"Who did you learn sketching from?" Wang Qiluo was very curious, because the things Fang Yi drew were definitely not in the style taught in the art class. Now it can be seen that Fang Yi's paintings pursue the accuracy of form, and then
The detailed characterization is very delicate and rigorous, while retaining a strong sense of lines.
Fang Yi thought for a moment and said: "I often make some sketches to look at. Of course, I only look at the styles I like, such as Leonardo da Vinci, Jacques-Louis David, and Ingres." This
To be honest, Fang Yi would go shopping online with his kitten whenever he was at home. The most common thing he did was search for things like sketches and colors, but the things he could get were not very clear, so he could only take a rough look.
"No teacher to teach?" Wang Qiluo asked after hearing this. He looked at Fang Yi and nodded before saying: "I don't know what to say." Wang Qiluo likes Fang Yi's painting method, but it does not mean that Wang Qiluo will learn it. In Wang Qiluo's opinion, this is
Drawing is a bit risky. The Academy of Fine Arts has its own style. The teachers who grade the papers all have their own preferences. Most of these teachers are from domestic art academies. What kind of sketching style is pleasing to the eye?
After saying this, it was too late, and the two finally left the art room.
In the next month, Fang Yi's daily life consisted of sleeping, eating and painting. Except for the two young lovers who held hands and soaked in the library for a few hours every Sunday afternoon, it was considered a date.
Outside, I almost devoted myself to painting.
In the eyes of Teacher Sun and his classmates, Fang Yi is not only hard-working but also has talent beyond the reach of ordinary people. Fang Yi's progress can be seen in almost every painting. If there is no talent, what does it mean to have it?
And as long as the teacher points out some mistakes in the painting, Fang Yi will significantly improve or completely correct these mistakes in the next painting.
When all the experience bars reached about 80%, Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo were already the two best painters in the art class. However, their styles were very different. Wang Qiluo was a standard and orthodox domestic academy.
school style, while Fang Yi can only be regarded as a school of his own.
Regarding this situation, Fang Yi wanted to go to a domestic college to study. There are advantages in getting into college. Wouldn't it be a bit silly not to take advantage of this? But every time he went to a higher school, the experience bar did not increase significantly. It was not as good as
Drawing in his own way improved a lot. After trying for a week, Fang Yi had to give up. He could only make himself a little stupid.
With the sudden rise of Fang Yi, there is no Fang Yi or Wang Qiluo sect in the art classroom, and everyone is more harmonious. In the past, when Wang Qiluo was the only one, he was far ahead of others, and not many people were embarrassed to ask Wang Qiluo to point out their own paintings.
Fang Yi has a cheerful personality, and they have often communicated with each other since Wang Qiluo came to mount paper in the evening. When others saw that Wang Qiluo was not as difficult to get along with as they thought, they would often ask for advice.
"Wang Qiluo, Fang Yi, if you have time, come over and help me look at my paintings." A second-year high school student said as he watched the two of them stand up.
Wang Qiluo was about to ask Fang Yi to do some exercise, but after hearing what this man said, the two of them had no choice but to walk to his easel.
After standing in front of this person's easel for less than a minute, the two of them compared it with the plaster statue.
"Tell me first," Fang Yi said to Wang Qiluo.
Wang Qiluo was not polite: "First of all, looking at the big shape, these two places are a bit inaccurate, and the areas that should be empty are not smoothed out. The whole picture looks a bit flat, and the eye sockets are a bit too deep. You drew them
"It's a bit dead." At this point, he turned to Fang Yi, smiled and said, "His lines imitate yours, you can tell me about the problem with the lines."
"The lines on the cheeks are good, but the forehead is not handled well, and the connection between the faces is a bit far-fetched. If you divide the face too much, it will feel like there is a problem. Don't force it and try a little.
Come on," Fang Yi said. This classmate is learning his own lines, trying to use some arcs to make a soft transition like himself, but his drawing method is very stiff and not as good as his previous painting method, and the entire forehead looks stiff.
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Wang Qiluo said with a smile: "I suggest you don't imitate his lines, just learn according to your own situation. It's very difficult to draw well like this. I really tried. You can't compare with him. This is a monster! Prepare to draw
Take the lines to the limit." After speaking, he patted Fang Yi on the shoulder and said.
Fang Yi smiled and said nothing after hearing this. He knew that what Wang Qiluo said was right. Fang Yi's pursuit of lines was like a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. If Fang Yi couldn't help but emphasize something, it could only be said to be outlines.
The precision and expressiveness of the lines.
There were two of them. The two of them commented on three or four paintings before leaving the art room. Wang Qiluo hid in the corner and took out two cigarettes from his pocket and threw one to Fang Yi.
The two squatted side by side and lit a fire, leaning their backs against the wall while basking in the sun and chatting.
After taking a sip, Wang Qiluo said: "The exam is about to take place in a little more than three months. Are you sure which schools you want to apply for? How many places are you going to take the exam?"
"What about you?" Fang Yi squinted and felt the golden sunlight with a little orange through his eyelids.
