I got together with my girlfriend for almost two full days, and it wasn't until Sunday afternoon that Fang Yi left for Shicheng. Overall, this trip made Fang Yi very happy, but there always seemed to be something missing in this happiness. He didn't stand there for a whole day.
Fang Yi felt a little overwhelmed in front of the easel. It was not that Fang Yi didn't bring a sketchbook with him, but he never let Fang Yi see anything that moved him or touched him.
Back in the studio, Fang Yi began to immerse himself in his practice and began to complete his third batch of three still life sketches. He and Luan Xiao ran for a run every morning. After getting familiar with this rhythm, he began to draw his own Yifuan sketches on paper.
For Fang Yi, the move is more for fun than creating a set of boxing techniques. Just look at the sketch on the paper and you will know that although the move requires strong force (young people! Don’t like that kind of soft thing), the first thing is
The key factor is not strength but beauty. The first requirement for Fang Yi's moves is that they look good.
What was created in this way is definitely not an orthodox boxing style. It is a bit like something between boxing and dancing. What is embarrassing is that some of the created moves are not even done by Fang Yi himself. I have to say that they are a bit like that.
Embarrassing. Although Fang Yi got it randomly, it is enough for physical exercise, so he just used it for broadcasting.
Putting down the pencil in his hand, Fang Yi sprayed setting liquid on the three sketches that satisfied him, stapled the three pieces of paper together with the handwritten covers in the upper left corner with a stapler, and then stapled the three pieces together.
The manuscript that satisfied me was torn into pieces and thrown into the wastebasket.
I reached out and tried the picture on the easel, then looked at the autumn rain outside the window and couldn't help but sigh. The temperature in Shicheng, which was approaching October, began to slowly drop. In addition, the autumn rain made the oil on the picture dry a bit slowly.
Pushing open the door of the studio, Fang Yi walked to the corridor at the door and watched the thin autumn rain pattering the woods. The small raindrops on a leaf not far away mixed together to form a large soft drop of water.
The leaves finally couldn't bear such weight. They fell lightly, and then bounced up quickly, swaying gently in the autumn rain. The big water droplets slipped from the leaves silently the moment they fell.
It hit the slightly autumn-yellow grass.
The autumn rain took away a trace of annoyance in Fang Yi's heart, causing Fang Yi to tighten his tight coat. Just as he was about to turn around and return to the studio, he found a large beetle with black and white flowers lying on the window pane. It was still tall.
It's really not small, as long as one of Fang Yi's fingers.
Fang Yi, who had a childlike innocence, immediately walked over as if he had found a treasure, picked up one of the hard tentacles of the beetle and carried it into the studio. He took a red thread and tied one end to the beetle's hard neck.
The other end was tied to a thumbtack, wrapped twice around it, and pressed onto his painting counter. Fang Yi pulled over the stool and picked up the small round-headed paintbrush he soaked in water, and used the pen barrel to sweep over the beetle's tentacles.
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Fang Yi had a good time, but as a beetle, he seemed a little unhappy. He moved around Fang Yi's painting cabinet with an anxious look. After a few minutes, the beetle seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.
He ran away again, but stood motionless on the table. Fang Yi had no choice but to tap the beetle's back gently with the pen, trying to get the little guy to continue moving.
"You've got a bad temper!" Fang Yi looked at the immobile beetle on the counter and said with a smile. After teasing him for a few more times, it still didn't move. Fang Yi could only say: "Then just stand like this, it's just right.
I'll be a model." After saying that, he lowered his head and pulled out a small piece of paper from under the picture frame, spread it out on the counter and started sketching a beetle.
From time to time, he got closer and observed this little creature with matte eyes. Fang Yi drew the beetle on the table in half an hour. Then he felt that something was missing, so he thought about it and used the lead in his hand.
The pen barrel tapped the beetle's back twice more: "You're lucky today, I'm going to paint you on the canvas, so that your short little life can be regarded as a dedication to art! How about it, feel proud!"
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After looking at the beetle for a while, Fang Yi started to pick up a small stretched picture frame. As for the foundation that he had just painted once or twice, Fang Yi didn't have time to mind and put it directly on the easel, picked up the pen and started writing.
He squeezed a few paints onto the palette and started painting. Fang Yi didn't paint the entire painting with his newly captured little animal model, but only took up a piece in the upper right corner, and quickly completed the first step.
, ivory black mixed with white creates a relationship between form and light and shadow.
When he was satisfied with the painting, Fang Yi put down the brush, wiped his hands with a wet cloth and looked at the four corners of the painting that were still empty. He thought for a moment and said to the beetle in a daze: "I'll find two companions for you!
"After saying that, I stood up and walked into the continuous autumn rain without taking any rain gear.
After working for a while, Fang Yi finally found another insect, a knife mantis with a grayish tint on its back. Its scientific name is a praying mantis. Only because of the green color on its belly, this unlucky little thing was exposed to Fang Yi's sight.
Catching it in his hand, Fang Yi quickly ran back to the studio, found another thin thread and tied it to the table. Fang Yi seemed to be in a mood and rushed into the rain curtain again, but this time it was not so good.
