Chapter 096 Continue to draw on the teacher's canvas
On the second day, Fang Yi naturally spent another day playing with Mu Jin and Yan Lingling, but this time he went to pick up Zhang Xu first. It was good to have a comrade to share the pressure at Mu Jin's house, but Mu Jin's mother
Obviously he didn't have much interest in Zhang Xu. He asked a few questions about his name and what he did at home, but then stopped asking.
In the evening, I sent my girlfriend to the train station, and then sent Zhang Xu to the school gate, and then I drove back to the school by myself.
Parking the car downstairs in the family area of the school, Fang Yi walked to the door of the studio. Seeing that the door was unlocked, he opened the door. Fang Yi saw the teacher here today and asked in surprise: "Teacher! What are you doing today?"
Why are you still in the studio at this time?".
"Xiao Yi! I have something to tell you! If I can't wait for you anymore, I will go back." Liu Hongshuo put down the brush in his hand, wiped his hands and motioned for Fang Yi to sit down on the stool.
"What's going on!" Fang Yi asked with a smile while sitting on a stool not far from the teacher.
Liu Hongshuo turned around and sat on the chair: "Two things! One thing is that Liu Yuchan's daughter Liu Xiaoyi ran a cram school for the art exam, and there is a shortage of teachers for sketching and coloring. Let me ask you what you mean!".
"Teaching students?" Fang Yi felt that he wasn't very interested when he heard it. If he had time to teach these kids, he might as well paint a few more strokes.
Liu Hongshuo glanced at his disciple and said: "One hundred and fifty yuan an hour, two afternoons a week, a total of six hours. You can't always ask your family for money. For such an old man, it's good to just earn some living expenses."
Yes! Others who want to teach in Liu Xiaoyi’s class haven’t had the opportunity yet!”
Fang Yi calculated in his mind, nine hundred a week is three thousand six a month, so the income is not bad! Looking at the teacher's face, he nodded and said: "That's okay! I'll do this job!".
After hearing this, Liu Hongshuo's somewhat tense expression softened and he said: "The other thing is to go to the studio first every morning from now on, and I will teach you French for an hour!".
"French!?" Fang Yi asked the teacher after hearing this: "You don't want me to take another French test, do you?"
Liu Hongshuo said to his disciple: "Many authoritative art journals are in French. What can you do if you can't read it? And how can you learn oil painting without going to France to improve your eyesight? How comfortable can you communicate in English without French in France?"
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"Oh!" Fang Yi nodded after hearing this.
"Just these two things!" After Liu Hongshuo said that, he picked up the paintbrush again.
Fang Yi looked at the teacher and asked, "It's so late, why don't you go back and rest?" Are these two things worth waiting for him in the studio?
Liu Hongshuo said to Fang Yi without looking back: "Today I feel that my painting will be smoother and I will paint more strokes!".
After saying this, Fang Yi understood that his teacher's painting had a great feeling, and it was not an ordinary feeling! Only then did he stay in the studio until this time. Thinking of the teacher's painting with great passion, Fang Yi directly pulled it
I sat down behind the teacher on a stool and carefully watched the teacher paint, experiencing some of the details of the teacher's brushstrokes and color application.
After almost thirty or forty minutes, Fang Yi was stunned. It wasn't that the teacher's painting was very good, or that Fang Yi thought the teacher's painting was bad, but that Fang Yi himself was stunned by what was in his mind.
In the originally empty soul chain column, a name suddenly jumped out, unknown! And when he jumped over, it flashed in front of Fang Yi's eyes, and Fang Yi felt a burst of white light floating in front of his eyes.
There is only one name at the top of the Unknown Soul Chain Column. The name is covered with a layer of green, like it is activated on a computer. Fang Yi couldn't help but stare at the name in his mind for a second.
Just this second of staring! A slight feeling of discomfort swept across his eyes. When his eyes once again focused on the teacher's painting in front of him, something happened that stunned Fang Yi!
"The next stroke of clothes pleats, mix red with a little white lead," Fang Yi thought silently in his mind. Just after he finished reciting, he saw Liu Hongshuo taking French vermilion from the drawing board and mixing it with a little white lead, and added it to the palette.
After mixing it twice, he painted it on the canvas. And the place where he used the brush was exactly the same as what Fang Yi had in mind! Even how Liu Hongshuo used his fingers to mix the colors was the same as where Fang Yi felt he wanted to do it. It was like
Fang Yi now has Liu Hongshuo in his mind, who has taken over most of the command of his consciousness. However, Fang Yi's own consciousness has not left, but he has taken a step back mentally, seemingly watching as a bystander.
The behavior of another consciousness in the brain.
