During this process, Ren He finished his work at the Juilliard School every day and then went to Old Richard's office on time to sit there, motionless and not knowing what he was thinking.
Old Richard was quietly waiting in his back room without disturbing Ren He.
This scene will probably shock a lot of people when it is spread. Richard, a master of the generation, would quietly wait for a junior to slowly conceive and paint!
But Richard just did it, and he believed from the bottom of his heart that Ren He's painting was worth doing.
On the seventh day, Ren He suddenly stood up and selected a larger canvas from the side and nailed it to the solid board. This way, the canvas would not feel like it was stretched on the canvas and would still have some elasticity. If the painting was small,
It doesn't matter, but the canvas he chose this time is too big, as tall as a person.
The difference between oil painting and watercolor is very big. Watercolor paint dries very quickly, so there is no room for regret.
Oil painting is different. The paint in oil painting is layered. You can even apply it very thickly on top, or you can paint another painting directly on top of the original work to completely cover it.
Even if someone's painting is not ideal, they can scrape it off and start over again.
Its color is bright, saturation is strong, it is not easy to change color, and it has strong plasticity.
But Ren He never intended to make any modifications during the painting process, otherwise he wouldn't have sat there for so long.
Ren He sat back down after applying the base color with a brush, keeping quiet and waiting. He was surrounded by his oil paintings, some of which were put aside to dry by Old Richard because they were formed too quickly.
Sometimes a work of oil painting can even last several years of creation, not only waiting for the layers of paint to dry, but also repeatedly carving.
But it is normal to complete practice works in one day. If they are commercial products, the fastest would be 3-5 days. However, Ren He did not intend to treat those paintings as commodities, and secondly, they are just for expressing his emotions.
One way, and the third way is that he omits too many steps every time he draws, and Ren He's level is fully sufficient to support him in doing so.
During this process, Richard discovered a problem: Ren He didn't even plan to start the draft, that is, he didn't even plan to start the draft to determine the rough composition.
Even the old Richard himself had to start a draft most of the time. After all, it was just an imagination in his mind, but who knows what it would look like if he actually drew it.
Many people have this feeling: their own speaking voice sounds good in their head, but when recorded, it sounds a bit unpleasant.
I have to say that the brain is magical. Sometimes you have conceived something very beautiful in your mind, and even you think it is perfect, but in reality it is far from it.
As for Ren He, he didn't have any at all now, so he was just going to draw it directly.
The method that old Richard usually uses is very particular. He will first make a sketch on a piece of parchment paper as big as the canvas. After the line position is corrected to the final effect, he will use a needle to punch a series of holes along the line at even intervals, and then
Cover the canvas with parchment paper and sprinkle charcoal powder on the front. The charcoal powder will leak into the canvas where there are holes. After removing the manuscript, a series of black spots will be left on the canvas.
But that's not the case with Ren He. Ren He never draws a draft...the draft is in his head.
This time Ren He started slowly and painted slowly. He only finished a little bit almost every day, and then patiently went back and waited for the next day.
However, Richard had already discovered that when the third day began, Ren He gradually became faster and faster, the colors on the canvas began to become brighter, and the outlines and shapes of the oil paint began to reveal some strange charm, but knowing that now, the old man
Richard didn't even know what Ren He wanted to paint.
On the fifth day, Ren He, who had no classes at the Juilliard School, came to Richard Sr.'s office early. He stood quietly in front of the canvas, seemingly immersed in his own world.
At the camp at an altitude of 6,000 meters on Mount Everest, watching the setting sun every day, Ren He felt so lonely.
No one could understand him. Even An Si thought he was too desperate and told him along the way that his decision to climb Mount Everest this time was unwise!
He sat on the big rock as if looking at the end of the world.
He was worried that Lao Ren and Ren's mother would oppose him, and even to this day he did not dare to confess his true dream to Su Ruqing, Yang En, Lao Ren, and Ren's mother.
Ren He seemed to have returned to his past life. He was walking on the road of e-sports, but everyone around him was telling him that e-sports was a scourge.
Even close friends and relatives would advise him to look back.
At that time, he wanted to tell everyone that this was his dream, and he didn't want to give up. But at that time, he didn't have the unparalleled courage, so he backed down.
In this life, he played extreme sports. Everyone thought that playing extreme sports would lead to death. He did not dare to tell his family, his mother-in-law, or many people because he was worried that those people would prevent him from being electrocuted like in his previous life.
Just like racing to stop him from playing extreme sports.
However, at this time, there was such a person who suddenly traveled thousands of miles to Nepal, and then entered the Himalayas alone. He couldn't keep up with the team on the way, so he waited for the next team, and finally stood under that sunset.
When I got in front of him, I just wanted to tell him: Others may not understand you, but I do.
At that moment, Ren He felt that the sunset on the horizon had infinite magic power, it was gentle and soft.
Ren He suddenly started moving, constantly adjusting the paint and even using his own arm as a palette. His speed was so fast that old Richard could not imagine it.
Old Richard watched helplessly as a girl quickly appeared on the entire canvas, while the orange sunset on the horizon reflected her, making her look indescribably beautiful.
He found it incredible that oil paint was soft and its shape required patience to outline, but Ren He was able to get the oil paint to the right spot in one step with every stroke, as if that was already the result of his careful consideration.
Yes, it was indeed the result of careful consideration. It took 5 days of brewing, and then on the fifth day, in just 6 hours, all the pictures were presented. It was at this time that Old Richard
Finally, I clearly realized that Ren He's painting skills were no less than his own.
This is a master-level realistic oil painting!
The face of the girl in the picture is a little dirty. She is wearing a red jacket. Even the jacket is a little dirty. Her soft hair looks particularly messy when blown by the wind between the snow-capped mountains. The light of the setting sun gives her a layer of background.
Let her be like an angel who comes to save 'loneliness'.
It is such a girl who should be very embarrassed, but she has a stubborn and determined smile.
Ren He looked at Yang Xi on the canvas and seemed to hear her say again: "I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything. I asked Brother Erbao to know that you came here, so he went home and got his passport and came here. Without a guide, he could only
I followed the Sherpa team, but I couldn't keep up with their speed, so I lost one team and could only wait for the next team. I crossed countless rivers and passed through countless canyons.
, I have climbed countless hills, and I just want to tell you that if you hide it from me next time, I will find you even if I chase you to the end of the world."
"I support your dream, but you must include me in your dream."
Ren He stood in front of the canvas and was extremely happy. He said softly: "Thank you for saving my loneliness."
In this life, he is not struggling alone, because at least there is someone who is stubbornly supporting him.
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