Fang Yi flipped through these pictures casually. About ten of them were authentic, but almost none of them interested him! While looking at them, he made some marks on the originals. After thinking about it, he marked two fake ones.
The good paintings are also marked. With this mark, Softby's staff will send the original works of these works to Fang Yi's home...
After finishing this, Fang Yi turned off the computer and walked back to his blank easel. He crossed his arms and stared at the blank canvas in front of him in a daze.
It's not that Fang Yi is thinking about what kind of work he will paint next, nor is it that Fang Yi doesn't want to think about ideas. It's just that during this time, Fang Yi feels that he seems a little tired! Yes, just tired! As soon as he thinks about it in his mind
If you want to paint post-classical works that are decades old, you will feel that something is wrong.
I have experienced something like this before, that is, when painting classicism, repeating one style for a long time makes people feel tired. To put it bluntly, behind every goddess, there is a tormentor.
A man who wants to vomit! Now postclassicism has begun to become such a goddess for Fang Yi, and Fang Yi himself is running towards the realm of this man.
Although it's not obvious yet, Fang Yi knows that if he doesn't adjust properly, he may not, but will definitely be entangled in this matter, and his boredom will become deeper and deeper.
Looking at his canvas, Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh. He moved from his easel to the window. After standing for a while, he returned to the painting cabinet. He opened the drawer and found half a pack of cigarettes. He took a bite out of it.
He put one to his mouth and lit it, while sucking on it, he walked to the window again.
Outside the window, mother-in-law Li Yunmei is holding her second son, and little Fang Nu is running around chasing her round-headed son. The four two-month-old puppies like to get close to Fang Nu. They chase him and throw them out of his hands.
Things. From time to time, I could hear my wife Zheng Yuan yelling at Fang Nuo not to mess with the puppies or something like that.
Looking at this scene, Fang Yi's mouth gradually turned upward, and a smile appeared on his face.
Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand, Fang Yi turned his arms, shook his head, and walked towards the door of the studio. After exiting the door, he ran directly to the open space where his family was outside.
Zheng Yuan saw that Fang Yi had appeared here at this time, and it seemed that he was ready to play with his son. As for his second son Mingyang, he was still crying and fussing from time to time, so Fang Yi did not come closer.
Walking to her husband's side, Zheng Yuan knelt down and asked: "What's wrong? Didn't I say that I was going to conceive a second work today!".
Fang Yi raised his head, took Zheng Yuan's hand and the two of them squatted on the ground side by side, watching little Fang Ruo sticking his buttocks and rolling glass balls on the ground having fun: "I can't think of anything as soon as I get to the studio.
, the original paintings are all filled up. It will take more than a day to finish!"
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Zheng Yuan said casually: "How about you draw models, landscapes, etc., to find inspiration!" As a couple who have been living together, Zheng Yuan still felt Fang Yi's attitude.
Although Fang Yi didn't seem to show it too much, Zheng Yuan still felt some of the small changes that had occurred during the period. What's more, Fang Yi was not very good at hiding his character.
"How about you go on a trip to relax, in case there is any good source of inspiration during the trip," Zheng Yuan continued.
Fang Yi couldn't help but smile when he heard this, turned around and gently stroked his wife Wei Bian's hair: "Is it so obvious? You can see that I've been a little upset these past two days?".
Zheng Yuan smiled softly after hearing this: "Don't say it's me, even my mother noticed it. In the morning, she even asked me if you had something on your mind!".
"I'm a little upset! I feel like I'm repeating the post-classical style of painting all year round. It seems that I feel a little tired physically and mentally! It doesn't make any sense." Fang Yi sighed.
He told his wife his thoughts.
Zheng Yuan picked up Fang Yi's hand that was placed next to her ear, held it gently in her own, then looked at Fang Yi's face and said: "Don't be so anxious, so what if you don't think about whether to draw or not? Why is it so long for a year?"
Want to paint two pictures? Why do you have to set a limit for yourself!".
Fang Yi devoted more than half of his free time to painting. He spent the longest time in the studio, and the second longest time was sleeping. As for other things, he spent even more time.
Less.
After hearing what Zheng Yuan said, Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked himself: "Yes, why do I have to paint two paintings a year! Why can't I paint one!".
"Haha!" Zheng Yuan couldn't help but smile when she saw Fang Yi talking to himself: "You ask me who I'm going to ask! Paint when you want to paint, and find other things to do when you don't want to paint. Don't embarrass yourself.
If you force yourself to go down one road, it will affect your mood a lot!".
Fang Yi nodded after listening to Zheng Yuan's words. Before he could say anything to praise his wife, he heard his son speak: "Won't Dad be in the studio all the time from now on? Then he can play with me all the time?"
"Don't I accompany you every day?" Fang Yi said to his son with a smile. From the time Fang Nu was born, Fang Yi has spent a fixed amount of time playing with his son every day, just like he now spends a while playing with his second son every day.
"Now you don't even tell me a story!" Fang Ruo glanced at his father and said with a bit of dissatisfaction. The so-called storytelling by the little man is not simply reading story books, but the father and son at this point in the past.
The two of them would always have a good fight. After the play, Fang Yi would often just read a page or two of a story book, and the little Fang Nu would fall into a deep sleep.
After hearing this, Zheng Yuan immediately said to her son: "Don't I read to you every day now? Why can't my mother read well?".
Such a villain actually grinned: "Mom knows how to read, and dad knows a lot of fun things! Like cockfighting and stuff like that!".
"Mom also took you to play games!" Zheng Yuan felt that she was a little wronged. Why did this boy who has been accompanying his son think that his father knew more things?
