"Is this okay?" Fang Yi couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Doesn't it matter that the painting just now looked like shit? He scratched his hair and was stunned. Fang Yi became a little excited.
When Teacher Sun saw Fang Yi, he said: "If you want to draw well, you have to draw more and look more. Don't rush. One thing to remember is that from the whole to the parts and then to the whole, no matter how the overall feeling is, it must be unified and harmonious.
, this is the first important thing!”.
After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi had no choice but to nod his head to show that he had been taught. He sharpened a 3B pencil and continued drafting on new paper. This time, Fang Yi directly slowed down the speed and drew a structural sketch, from time to time.
Lift your head to observe your painting as a whole.
Since it was just a structural sketch, it took much less time than the previous one. It took forty minutes to complete. After putting down the pen, Fang Yi directly saw that the words in front of the sketch in his mind directly changed to
The intermediate level is followed by an advanced level, and the experience bar is still exposed a little!
Damn it! Fang Yi couldn't help but cursed in his heart: Is this going against the grain? Drawing a picture has gained so much experience? Then I can pass the intermediate level in two days? Fang Yi couldn't help thinking about this.
I put on a piece of paper and prepared to continue to gain experience. I would be a fool if I didn’t gain experience.
He grabbed the pen in his hand and started writing his third piece of the afternoon on the paper. Fang Yi felt that the first stroke he made on the paper was very different from the previous one. When he put down the pen, it became smoother and smoother.
The lines are sharp and smooth, and four or five lines are easily drawn in the blank space. When they fall on the paper, they look like several parallel lines, which are quite natural and smooth.
It took more than half an hour to finish another one. When Fang Yi excitedly looked at the things in his mind, he found that this time the experience bar had not moved at all!
Hiss! Fang Yi couldn't help but take a breath and shook his head. Why didn't the experience move? Could it be that the things in his head were frozen? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lightly hit his head with his hand.
"Okay! Let's go home for dinner. Do you want to come tonight?" Teacher Sun clapped his hands and said loudly so that everyone in the classroom could hear.
Fang Yi was just about to raise his hand to indicate to the teacher that he would come over in the evening. Before Fang Yi could raise his hand, a classmate had already told the teacher.
After packing up his things for a while, Fang Yi got on the car and went home.
When I arrived at the home and just opened the door, I heard my mother say to me: "My son is back? I'll wash my hands and get ready for dinner later!".
When Fang Yi heard the word son, he was a little uncomfortable. In the past, Xiaoyi Xiaoyi was replaced by son, which made him feel a little confused. He told his mother how much money he got from Teacher Sun today.
thing.
Yu Qin held the spatula in her hand and smiled after listening: "Go ask your dad to go, I don't have that much money now! Your dad is in the study."
"Dad is at home?" Fang Yi was stunned again. His father had not gotten off work at this time before. Seeing his mother nodding, Fang Yi turned around and wanted to go to the study.
Fang Guohua opened the door and walked to the living room and looked at Fang Yi with a smile on his face: "Just right! Son, come over and play two games with dad!".
Fang Yi felt a little stupid. He stared blankly as his father walked to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the handle of the game console on the coffee table and waved it at him. The game console placed in front of the TV was in front of him.
It was confiscated by my father when school started, and he said he would give it to me to play with until he was admitted to college. Now my father has turned on the TV, and the screen has already entered the picture of getting ready to start.
Tsk! Fang Yi rubbed his teeth, sat down next to his father and said, "Dad, can we live like we used to? I really can't get used to your behavior!".
The contrast is too great! In the past, every time he saw himself, he would always stare, but Fang Yi felt a little awkward when he suddenly showed a loving father. It was so sudden. Fang Yi was not prepared at all. .
Fang Guohua sighed and said: "I understand, when you go to college or work or even have children in the future, our father and son will really have less time together! Seeing that there is not much time left, take advantage of it Let's spend more time together now, and I can think about it when you get married and move out and have nothing to do!"
Fang Guohua stayed outside the emergency room and thought that if his son really had something bad yesterday, he could not find the memories of the warm relationship between father and son. When his son entered junior high school, in his memory, besides training his son, he still had to discipline him. .There is no real face-to-face chat scene between father and son. If only the memory is left, how difficult is it to let yourself rely on memories to train your son for the rest of his life?
"I really can't stand you!" Fang Yi felt a little sad after hearing what his father said, so he sat down and played two games with his father. He threw down the controller. Fang Yi asked his father: "Dad, let me tell you The truth?".
Fang Guohua looked at his son and asked, "What's the truth?".
"I'm not sick. What happened yesterday was just an accident!" Fang Xiang said to his father seriously: "It's unlikely to happen in the future, I assure you!".
"Of course I know you are not sick! How could my son be sick if he is going to live a long life and be full of descendants?" Fang Guohua looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile.
