Fang Yi was having a sweet dream when he heard a voice in his ear: "Fang Yi! It's nine o'clock now and it's time to go home!".
"Oh! I know!" Hearing the voice, Fang Yi turned to the classmate who called him, smiled and nodded, then quickly packed up his things and went home honestly.
The next morning, Fang Yi finished his morning reading class in class and sneaked into the art room to start painting color still lifes. After returning home for dinner at noon, he soaked in the art room again. The whole process was like a replica of yesterday.
After finishing the two paintings of gouache, Fang Yi took the color in his mind to the intermediate level, and Fang Yi took the sketch that he had not finished to the intermediate level.
This situation put Fang Yi in a very good mood. Even when he went to the toilet to drain the water, he hummed a tune and twisted his buttocks to sweep the curved water line.
Fang Yi left the art classroom as soon as school was over in the afternoon. As soon as he went out, he saw five people, Zhang Xu, Li Lin, walking towards him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just forgot about the time!" Looking at this, Fang Yi knew that he thought the five people were waiting in a hurry and apologized quickly.
The five people stopped, Zhang Xu smiled and joked: "If I didn't know who you are, I would have thought you were afraid of the treat and ran away!".
"There's nothing to be afraid of if you run away! I've already made up my mind to keep an eye on Mu Jin!" Li Lin responded with a smile: "You can run away, but the monk can't escape the temple!" which caused the other people to laugh.
stand up.
Fang Yi himself also laughed and walked up to several people. They all walked towards the school gate together. As he walked, Fang Yi said: "Which restaurant should we go to, Lao Hu Restaurant or a Sichuan restaurant?" After speaking, he patted himself.
Dou: "My family gave me two hundred yuan, so we all ordered what we wanted to eat!" At this time, a stewed chicken only costs about ten yuan, and two hundred yuan is indeed enough for six people to eat.
"Interesting!" Xu Rui extended his thumb to Fang Yi and put his other hand around Li Lin's shoulder. The few of them began to discuss which restaurant to go to.
As they walked, the six people were divided into two rows, Zhang Xu, Li Lin and Xu Rui in the front, Fang Yi and Mu Jin and Li Fen in the back. After walking a few dozen meters from the school gate, Fang Yi naturally held his girlfriend's hand.
When he got up, Mu Jin struggled twice but failed to break free, so he stopped struggling.
"Boss, give us a private room!" Zhang Xu shouted at the store owner at the top of his lungs as soon as he entered the door.
"Okay! Let's go over there." The boss smiled after listening to Zhang Xu's words and pointed his finger. The private room in the restaurant in front of the school is mostly used by students and teachers, not people who really treat big guests.
I will come to these hotels.
After entering the private room and looking at the menu and ordering the dishes, Li Lin asked Fang Yi: "Fang Yi! It's only four months until the art exam. Are you in a hurry?" After hearing this, Li Lin
After asking this question, the rest of the people turned their heads and looked at Fang Yi, and Mu Jin had concern in his eyes.
"I personally feel that I am still sure of getting into Shiyi. Now I just want to see if I can get into CAFA with more effort in the past few months!" Fang Yi was not very humble, so he directly threw CAFA onto the table.
.Completely ignore the fact that other people apply for 2000 to 300,000 modeling jobs every year and only accept over 100 people, and they only accept liberal arts students. Fang Yi doesn’t care much about only accepting liberal arts students. At worst, he will transfer to other majors in a few months after finishing the art exam.
Even if there is, is it difficult to score more than 400 points? The score of the third subject in Chinese and Mathematics is enough for 356. Do you have to worry about the remaining politics and history? You can't memorize two subjects in the remaining five months.
I only got 50 or 60 points in total, right? I’m so scared!
"CAFA? The name of this school is awesome!" Li Fen looked at Fang Yi and said with a little smug approval on his face. They are all science students who don't care much about the Academy of Fine Arts, but I can guess the name of the Chinese university.
I can guess that most of the universities with the prefix "Yang" are first-class universities, but those with the prefix "国" cannot be compared. In particular, the universities with the prefix "Yang" for art are all top-notch universities.