Fang Yi couldn't help but become happy when he heard this. The so-called cockfighting was a game played in his childhood. He would jump with one leg on the ground and rely on the other leg that touched the ground. Then he would knock down his opponent with one knee or two
You win if your legs hit the ground! Zheng Yuan can also play this game. However, Zheng Yuan is always afraid of hurting the child when playing, so she always gives way to the child.
But Fang Yi's method is different. He always wins more, and then occasionally lets his son win a handful and a half. The little man feels very satisfied. This kind of interest is certainly better than playing games with his mother.
Have fun.
"Then I will read to you every night from now on!" Fang Yi promised his son with a smile after hearing this.
"Oh! Oh!" After hearing this, little Fang Nu jumped twice, then opened his little chubby hands to Fang Yi: "Daddy, let's play!".
When Fang Yi heard this, he nodded quickly and said, "Okay! Is there any chance of winning?".
"Yes! One at a time. Big flowers count as two!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Fang immediately happily took out the glass ball he had packed in the box and gave Fang Yi a signal.
After signaling, he remembered that his father had no gambling capital. He stretched out his chubby hand and scratched his head: "But you don't have glass!".
"Can you just lend me one?" Fang Yi looked at the box full of glass balls that he had played with when he was a child. Now that it was in his son's hands, it was no longer his. Most of these things were from his second grade of elementary school.
What I won from my little friends now belongs to the little man in front of me. Instead, I have to borrow money to play games! I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. I opened my mouth and suggested to my son.
Fang Ruo thought for a moment: "Borrow one and pay back two, no! Pay back three!" The little guy had a good mind and started loan sharking directly to his father.
"Okay!" Fang Yi immediately nodded and agreed.
At this time, Zheng Yuan could no longer listen to the conversation between the two men. She stood up and walked to her mother's side. The mother and daughter teased the second boy together.
Xiao Fangruo nodded after hearing this, and picked the most broken one from the box in his hand. The surface was as bumpy as the surface of the moon, and the black four-petaled flower in the middle could no longer be seen to be black.
: "This is for you!".
Fang Yi didn't care. He took the ball and blew a breath: "Then it begins!".
In less than twenty minutes, Xiao Fang's face turned bitter. Because after his father became familiar with the skills, his previous sense of the game came back. Although he lost two games in a row at the beginning, he later lost five games in a row.
The debt was paid off and I won a few coins.
Seeing his son's face turned bitter, Fang Yi then lost again. Now the boy's face was smiling. The two men, who were going back and forth like this, lay on the ground together and stuck out their butts, one big and one small.
After playing for an hour and a half, the two of us stopped playing until it was time to eat.
"I'll let you keep my glass balls!" When Fang Yi heard the call to eat, he wanted to put the six glass balls he had won into his son's box.
Little Fang Nu immediately said: "Give me two glass balls!".
"Okay!" When the father and son asked about the things hanging around, Fang Yi was no longer interested in fussing about it, and generously gave his son one-third of the high-guaranteed storage fee.
After eating, Fang Yi habitually returned to his studio first. When he couldn't finish painting, he would flip through the books. Less than half an hour later, he saw his son coming in from the corner of his eye, twisting his body.
He leaned close to his legs, lying on his stomach and blinking at the book in his hand.
Suddenly, Fang Yi asked his son: "Jun'er, can daddy teach you how to draw?".
"Okay!" The child didn't like drawing. He immediately forgot that he had come to ask his father to go to his room to continue playing with glass balls, and clapped his hands and said happily.
Fang Yi threw the book away, took his son to an easel, picked up a drawing board with sketch paper on it, and drew on it. Then he held his son with one hand and drew on the sketch paper with the other hand.
I made a line: "This is the most basic line in painting, it is the most basic element of painting. If you master it, you can draw things of different shapes!".
"Is it possible to draw like you, dad!" Fang Tu asked, stretching his arms around his father's neck.
After hearing what his son said, Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said seriously: "Well, as long as you work hard and work hard, one day you will be able to draw as well as me!".
Fang Yi wanted to say in his heart that it was difficult, and he also wanted to tell his son that it was difficult to reach my level, and it was even more impossible to surpass him. But as a father, when his son looked at him, he couldn't say this.
, but changed to a gentle way.
"Run'er is really my son!" Fang Yi happily said to his wife Zheng Yuan after he made his son yawn, put him on bed and returned to his room.
Zheng Yuan listened happily and said: "How new, I knew about it a few years ago!".
"Ah!" Fang Yi didn't realize that what he said to his wife was a bit inappropriate, so he smiled and said, "I mean, he has a pretty good talent for learning painting!" In the past, Fang Yi had higher requirements, but
Seeing that Dean's talent was taken away by Popile, and that my son's talent is even better, it is of course something to be happy about.
"Then you should teach with your heart!" Zheng Yuan heard this and said: "But Jun'er may not be able to sit still. Mom said it was like when you were a child, with an awl on your buttocks. As soon as you sat down, you would
It’s going to kill you!”.
"He will like painting!" Fang Yi said happily: "He was very honest when we were in the studio with me just now!".
"Then you teach him to draw! When little Mingyang grows up, I will see if he is interested in learning music, so that I can pass on this skill to me," Zheng Yuan said with a smile.
After hearing this, Fang Yi said: "Let Nu'er learn when you have time. Just like you said, it's a craft and you don't need to learn a lot of skills. It's also good to cultivate your sentiment..." Zheng Yuan looked at him with a smile on his face.
Smiling, Fang Yi said in a softer voice: "Well, when the second boy grows up, let him learn cello. If he doesn't learn well, he won't be allowed to eat."
Only then did Fang Yicai remember that this craft was his wife’s hobby!
In the days that followed, when little Fang Nu had nothing to do, he went to his father's studio to paint for a while, and every time Fang Yi taught and explained. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and more updated.