"I...! Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything." What else could Fang Yi say? He had to stand up from the sofa: "From now on, let's play two games a day?".
Isn't it? In the past, no one believed me when I said my head hurt. Now that I am not sick, no one believes me. This is too much, and I am not allowed to live.
This is actually no wonder. No matter who is the parent, Fang Yi's guarantee will have no effect. Fang Yi is only a half-year-old child and cannot understand the thoughts of being a parent. He just thinks that his parents will be relieved if he says it's okay. Come, but I don’t know how many parents in the world can feel relieved after such a sudden experience. There is only one Miaomiao in the family, and if he is gone, his life will really be over.
And Fang Yi thought that his parents were scared once, but he didn't know that his parents were almost scared out of their wits, and their various demands on Fang Yi were reduced by more than half, and even the doctor couldn't find out the reason. What happened to the two of them? How dare you press Fang Yi hard to do this or that!
"This is a good suggestion!" Fang Guohua said, raising his hands in response to his son's suggestion.
After the conversation between the father and son, they heard the mother in the kitchen shouting that it was time to eat. After eating, Fang Yi happily went out with more than a hundred yuan in his pocket.
Yu Qin watched her son close the door, turned to Fang Guohua, who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "Seeing him go out so happily makes me feel so good!".
Fang Guohua held his wife in his arms and patted her arm with his hand: "If you study art, just study art. If you can't sell your paintings in the future, you won't be able to sell them. What's the big deal? The worst is, let's work harder. Just save more money while you are still alive. In short, let him live a peaceful life, marry a wife and have children, and the two of us can also live smoothly!" After saying that, he also looked at the door.
Fang Yike didn't have the same feelings as his parents, so he rode happily towards the school on his small car, humming a little tune.
When we arrived at the art classroom, there were already five or six people inside. Anyway, I was the only one who was painting these basic plaster statues today. Fang Yi changed to a plaster statue of David, and then started drafting on paper.
This time Fang Yi didn't care about the experience bar in his mind, but felt wholeheartedly that he had reached the intermediate level of sketching. From time to time, he looked at his painting as a whole. Then he worked on the part, or deepened the backlight.
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He devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, and two hours passed in a flash. When Fang Yi stood up from his easel and took two steps back to observe his painting, Fang Yi felt a little satisfied.
.The entire sketch is more than half completed. There are no problems with the composition. The appearance of the black, white and gray sides of the statue of David is also quite good, and the spatial relationship has also been greatly improved.
Especially in the use of lines, Fang Yi had a smile on his face and wanted to shout in his heart: I love these lines so much! The lines in the whole picture are beautiful and orderly, and the texture of plaster has begun to appear on the paper.
"This painting is good, much better than the one in the afternoon." At some point, Teacher Sun stood behind Fang Yi, looked at Fang Yi's painting and commented: "Go deeper and be more detailed, pay attention.
At the same time, we carefully understand the spirit of David's head while looking at the relationship between reality and reality. Each plaster statue is taken from the master's work, so you can appreciate the artistic techniques involved!"
"I know" Fang Yi nodded and said after listening to the teacher's words. Seeing Teacher Sun about to leave, he remembered: "Teacher! I brought the money this afternoon." After saying that, he took out the stacked money from his pocket.
The ticket was handed over to Teacher Sun.
Teacher Sun took it and said, "You draw first, and I'll give you a receipt!".
Fang Yi sat back in front of the easel, picked up the pencil again and began to dig deeper. This depth made Fang Yi uncontrollably feel like a long-time smoker who had just taken his first puff of cigarette after not smoking for a few days. This
In this state, Fang Yi knew that his whole body was excited. He felt how beautiful the pencil in his hand was sweeping across the painting. Three minutes later, when Fang Yi looked at his painting as a whole, he realized that part of the painting he had just drawn was a little bit buckled.
The painting is too thin, and it looks a bit jumpy overall. Fortunately, it is not painted too heavy, and there is still a chance to save it.
Putting down the pencil in his hand, Fang Yi stood in the door and rested for a few minutes to calm down before starting to draw again. After working together for more than an hour, the whole picture became unified again.
"At least it's catching up with the level of those students in the second year of high school!" Fang Yi came to a conclusion for himself after reading the drawing. Now that this sketch is done, at least he doesn't have to be at the bottom of the class. He turned his eyes back to his mind and found that at this time
The progress bar has moved forward about one-tenth of the distance. If I calculated it like this, it means that Fang Yi can break through to the advanced level in ten paintings. Of course, Fang Yi cannot draw sketches every day, and the colors and
Sketching also involves painting.
He thought that in a month, he would be able to reach the advanced level, which means that he should be able to reach the level of Wang Qiluo by then! After thinking about it, Fang Yi was a little excited: this rhythm is a steady way to show off the genius of the genius.