Zhang Zhong said a few words briefly and then came down from behind the podium. After all, he was not the protagonist today.
Wu Ziyun nodded to Zhang Dian, and then walked onto the podium.
"Teacher Zhang Zhong discussed with you the relationship between writing and art from the perspective of a litterateur. I think you should be able to gain a lot from it." Wu Ziyun also knew that the protagonist today was not Zhang Zhong, so he mentioned Zhang Zhong just now.
His speech quickly entered the topic of today, "Logically speaking, for today's party, we should meet at the studio. But there are more people here this year. If you all squeeze into the same studio, you probably won't be able to move your feet."
Open. I only found out this morning that so many students were coming, so I asked the school for the Fengyue Exhibition Hall at the last minute. Wait for the teacher on duty to bring the key later, and I will take you there."
Fengyue Exhibition Hall is a small exhibition hall of Central Academy of Fine Arts. It is not large in area. The three floors above and below are only one thousand square meters in total, and one and a half floors are filled with various paintings. However, it is no problem for art groups to use it for gatherings.
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There is no specific process for art group gatherings, but generally, they will talk about art-related things in the studio.
Sometimes when I meet students who are studying at school, some seniors will also practice on the spot and teach their experience to the younger students.
In fact, there is no need for the Fengyue Exhibition Hall. CAFA’s largest lecture theater also has 200 seats. You can also complete the communication by moving to the largest lecture theater.
Wu Ziyun also wanted to make this party more grand, so he specially requested the Fengyue Exhibition Hall.
After a while, the teacher on duty at Fengyue Exhibition Hall came over with the key.
Wu Ziyun waved to the people below and said, "Everyone, come with me. There is no need to rush. Come in order of seating. I am not afraid that you will fall behind. You should all know the location of Fengyue Exhibition Hall."
A student below laughed and said, "Dean Wu, it doesn't matter if there are people you don't know. We have a big place like Central Academy of Fine Arts. You can walk around in a few minutes. With a sign as big as Fengyue Exhibition Building, why are you afraid of looking for it?"
Not enough?"
Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "This classmate, please go out for a few minutes and try to spin around for me."
The classmate who spoke to me before said quickly, "Dean Wu, this is called exaggeration. Teacher Zhang Zhong, you are a great writer, don't you think so?"
Zhang Zhong smiled and nodded, "Yes, it seems that this classmate studied seriously in elementary school."
Wu Ziyun shook his head, "Stop talking nonsense and follow me quickly."
Fengyue Building is not far from the classroom where they are now. Turn right when you go out and you can see the big sign of Fengyue Building when you look up. It takes three minutes to walk there.
In less than ten minutes, everyone arrived in the lobby on the first floor of Fengyue Building.
Later, Wu Ziyun asked several students at school to move some drawing boards and get some tools.
After everything was ready, Wu Ziyun stood in the middle and said, "In the past, when your art group got together, you communicated freely without restrictions. This is good, you are very relaxed. But today I am going to give you a topic, and then you will be enthusiastic
Sign up and come and give a lecture based on the topic I asked, or just do it directly."
"Just do it, we don't have enough time," someone said.
"It's not a normal exam, why should I give you three or four hours? At most half an hour, you can make up your own mind."
"Half an hour..."
"Well, how much can you draw in half an hour? You are not students anymore, you know what I want to see." Wu Ziyun clapped his hands and said, "Listen up, the topic I give you this time is time. I must have heard
You can guess why I asked this question. Most of you have left school for many years. I think you should be very emotional when you return to CAFA. The word "time" fits your current situation perfectly.
Feeling."
Some students who had a good relationship with Wu Ziyun couldn't help complaining, "Teacher Wu, isn't this question too old-fashioned? Every time it has anything to do with his alma mater, time must be mentioned."
Wu Ziyun said, "It's a bit crude, but the more common the question, the more it tests your skills. Come on, sign up enthusiastically. Those who are willing to speak orally come to my left, and those who are willing to do it come to my right."
After saying this, everyone in the art team looked at each other, but no one wanted to move forward.
Wu Ziyun added, "If none of you take the initiative to come over, I will ask for your name."
When Wu Ziyun asked for names, several people immediately came out.
The first few people who came out were all familiar with Wu Ziyun. They knew that if they didn't come out, Wu Ziyun would definitely call them by name soon.
Rather than waiting for Wu Ziyun to point them out, it would be better to take the initiative.
Wu Ziyun said with a smile, "Okay, okay, others should be more active."
Probably these few people took the lead, and soon more people signed up.
Later, Wu Ziyun roughly counted and found that a total of twenty-five people had signed up, accounting for one-third of the total number of people, which was considered very good.
What surprised Zhang Zhong was that among the twenty-five people, 18 actually chose to take action, while only seven chose to speak orally.
Anyone can see that it is very difficult to do it because you only have half an hour.
Zhang Zhong noticed that Zeng Yun, who had chatted with them before, also signed up, and he chose dictation.
This actually made Zhang Zhong a little regretful, because he wanted to see Zeng Yun's paintings more. Judging from Wu Ziyun's previous attitude, Zeng Yun must be very talented indeed.
Soon, a special exam began.
A dozen people each stood in front of a drawing board, and each person's performance was different.
Some people are very fast and start mixing colors as soon as they stand in front of the drawing board.
Some people take their time, just holding their chin and thinking.
Zhang Zhong noticed that there was one person among them who was more interesting. This person was in his thirties, not tall. He had squinty eyes, and his normal expression gave people the impression that he was laughing.
He stood in front of the drawing board, neither rushing to start nor thinking, but slowly opened the teacup he brought with him and took a sip of tea. Then he held the teacup and walked back and forth among more than a dozen people, looking at others.
Because the first floor of Fengyue Exhibition Hall is quite large, the distance between the paintings is far away, so there is a large space in the middle for others to walk through.
The people watching were not idle either. When they actually started painting, they slowly gathered around and watched quietly without speaking.
Wu Ziyun pulled Pengpeng and walked among the crowd, and whispered to her, "These senior brothers and sisters are very powerful, you have to learn from them."