man thought that this time he surpassed Fang Yi in the artistic conception of the canvas, so he was planning to talk to Fang Yi about his painting style this time. Who would have thought that after looking around for Fang Yi for a long time, he didn't see Fang Yi?
Finally I found it and Fang Yi poured cold water on it.
Are my works fake? Fang Yi couldn't help but feel happy after hearing Bobile's words: "Look at what you drew, if you drew a pistol in your hand, you would be so fierce that you could go to the streets to collect protection money!"
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It’s a matter of debate as to who is better than the other in terms of painting style. It’s like comparing Picasso and Matisse and insisting on distinguishing them. This thing is a bit too difficult. It can be said that the comparison is unclear.
thing.
"You are also a painter, right?" Popile couldn't tell when he saw himself and Fang Yi, and immediately asked Qu Gu and Carson.
Qu Gu is not that good, because he is not very famous in the first place, but Carson is a little angry. Carson, a famous contemporary American artist, feels a little angry now. He feels that old people can not know their names, but they should not
Not polite.
Popile had no interest in caring about whether others were happy or not, and asked directly: "Have you seen our works?" He looked at the two of them and nodded: "Then do you think my works are better, or his works are better?
!".
"Fang's works are better! And much better! They meet the solemn and elegant requirements of classicism," Carson said immediately.
"I agree with Michael's statement," Qu Guye said directly and politely.
Every time the two of them said something, Bobil's expression became colder. When the two of them finished speaking, his eyes were as wide as bells.
Fang Yi saw that the old man was about to get angry, and while he was waiting, he suddenly saw Popile standing there, stunned.
"I almost fell into your trap. Both of them are your friends, and they don't know me! Of course they won't admit that my work is better than yours!" Popile's face began to recover, which was annoying.
The pride came out again.
Su Meng couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud when she saw Popile's appearance. She couldn't help but think to herself: This old man is really interesting. Have you never considered this before asking?