Wu Ziyun never interfered with art group gatherings in previous years. Although he was the deputy dean, he didn't really like doing things that required organizing a lot of people.
And the reason why he took over this matter this year was entirely for Peng Peng.
He hopes to take this opportunity to let Pengpeng get to know more seniors in the art world and learn from them at the same time.
He told Zhang Zhong before that the reason why so many people came this time was because others knew that Peng Peng and Zhang Zhong were coming. In fact, that was not entirely the case. Many of the people who came today were here for him, Wu Ziyun.
.
Pengpeng lived up to Wu Ziyun's hard work and watched these seniors painting very seriously.
Wu Ziyun held her back at first, but later simply let her go alone.
And he walked to the steps and stood with Zhang Zhong.
When they started painting, Zhang Zhong came to the stairs. The terrain here was relatively high and he could see everyone's drawing boards clearly.
Seeing Wu Ziyun coming over, Zhang Chong smiled and said, "I guess they didn't expect to have to take an exam when they came here today."
Wu Ziyun smiled and waved his hand, "It's not really an exam, it's just fun."
"I don't think they take this as a joke at all, they all work very hard," Zhang Zhong said.
"Actually, half an hour is really short. No matter how fast a person is, they can't complete a complete oil painting in half an hour." Wu Ziyun said.
Zhang Jian nodded and said, "At times like this, if you want to stand out, you have to take a different approach. By the way, Teacher Wu, do you know that classmate who hasn't written yet?"
Wu Ziyun searched the crowd and found the person Zhang Zhong was talking about. He smiled and said, "Of course I know him. He is Hu Hai."
"Hu Hai?" Zhang Zhong was startled.
Seeing Zhang Zhong's surprised expression, Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "Well, it's Hu Hai, the name is the same, and it's his original name, given by his parents."
"Then his parents are really interesting." Zhang Zhong said.
The name Hu Hai happened to hit a celebrity. Forget it if it was an ordinary celebrity, it happened to be Qin II, the Qin II who died after Qin II.
"His parents' history is a bit different, so they didn't know that Hu Hai existed in ancient times. I heard that Hu Hai was born in Haishi, so he was named Hu Hai." Wu Ziyun said.
Zhang Zhong expressed that he didn't quite understand. He felt that in modern times, it was incredible that a person who knew what time Hai hour was had not heard of Hu Hai, the second emperor of Qin.
At the same time, he was also glad that Hu Hai had been born a little earlier and not at Zishi, otherwise it would have been more interesting to call him "Hu Hai".
"I think he seems confident." Zhang Zhong said.
Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "Perhaps, Hu Hai has never taken the ordinary path. As you said, he likes to go eccentric. His works are bold in color, wild in line, and have strong personal expressionism."
"fauvism?"
"Yeah, Brutalism."
Zhang Zhong looked at Peng Peng and laughed, watching as the fake Fauvism met the real Fauvism.
Today's Fauvism is very different from the Fauvism at the beginning of the century. Today's Fauvism is more or less influenced by Cubism.
If we use Chinese words to describe the pursuit of Fauvism, it would be Da Yin Xi Sheng. Fauvist painters do not like too many complicated things. They like to make paintings simpler.
This is very different from hyper-realism like Wu Ziyun.
Now Zhang Zhong somewhat understands why Hu Hai is so unhurried. After all, their Fauvist paintings are more "simple". Sometimes when an idea comes to mind, they can immediately squeeze out the paint from the paint tube without mixing colors.
Directly onto the drawing board.
You don’t need to think too much about the lines, just draw them as you like, it’s all about personal expression.
It was probably in the last fifteen minutes that Hu Hai started to write.
Moreover, he came from behind and stopped when others had not finished painting.
Seeing him stop writing, Zhang Zhong walked down the stairs curiously and walked over. Wu Ziyun also followed.
After getting closer, Zhang Zhong only saw pieces of paint piled together on the drawing board, which seemed to have no order at all, like a child's graffiti.
He thought for a while, took a few steps back, found a suitable angle, and then saw something different.
The original patches of paint suddenly became vivid, like people one by one, some were carefree and carefree, some were anxious, and some were inexplicably sad.
It's just a piece of paint, and even if you get closer you can't see the shape. You can only stand farther away and rely on the blurry light to feel what's inside the painting, let alone see the expressions on the person's face clearly.
Some people may say, isn't this impressionism? It relies on hazy light to create a sense of paradox.
However, this is somewhat different from Impressionism. Impressionism emphasizes the use of light, but Hu Hai’s painting does not use any light at all. The color blocks are clearly distinct and the contrast is strong. The entire painting is completely based on
Use line and color contrast to reflect personal emotions.
Zhang Zhong approached Hu Hai again, who was drinking water from a teacup.
"What you painted seems to be the scene in Fengyue Exhibition Hall?" Zhang Zhong stood next to Hu Hai and asked.
Hu Hai turned his head slightly and saw Zhang Zhong beside him. He quickly put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "Teacher Zhang has a keen eye. What I painted is exactly the scene next to him."
"It's very interesting." Zhang Zhong said.
Hu Hai laughed and said, "I think what you said is very interesting and interesting."
"It's indeed interesting." Zhang nodded and said, but he didn't know whether he meant Hu Hai's paintings or Hu Hai's words.
Wu Ziyun said from the side, "You are getting better and better. You used to be arrogant, but now you seem to be more relaxed. There are a lot of things I need to learn from this painting."
"Teacher Wu, you are laughing at this graffiti." Hu Hai said modestly.
Wu Ziyun waved his hand, "This shouldn't be what you said, and this painting is indeed very good. It is indeed not easy to paint such a painting so quickly."
"I take advantage of this kind of short-term painting, so I won't win with force," Hu Hai said.
Wu Ziyun smiled and pressed his hand, "Hey, don't rush to say that victory is not possible. The time has not come yet, and the results have not come out yet. You may not be the winner. It is too early to talk about the feeling of winning in advance.
It’s early.”
"Yes, it's me, Meng Lang." Hu Hai said.
"You have indeed changed a lot."
Wu Ziyun was just joking. In fact, he also believed that Hu Hai's painting would be the most outstanding today. There should be no other works that are more outstanding than his painting.