Now there is another person in Fang Yi's studio, and that is Wang Hongqi's son Wang Hanmo. Within a few days, Fang Yi started to like this boy.
Because Hanmo is very diligent and not as lazy as Fang Yi originally thought. He also did not slack off because he had known him since childhood and his father was still his friend. Naturally, he could not have arrived earlier than Fang Yi in the morning, but before he left,
Sometimes, he would pack his things neatly and do all the things he could see and do in the studio before going home after cleaning the entire studio. This made Fang Yi feel sad in his heart.
Nodding secretly.
And the basics of painting are also very good. Lu Qikun laid a solid foundation for this boy. In terms of technique, Yi did not see too much of Lu Qikun, but he clearly saw something of Zhu Zheng.
That is, something that favors oneself.
Fang Yi stood behind the calligraphy, looked at a figure on his canvas and said: "This part needs to be deeper and the brushstrokes more delicate. This is the back of a young girl, not the calloused hands of an old farmer.
To show that sense of vitality and warmth, you have to make people want to touch this softness with their hands! If you can't feel the original texture of the things you draw, you
How can you expect others to see it?".
After hearing Fang Yi's words, Hanmo couldn't help scratching his head, then raised his head and said to Fang Yi: "Teacher, your stuff is a little too difficult! I didn't find it so difficult when I was taught by Teacher Lu and Uncle Zhu before!".
Wang Hanmo has been hanging around with a bunch of people since he was a child. The atmosphere of painting is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary art students. This thing is born with luck and cannot be bought with money. In addition, although the boy is not very good at it,
But in the eyes of people like Lu Qikun, that person was very good. If it weren't for Lu Qikun, he wouldn't have opened his mouth to help Wang Hongqi and let Fang Yi accept his disciple.
In such a situation, Wang Hanmo naturally feels a little proud in his heart. Diligence and pride are sometimes twin brothers. Now Wang Hanmo is placed among children under the age of twenty in China. In terms of painting skills,
Definitely a top-notch level.
"Learn slowly! These things are not things you can see progress in if you follow me for ten days, or ten years." Fang Yi smiled and glanced at Wang Hanmo. Seeing that there was no strange expression on his face,
I couldn't help but give a little praise in my heart.
"You can draw the following picture by yourself. I will call a model over tomorrow! Qi Kun must have asked you to draw it in your own style. Show your own style. This painting goes into depth with what I just said.
Just shovel it out!”.
Wang Hanmo couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, and asked Fang Yi: "Just shovel it out like this?".
"Why keep it? Is this something worth keeping as a souvenir?" Fang Yi glanced at his apprentice and said firmly: "Shovel it away!".
Seeing Fang Yi turning around to leave his easel, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, I have one more question I want to ask you."
"What's the problem?" Fang Yi stopped, turned back to Wang Hanmo and asked.
Wang Hanmo said a little embarrassedly: "Teacher Lu didn't let me draw in my own style. I used to think about it by myself, but every time Teacher Lu saw me, he slapped me in the face and scolded me for a long time!"
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Although Hanmo didn't have any contact with Fang Yi for a few years before Fang Yi came to France, he naturally knew a lot about Fang Yi's story among his father's circle. He knew that not long after Fang Yi came to study stone art, he began to learn from his master Liu Hongshuo.
I developed my own style at the request of the artist. Now I have been painting for more than ten years and have not tried to explore my own style, which makes Hanmo feel a little embarrassed.
When Fang Yi heard this, he asked: "Only classicism in painting?" He looked at the calligraphy and ink, nodded and asked, "I'm afraid your Uncle Zhu Zheng has taught you this a lot!".
"Yeah! Uncle Zhu taught a lot about details and techniques. Teacher Lu said that his techniques are now top-notch in classicism among the young generation in China," Wang Hanmo said honestly.
Fang Yi nodded: "Very good!".
After hearing this, Fang Yi understood more or less what Lu Qikun meant, and also knew that Lu Qikun understood that with Wang Hanmo's talent and level, although it was very good, but Xiong inherited Fang Yi's mantle.
Lucky for you, what about carrying it forward? Such a request is a bit nonsense.
In his heart, Lu Qikun himself is not very sure that he can control post-classicism at this time. He is lucky to expect Hanmo to be able to express pure "Yi-style post-classicism" at his age. Innovation? I guess there are people now.
I think about it a lot, but there is really nothing that I can do.
"You paint first! When you finish painting, I will show you the techniques I used when I was in school!" Fang Yi is talking about the so-called silver-blue period works that some critics have classified for themselves. Now this thing is classified as
Wang Hanmo's level of writing should be enough to get started.
After saying that, Fang Yi turned around and walked to his easel. When he picked up the brush, he remembered something: "By the way, tomorrow I will mix a few colors of the list on your table, and then stretch out a canvas and a drawing board."
It's ready!" After saying that, Fang Yi pointed to the drawing board he selected.
"Yes! I've written it down, teacher!" Wang Hanmo nodded immediately after hearing this, and then probably because he was afraid that he would forget, he immediately turned around to his painting cabinet, pulled out his own note, wrote it down, and then posted it next to his painting cabinet.
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Now Fang Yi kind of likes this feeling, and understands why his teacher likes to torment him no matter what, and the old thing Bobile is so easy for Dean to use, and he is willing to protect Dean.
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Because it’s so nice to have an apprentice to take care of me! If the canvas is not mounted well, then remount it! If the base material is not good, then I’ll scold him and let him do it again. It’s like he is half a servant.