Wang Qiluo said: "I have to apply for more. I plan to try out as many art academies as possible."
"You are so powerful. It will take at least more than a month to run around here. If there is a second test, it will be even longer." Fang Yi was stunned when Wang Qiluo said this. These major art academies are distributed all over the country, and they go back and forth.
I'm afraid I won't be able to take the train in time, so I'll have to fly in the sky.
"There's nothing we can do about it! What about you?".
"I'm going to go to two or three places, Central America and the United States, to take the test, and then if I can get there in time, I'll just take the stone art test," Fang Yi said.
As soon as he heard the two schools mentioned by Fang Yi, Wang Qiluo understood: "Do you want to be closer to your girlfriend? Mu Jin is going to be admitted to Mingzhu University." Looking at Fang Yi, he nodded and said, "Actually, you should at least try.
Try Yanmei, the realism is very strong!".
"I won't go! It smells like Maozi's paintings, and I really don't like it," Fang Yi said. It's not that Yanmei is bad, but Fang Yi doesn't like it!
"That's right! It can be said that it goes against your current style." Wang Qiluo couldn't help shaking his head and laughing after hearing what Fang Yi said.
The two smoked a cigarette and returned to the art classroom. Wang Qiluo and Fang Yi's easels were placed in front of a group of still lifes. A dark jar, a wine bottle and several fruits of different colors were placed on it.
On the white cloth, two people were preparing to paint gouache. For the same group of still lifes, the main colors in Fang Yi's painting were warm colors, while the main colors in Wang Qiluo's painting were cold colors.
The first person to finish the painting was Wang Qiluo. After finishing the painting, he stood behind Fang Yi, folding his arms and watching Fang Yi finally adjust the color tone of the painting.
Waiting for Fang Yi to finish the painting and sign his name, Teacher Sun put the two people's paintings together, clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, come here!" After hearing these words, the painting students knew that Teacher Sun was coming again.
It was time to evaluate the paintings of two people, so I put down the brushes in my hands and gathered in front of the two easels.
"Let's take a look at these two paintings first. If nothing else, a unified tone is revealed. Fang Yi's bright and transparent painting handles the shades of colors and the relationship between reality and reality quite well. The overall color feels bright and fresh. In terms of hue,
, the brightness and purity are quite well controlled, and the shape is accurately produced.
Move!" Teacher Sun said: "Look at Wang Qiluo's painting again. He has very strong color control, controlling the entire tone in gray-green, with clear layers, gray but not dirty, and a compact and perfect structure. During the exam,
With such a level, you are sure to get high scores. Of course, let’s go to Central America and let’s talk about that.”
One of the students waited for Teacher Sun to finish his words and said with a smile: "Teacher Sun! Fang Yi is a monster, and he just came to attack us!" The other students all laughed after hearing this.
Teacher Sun listened and said with a smile: "Fang Yi is talented. You have only seen his progress. Didn't you see that Fang Yi thinks carefully every time, whether before, during or after painting? No one can paint well."
You get it for nothing! Think more about how to improve yourself, and look at other students who are good at painting! If you are like Fang Yi and devote your whole body and mind to it, you will improve very quickly!"
After listening to Teacher Sun's words, other students, including Wang Qiluo, began to think deeply.
Fang Yi felt a little embarrassed. Others saw him thinking deeply, thinking that he was completely thinking about how to improve his painting skills. Only Fang Yi knew that he only thought about how to paint when he was painting. In normal time, he was thinking about how to paint.
Most of them are thinking about how to do it quickly
Raise the experience to the advanced level. I originally thought that people like Wang Qiluo would be high-end goods, but who knew that this was only 80% of the intermediate level, and how advanced would it be? Fang Yi was very eager to see in his heart, and when he thought of this, he
Yi's heart felt like grass had grown, and she was unbearably hungry and thirsty.
Judging from what Tian Fangyi has been thinking about these days, as long as he invests in it, his brain can control the painting and express the object through his own hands. Only in this way can he have experience. Every time he finishes painting, he will gain more insights.
The more experience you have, the more experience you have. But if you try to copy down exactly what you see, no matter how real and accurate your drawing is, you won’t have any experience at all. This makes Fang Yi feel confused from time to time.
I lament in my heart that it is easy to deceive others but it is difficult to deceive oneself through experience in the mind.
At the same time, Fang Yi also deeply understood what his previous teacher said: In painting, you are expressing the object, not copying the object. If you want to plagiarize, just click the camera! Why do you have to spend so much money?
Time to paint! If you say this is painting, then what is the meaning of your existence as a painter?
After thinking about this matter in the past few days, Fang Yicai started painting conscientiously. He carefully summarized each of his paintings and then paid attention to the shortcomings when painting the next one.
"Fang Yi! Teacher Sun is asking you something!" Just as Fang Yi was thinking about this matter, Wang Qiluo touched Fang Yi's arm standing next to him with his elbow.
"What's the matter?" Fang Yi raised his head and said to Teacher Sun.