Oil painting paper is cheaper than canvas, easier to handle, and suitable for daily training for novices.
However, oil painting is a special type of painting. Art students usually need to have a certain art foundation before they can start creating oil paintings. At this time, most of them are no longer interested in primary painting materials such as oil painting paper, so when Chen Ge saw the
When he was painting on paper, he had some doubts in his heart. What kind of person was it that created this work?
Chen Ge studied toy design and manufacturing at university and took some elective courses related to art and appreciation. He could see some clues from the other person's simple composition. The person who painted this painting was definitely not a novice.
"He seems to be constantly trying to express something." Chen Singer's finger slid across the paper. The upper half of the paper was rough and the lower half was smooth. The touch was completely different: "Why did he insist on painting in oil? Could it be?
Because oil painting can express his meaning better?"
There are two upside-down wards and two patients who look exactly the same. There is no problem in the composition of the picture. Only when you touch it with your hands will you find that the materials on the upper and lower parts of the drawing paper seem to be different.
"This is an oil painting. Do I need to apply paint on it to see the difference?"
With the mentality of giving it a try, Chen Ge opened the white cloth on the shelf and prepared to choose paint.
The shelves are very large, and the paints here are different from those sold in stores. They are all packed in glass cups without any trademarks or descriptions.
"Why...only red?"
Looking at the rows of glasses, Chen Ge froze on the spot. There were all kinds of reds on the shelves, but apart from red, there were no other colors here.
He stretched out his hand to unscrew the lid of the cup, and a faint smell of blood floated out. Chen Ge was sure that this was definitely not the smell that oil paints could emit.
"Just use it."
Chen Ge picked up the paintbrush on the easel and applied the red liquid in the cup to the oil painting paper.
After the first stroke, Chen Ge realized something was wrong.
There seemed to be an invisible dividing line in the middle of the paper. The dye in the cup only left a light red mark on the upper half of the paper, but left a dark red mark on the lower half, as hideous as a scar.
handwriting.
After several consecutive strokes, the painting on the easel changed its appearance.
The upper part seemed to be just a ward with light red lights on, but the lower part looked like it was soaked in blood.
The patients in the painting obviously have the same expression, but their feelings are completely different.
One looked ordinary, with a slightly blank expression, while the other was covered in blood, with hatred and resentment condensed on his face.
"Is this painting a reflection of the world behind the door? Or does it have a deeper meaning?"
After a few seconds, Chen Ge saw an even more magical scene.
The color of the special material of the drawing paper is slowly fading in the upper half, while the color in the lower half is deepening, as if the upper half of the painting has poured all the blood into the lower half.
"Isn't the world inside and outside the door like this? The despair in reality keeps pouring into the world behind the door. One purifies itself, and the other keeps becoming more desperate."
The more Chen Ge looked at it, the more he felt that the painting was related to the door. He tried to remove the painting, but he only removed half of it. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.
"Is that thing coming?"
The hairs on his hair stood up instantly. Chen Ge decisively gave up taking away the painting. He picked up a scrap manuscript from the ground and trotted to the window.
Chen Ge looked outside before entering this building. All the windows in this building did not have anti-theft nets installed.
Opening the thick gray-black curtains, Chen Ge pushed open the window and was about to climb out when he suddenly saw a person standing at the bottom of the building.
The other person had his head lowered, was wearing leather shoes, was tall and thin, and was in a very abnormal state.
"Teacher Bai?"
Teacher Bai, who was originally guarding the boys' apartment, appeared around the experimental building for some reason. He seemed to be looking for something.
Chen Ge's body that was about to flip out came back again, and he closed the curtains with lingering fear: "I was almost discovered!"
Looking outside through the gap in the curtains, Teacher Bai was wandering around the laboratory building. He seemed to be hesitating whether to enter the laboratory building.
"If you jump from here, you'll fall right on his face. What should you do?"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The knocking on the door became more urgent, and Chen Ge was now in a dilemma.
His brain was running rapidly, but the thing outside the door didn't intend to give him much time.
The sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole was like a knife piercing Chen Ge's chest. He had no time to hesitate. The door would be opened the next moment.
"No matter, let's leave first."
Putting his bag on his back, Chen Ge stepped on the edge of the window.
If you can't jump down, then climb to both sides.
He saw the right moment and moved to the window sill of the next room.
"If you hang it outside, Teacher Bai will see it sooner or later. This location is too conspicuous."
Holding the external air conditioner with both hands, before Chen Ge could take a breath, the door of the paint storage room was opened.
The person in the house seemed to have noticed that the window was open and was walking towards it!
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. As long as the other party stretched out his head and looked out the window, Chen Ge would be discovered.
"Go to the third floor!"
Gritting his teeth, Chen Ge grabbed the third-floor window sill with both hands and climbed to the third-floor window sill without any protective gear.
Just as he climbed onto the third-floor window sill, a pale white arm stretched out from the window of the paint storage room on the second floor.
Chen Ge stepped on the palm-wide window sill on the third floor, not even daring to breathe too hard.
Maintaining this position consumes a lot of physical strength. If you don't hold it firmly, you will fall.
Chen Ge tried to push the window on the third floor and found that it was not locked, so he jumped in decisively.
Before he had time to check what was in the room, he hid by the window and watched Teacher Bai secretly.
"Why doesn't he leave?"
The third floor is the most dangerous floor. The elevator first stopped on the third floor. When he took the elevator just now, the things in the elevator ended up on the third floor.
Staying in the corner, Chen Ge remained motionless. He decided to wait in this room until Teacher Bai left before making his next plan.
The night wind blew into the house, and the bright red curtains floated over his neck. Chen Ge was about to close the windows tightly when he suddenly remembered that the curtains on the second floor seemed to be grey-black.
His body paused for a second, and Chen Ge took a few steps back. After staying away from the window, he immediately opened the door and rushed out.
There was no light in the dark corridor. All the laboratory doors on the third floor were open, and some were still making creaking sounds.
Gently closing the door behind him, Chen Ge directly entered the room on the other side of the corridor.
He thought that if he went out from the window of this room, which was on the other side of the building, he could avoid Teacher Bai perfectly.