Holy shit! Fang Yi was so stunned that he stayed behind the teacher and watched for another five or six minutes. He seemed to be able to feel almost every step of Liu Hongshuo's painting, and even what he was thinking in his mind. Not only
Fang Yi suddenly understood what colors were used, as well as the brightness and blending methods of the colors. It was as if he had become accustomed to some of the things he didn't understand before. Not only did he feel the teacher's painting step,
The meaning of it, and I can clearly see the control of the final painting in my mind.
Looking at it this way, Fang Yicai has a deeper understanding of his teacher's control. Almost when the old man completes a part, he will compare it with the final work he wants in his heart. In other words, the old man can consider almost every aspect.
The final impact the pen color will have on the entire painting after being oiled or covered with other colors!
This kind of in-depth picture control is beyond the reach of Fang Yi now. In other words, Fang Yi has not yet reached the level of a teacher and does not have this understanding in his mind!
Liu Hongshuo put down the brush, wiped his hands with the warm cloth on the cabinet, and said: "That's it for today. I'll paint the rest tomorrow. It's not a good idea to be too excited." The words hadn't left his mouth yet.
When he spit it out, he saw his disciple's mouth open and his eyes staring blankly at his canvas, as if he could fit a large foreign egg into his mouth.
"Why are you so stunned!" Liu Hongshuo said. Seeing that it had no effect, he reached out and patted Fang Yi's shoulder gently and called out twice: "Xiaoyi! Xiaoyi!".
"Well! What's the matter?" After being slapped by the teacher, Fang Yi came back to his senses and subconsciously replied to his teacher.
Liu Hongshuo watched Fang Yi come back to his senses, and then said: "You just followed the devil!".
Fang Yi could only smile after hearing this, then rubbed his head and said to his teacher: "I'm so fascinated by it!".
"What do you mean by this?" Liu Hongshuo became interested in his disciple's words. Sometimes painting is like an intuition that cannot be described in words. It is like the Buddhist epiphany, which can only be seen from the picture.
Only those who have mastered the art can experience that feeling. This is why even masters cannot make every work reach the level of their own masterpieces. This is also why Western critics usually evaluate a painter based on his representative works to rate the painter.
For this reason, paintings by the same artist in the same historical period will also be different.
"Teacher, your control over the painting is really good. It seems that with just one stroke, you can know what it will look like in the future. Even if you cover it with color, you can still see the performance of the underlying color through the upper color."
Fang Yi opened his mouth and said directly, and now Fang Yi is much more careful in coloring classical oil paintings than the teacher. No teacher is so natural. Of course, if the old man has been painting for so long, he still thinks before and after like Fang Yi, then the name of the domestic oil painting master
It also contains a little too much water!
Liu Hongshuo couldn't help but feel a little proud after hearing his disciple's words of praise: "This kind of control can only be achieved by painting more, thinking more, carefully considering the role of each color in the final effect of the oil painting, and then practice makes perfect."
It’s not something that can be achieved overnight! Your progress has already made me very happy!”
Having said this, Liu Hongshuo stood up from his chair: "You take your time and watch! I'm going back to rest first." When he reached the door, he turned to his disciple and said again: "Come to the studio tomorrow morning, we will
First French class!" He looked at Fang Yi and nodded before walking out of the studio door.
Fang Yi waited for the teacher to leave, then sat back in front of his easel, then drew a few strokes and put down the pen in his hand. Like a child who got a new toy, Fang Yi couldn't help it in his heart.
After turning around, I returned to the teacher's easel and stared at the teacher's canvas for a while. Then I arrived at the door of the studio, opened the door and looked around for a few times. Then I closed the door again like a thief and gently
He quietly returned to the teacher's easel.
After staring at the unknown name in his mind for a second, that feeling came back to Fang Yi again. Fang Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and took out his palette and began to follow the teacher's instructions.
I started painting on the finished work.
This painting lasted two or three hours. It was not until almost two o'clock in the night that Fang Yi put down his painting brush, and then the teacher's consciousness in his mind disappeared.
"Not bad!" Fang Yi looked at what he helped the teacher draw and evaluated himself. After watching the teacher's painting style for so long, Fang Yi certainly knew whether he looked like the teacher when he wrote it! Anyway, now Fang Yi looks like the teacher.
What I drew is generally the same. But in the end I still have to wait for the teacher to see it for himself tomorrow.
Fang Yi dared to do this because he knew that the teacher loved him, and at most he would be scolded by the teacher. What's more, he really couldn't control the kind of lust in his heart, and he was arrogant because of his lust!
The reason why I didn’t continue painting was because if I painted any more, the secret would be exposed. When the teacher came to touch the painting tomorrow morning, the paint was still freshly applied. No matter how careless Liu Hongshuo was, he knew it!
Putting down the paintbrush, Fang Yi returned to his easel and threw the paintbrush into the small bucket. Then he restored the colors on his palette to almost the same as before, which was regarded as destroying the corpse. Then he closed the studio.
I went back to the dormitory to sleep. I am very much looking forward to the teacher’s reaction tomorrow!