After hearing this, Zhang Xu quickly said: "If you get admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, give me a painting! Let me frame it and hang it at home."
Fang Yi was stunned for a moment and asked: "I'm just painting gouache and sketching now. What do you want to do? When I get to Central Academy of Fine Arts, I'll give you a piece of Chinese painting or whatever."
Are you at the head office? By the way, why do you want it?"
"Waiting for you to tell the truth, and then the painting will be sold at a high price!" Zhang Xu chuckled twice and said: "Last time I heard that someone else sold a painting for tens of millions of dollars, but your painting can be sold for hundreds of dollars.
I will eat him for ten thousand dollars in my life!”.
Fang Yi listened and smiled and said: "The best thing is that when I become famous, you will be almost old." Painting is different from science. One is one and the other is two. It not only involves the painter himself but also the
When it comes to public aesthetics, no matter how good your paintings are, if the public's aesthetics does not keep up, your paintings will still be useless and they will still not be able to be sold at a high price. Although Fang Yi has such a thing in his mind, if the things he paints later are not available to others,
If the recognition is beyond the current people's aesthetic sense, is it not to suffer from poverty? There are only a few people like Picasso who became a master during his lifetime and lived a small life. Fang Yi really likes painting on the one hand, and on the other hand, he is a family
The conditions are very good and can fully support Fang Yi to learn painting.
After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhang Xu said: "Damn! You can't have a little confidence! Maybe you will become famous in your twenties? Who is that? Somewhat, a great Western painter!".
"Raphael?"
"Yes! Yes! That's it!" Zhang Xu said immediately after hearing Fang Yi's prompt: "How early did he become famous? He became famous in his teens." While talking, he patted Fang Yi on the shoulder: "Work harder.
Son, you can’t hope for success when you’re a teenager, just set your goal at thirty, and then my brother will get some credit too!”
After hearing this, Fang Yi shook his head and smiled without saying anything. He did not correct the mistake in his friend's words. Raphael became famous in his twenties and died at the age of thirty-seven. Lao Raphael lived a good life and had amazing talents.
On the one hand, he was a gentle man who knew how to respect people and get along well with people of all walks of life. Especially the ruling class had a very good relationship with the pope at that time. As for the pope's evaluation, let alone the shameless, sinister and despicable guy and Da
Vinci and Michelangelo fell out one after another, and they didn't understand art at all.
The reason why Laola had a good relationship with the Pope was because Laola was very keen on power and wanted to become a bishop. After getting the support of the Pope, he agreed to marry the daughter of a bishop, Maria Bibiena, to gain the support of the bishop.
A week after the engagement, no one saw Lao La. Lao La met his beloved mistress Finalina. At this time, Lao La was entangled in Finalina's sincere feelings for him and her inner feelings for worldly power.
Between longing and love. On the one hand, there is the dirty reality in Lao La's heart. In addition, there was no QQ chat or computer games for Lao La to indulge in at that time, so the only entertainment item left was bed activities. And
After the extraordinary pleasure of his favorite mistress Finalina, the little painting saint could not bear it anymore and returned to heaven.
Does this painting saint really think that he is living a happy life? Fang Yi doesn’t think so. He spends all his time dealing with people who he is ashamed of, and he is afraid that he even despises himself in his heart. From Lao La’s thought countless times
As you can see from escaping from Rome, the painting saint was unable to stop himself from being indulged in worldly pleasures. In the end, it can be said that it was this inner struggle that killed Lao La.
"Think about these unearned things!" Li Lin said to Zhang Xu and then turned to Fang Yi: "Draw a portrait for me after a while, just a little bit like it! Don't draw it like Picasso.
I don’t even know who the painting is when I look at it face to face.”
A few people nearby immediately started making noises again, saying that they must collect Fang Yi's paintings and wait for Fang Yicheng to be the painter. They all looked like they had just bought a lottery ticket worth two yuan and immediately counted themselves winning five million. In the end,
There was quite a lively discussion about how to spend the money.
After hearing this, Fang Yi had no choice but to say: "If I go to CAFA, I will draw one for each of you!" This made the four of them pause for a moment and brought the topic back to eating.