As luck would have it, Fang Yi didn't find anything of interest except for a few beetles occasionally.
Returning to the studio, Fang Yi stood in the corridor at the door, stamped the dirt off his feet, then reached out to disperse some rainwater clinging to his hair, and then entered the studio.
Sitting in front of the easel, Fang Yi said to the two insects: "It's bad luck that I only have the two of you for company! But don't worry, even though it's just the two of you, there are still many poses to be made!".
Fang Yi was not joking. He first picked up a pencil and drew a sword beetle, then used the sword beetle to ride a longhorned beetle, and then the beetle rode a longhorned beetle. However, the newly caught sword beetle was very
Ignorant, he kept crawling around without any political consciousness. In the end, Fang Yi had to find another rope to tie the two little things' necks together, and this time the sword beetle calmed down.
When Liu Hongshuo arrived at the studio in the afternoon, he saw Fang Yi sitting next to the painting cabinet and playing with two insects. He put the umbrella in his hand by the door and said, "How old are you? You still want to play with this!" But as an old man,
His eyes turned to the easel and saw a picture of four insects painted by the students and said: "Then you continue to play!".
Fang Yi raised his head and said to the teacher: "It was so humid today that I didn't even finish a few paintings. When I came over, my hands were still sticky to the touch. I happened to see this little thing, and then I grabbed another one to keep me company.
!". As he spoke, he hit the beetle on the head with the pen again.
Liu Hongshuo walked to the small room, took out his unfinished painting, tried on the picture and felt that he had almost finished the painting, so he put on his work clothes and continued to complete the next step.
Fang Yi watched the teacher write, and moved a stool to sit behind the teacher, watching Liu Hongshuo draw. Now Fang Yi doesn't care much about what is in his mind, because after he becomes proficient, the experience bar of this thing grows too slowly.
It's not like before. I made progress as I drew. Now that I have drawn so much, I still can't see much progress compared to before. The small strips below seem to be motionless. Now the whole
The experience bar has climbed to one-tenth and is still gone.
Fang Yi was too lazy to look carefully, but when Fang Yi sat behind the teacher, the unknown experience bars hidden in the chain of souls in his mind were indeed moving forward slowly, but Fang Yi didn't pay attention.
Just arrived.
After looking at it for forty minutes, Liu Hongshuo put down his painting brush, stood up from his seat, expanded his chest, and said to Fang Yi: "You are almost done practicing now, and you can start painting your painting!".
Of course, Liu Hongshuo was very satisfied with Fang Yi's progress in classical techniques and thought that the student could start shoveling off the oil on the original painting and begin to truly complete the work.
Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "I think it's still a little bit lacking. I need to think more about the character shapes in the picture. Also, this time I'm not going to completely use classical techniques. I'm going to use direct painting to express the brushstrokes of the picture at the same time."
Do some texture effects, and then do partial over-dyeing on the characters! This way the picture may be more exciting!" After saying this, he looked at his teacher, waiting for the old man's suggestion.
Liu Hongshuo thought for a while and said: "It's up to you to decide how you want to express your work. However, the rising smoke and sky in the picture should reflect some brushstrokes and textures better!".
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this.
Liu Hongshuo looked at his disciple and said: "Stretch two more canvases, don't make them too big! 92x73 is enough. After the stretch is done, I will invite a model over and you can follow suit!" After that, he said to Fang Yi.
: "Don't be as useless as last time! If you're like last time, I'll throw you out immediately! Learn to respect others!" After saying this, he couldn't help but think of the last time he taught his disciples to practice, Fang Yi stared at the photo in embarrassment
Look.
"How is that possible?" Fang Yi quickly waved his hand to the teacher and said, "You don't need to throw it away at that time, I will go out automatically." At this moment, Fang Yi knew that the teacher was preparing to draw the human body, so he could also paint beside it
.For Fang Yi to say that he is not curious about this matter, that would be a lie! How could an inexperienced man in his teens not be curious about the body of the opposite sex? Fang Yi is not a eunuch! Naturally, he has some expectations in his heart
, this is also a normal psychological phenomenon.
I happily found an easel and my own drawing board, put them on the table, and started cutting cloth and boiling glue.
Liu Hongshuo only reminded his disciple that he was not afraid that Fang Yi would really stare at the model's body without blinking, but he just tapped his disciple to make him remember what he said before.
When drawing models, you must learn to be respectful. This is basic courtesy. In addition, Liu Hongshuo believes that Fang Yi's current level should be enough to draw human bodies. In the future, he will often arrange some distinctive models to come over and let his disciples do some exercises.
Thinking of this, he said to Fang Yi who was busy with the bandage: "Tomorrow I will bring you two artistic anatomy books. Take a good look at them. One is about the European human body and the other is from China. They are very detailed.
It introduces the bones and muscles of the human body. Only if you are familiar with these can you draw the human body well!"
"I know." Fang Yi raised his head and looked at the teacher, then lowered his head and started working on his hands.