, and there are no ordinary servants who come to the studio and know nothing about anything. They only know how to sweep the floor and so on. The young apprentice can do any job, because he has to learn everything and know everything!
As for why you don't call Xiao Fangjun? Is it possible for a young man to call you at such an age? Besides, this is Yu Qin's biological grandson. If he suffers any crime, I won't be able to pass that test.
Go. Besides, he's his own son, right? He's too young to do anything about it, so he can only wait until he's a little older before he can use it!
Fang Yi started painting his own work here. Although he had already dressed up and everything, Fang Yi shamelessly acted as a model for himself, but it was always very inconvenient. It was okay to look in the mirror after putting on the outfit.
It would be quite difficult to sit on a horse with all your clothes on and then stand in front of an easel and look in the mirror to draw yourself.
Fang Yi soon realized this problem, and also understood that there was a high probability that he would not be able to be a model. He had to find another way. Of course, there are many ways to solve the problem, and the simplest one is to hire another one.
The model should be about the same height as Fang Yi, and moreover, she should have good features and handsome features. Only if she looks handsome can she fit in with Fang Yi's idea of a highly favored look.
Where can I find models? Of course, I have to go to the Painter Village first. There are many people in the Painter Village now. Anyway, judging from the skin color, they are all black, white, yellow, brown and chocolate. It is regarded as an art holy place by domestic artistic youths.
!It should be easy to find someone.
Fang Yi stood in front of the easel, holding his chin and thinking about this matter carefully. After thinking about it, he threw down his brush, then wiped his hands and said to the calligraphy and son in the studio: "Let's take a rest.
, I will take you to the Painter Village!".
After hearing this, Fang Ru immediately threw away the pencil in his hand and cheered loudly: "Oh, oh! Let's go out to play!".
Wang Hanmo looked at the canvas he had just painted not long ago. Although he wanted to continue painting, he felt that it would be more tempting to follow the teacher to the painter's village. However, Wang Hanmo understood that he did not have the final say on this matter. Now this
My teacher is No. 1 in the studio, and his words are edicts to me.
Thinking of this, Wang Hanmo immediately felt at ease: The teacher took him out!
In this way, the three of them left the studio together and arrived at the stables. When Wang Hanmo was in China, he was often taken to the horse farm by people like Zhu Zheng, so it was not surprising that he could ride a horse. Fang Yi put his son in front of his saddle, and the three of them
The man and the horse just wandered towards the painter's village.
Wang Hanmo had not visited Fang Yi properly except for being sent here by his stepmother Kath every day. Now he was fascinated by the scenery on both sides while riding on horseback. He couldn't help but start to look around. This time he looked at the speed of the horse.
He couldn't help but slow down, letting Fang Yi urge him to speed up a little.
When they arrived at the tavern, Fang Yi couldn't sit at the bar anymore, so he found an unoccupied table and sat down.
"Lady boss, just the same!" Fang Yi raised his hand to the lady boss at the bar and gestured.
"Honey boss, it's the same!" Fang Yi had just finished his words when little Fang Nu's clear childish voice sounded in the bar. Suddenly there was a burst of laughter in the bar.
When the lady boss saw Fang Yi coming in, she started to prepare things. She prepared nuts and beer for Fang Yi, and nuts and juice for Fang Yi and Wang Hanmo.
After placing the things on Fang Yi's table, the landlady looked at little Fang Yi and teased him happily: "Have you brought any money? How much can you tip? You shouted so loudly?".
Little Fang Nu, who was sitting on the bench, scratched his head, then took out a one-dollar note from his pocket, stretched out his little hand and said to the landlady: "No need to look for it!".
"Thank you!" the lady boss pretended to be very happy and said immediately after accepting the dollar.
Fang Yi looked at the pride on his son's face and couldn't help laughing. He listened to the boss's wife and his son having fun, turned his head and looked at the guests in the bar. From time to time, when he met others' eyes, he looked at them.
People have friendly smiles.
Soon a young man attracted Fang Yi's attention. This young man was very thin and had a strong appearance. His clothes were very artistic, including a vest with many pockets, a dark green thick shirt, pants and feet.
The shoes on his clothes were blocked by the table and Fang Yi couldn't see them, but judging from the person's expression and sitting posture, his character was probably not considered wild, but definitely uninhibited.
Such characters are common in the painter's village, but generally they are either white or black, and yellow people generally have a somewhat humble appearance. What caught Fang Yi's attention was this combination of demeanor and yellow face.
It seemed that this person also felt that Fang Yi was looking at him. He raised his head and met Fang Yi's eyes and couldn't help but be startled.
After seeing Fang Yi smile at him, his face immediately returned to normal, he smiled at Fang Yi and nodded, and then buried his head in the cup in his hand.
The landlady saw Fang Yi's gaze and couldn't help but follow it. When she saw Fang Yi staring at the young man, she couldn't help but smile and introduce in a low voice: "This young man is also from China. I heard others say that he is good at painting."
"I have been in the village for two months and now I share a small room with two Chinese students."
Fang Yi heard this, and couldn't help but become more interested. He looked in the direction of the young man again. Seeing the young man looking at himself again, he couldn't help but stand up and sit towards the young man.
The table passed.
"Hello!" Fang Yi greeted him directly in Chinese.
"Hello, Mr. Fang!" The young man looked at Fang Yi sitting next to him, and nodded to Fang Yi.
When Fang Yi sat down, he realized that this young man was quite interesting. Others here were usually excited when they saw him, but this young man looked at him with calm eyes. He didn't seem to let Fang Yi's name affect him.
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