The few people didn't spend much money. A table of seven or eight dishes cost more than sixty yuan, most of which were meat dishes. All six of them left the restaurant with a full stomach.
Back at school, the five of them went to evening self-study. Fang Yi naturally turned back to the art classroom.
Tonight, Fang Yi planned to paint a plaster statue of Marseille. But this time, he did not plan to use his preferred soft lines, but instead used rough and strong thick lines to draw, and the pencil he chose was also replaced by a darker 5B.
I sat in front of the easel and looked at it for a few times, then moved my hands on the paper and started drafting. For the first time, I used lines that I was not used to to show that Fang Yi painted very carefully. Basically, I scanned a few strokes on the paper and looked at it from an overall perspective.
Picture, and then go in-depth to depict the details.
When Fang Yi laid out the big feeling, he heard someone behind him say: "These lines are strong and powerful, and they are indeed very suitable for expressing Marseille!".
Fang Yi turned around and saw Wang Qiluo standing behind him, and couldn't help but said to Wang Qiluo: "What do you think is wrong?" After saying that, he stood up and stood side by side with Wang Qige, looking at his paintings.
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"If I were to draw it, I would make this area a little softer. The outline of the shadow on the shoulders where the beard falls would be heavier, but don't make it too dark. The neck part should be lighter..." Wang Qiluo commented on Fang Yi's painting.
At the end of the page, he said: "But your progress is not small. Compared with yesterday and today, it looks like two people painted. Is this the feeling of hand returning?".
"Maybe! Today's painting is very smooth, not as obscure as yesterday." After Fang Yi finished speaking, he asked Wang Qiluo: "Why are you here?" Wang Qiluo was different from Fang Yi. He rarely came to the art classroom in the evening.
His grades are his flaw. On Sunday morning, he goes to tutoring in cultural studies, and in the afternoon, he also goes to a tutoring class to draw portraits. It costs 60 yuan an hour, and basically 240 yuan an afternoon. This alone costs a lot of money in a year.
Wan Duo, in the six years since he decided to go to the Academy of Fine Arts, his family had invested only 80,000 yuan instead of 100,000 yuan. The so-called strength means having talent on the one hand, and money on the other hand.
"Lay the paper and prepare a group of still life paintings tomorrow," Wang Qiluo said as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked one to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi took the cigarette and lit it, then asked: "How about the model in your tutorial class for painting portraits? If it's good, I'll sign up for painting in a while!" I want to take the Central American Beauty Examination and I can't escape portraiture.
If you open it, you must draw something. What Fang Yi said about whether it is good or not means whether the models in this tutoring class are old, middle-aged and young, and whether their appearance is distinctive. It does not mean that the models are all young and beautiful girls.
"I think it's very good! The price is medium and not too expensive. If you want to say hello to me then, I can talk to the teacher," Wang Qiluo said.
"Let's talk in two months." Fang Yi would not directly tell Wang Qiluo that he wanted to go to the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Right now, the things he drew were a bit too far away from the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and he was too embarrassed to tell anyone.
The two chatted for a while, one continued to draw, and the other wetted the gouache paper with water, sealed the four sides with newspaper strips smeared with paste, and leaned the fine paper drawing board against the leg of the table. After doing this, he stood up again.
Behind Fang Yi, he looked at Fang Yi's paintings, but this time he didn't make a sound.
Wang Qiluo only looked at Fang Yi's paintings because Fang Yi's lines have a kind of toughness that he doesn't have, and they also have characteristics in wiring. The outline of the whole painting is precise and the structure is very rigorous. As a good painter,
Wang Qiluo is very good at learning, and he is currently studying the strengths of Fang Yi's paintings.
The two people painted and looked at each other, and an hour passed like this. When Fang Yi signed Fang Yi in the lower right corner of the painting and wrote the year, month and day below, the painting was completed.
"You have corrected what I said just now. Your understanding is really very strong, much better than mine," Wang Qiluo said.
Fang Yi said: "You think you can change it if you correct it, right? That's what I think anyway."