Almighty painter

Chapter 13 Master Demeanor
Only two drawing boards were taken.

After some discussion, since the time limit was only 5 minutes, the Sakai brothers and sisters were allowed to draw first, followed by Gu Weijing and Tanaka Masakazu.

In fact, not many people in the field really cared about the competition in the latter group, but everyone was very interested in the up-and-coming stars like the Sakai sisters and brothers who had already made a name for themselves in the circle before entering the art college of a professional university.

"Shengzi, Gangchang, come on!"

Professor Kazushige Sakai in the crowd shook his fist.

Gu Weijing's eyes fell on this middle-aged uncle.

If it wasn't for Mr. Cao's unexpected willingness to come out, then the host of the [Master Project] this time would be this fat uncle who looks like a ball.

The most intuitive impression of the uncle is that he is fat, wearing a beige windbreaker, and looks round like a penguin.

Uncle Sakai Kasunari's facial features are not bad at all, and he was also an idol painter when he was young.

According to the reporter of RB local art magazine that Gu Weijing knew.

When the famous painter Kazunari Sakai was studying abroad at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Spain, his classmates even called this handsome guy with deep eyebrows and a bit of sadness and depression as "Byron from the East".

Like many artists who gradually let themselves go after becoming famous—Uncle Sakai, who prematurely completed the two important life goals of "winning an award at an art exhibition" and "abducting a beautiful school girl in school", has completely lost his body management. Lie flat.

At least Gu Weijing really can't see that this fat man whose waistline is about to catch up with his height is no Byron.

Sakai Katsuko has already walked to the drawing board and started to prepare.

Sakai Tsunasho was still dawdling on the spot. He really didn't want to draw on such an occasion, but unfortunately he couldn't resist the stern eyes of his father and sister, and finally moved to the drawing board step by step.

"Okay, let's start."

Cao Lao nodded and looked at the two people in the field with interest.

Sakai Tsunasho immediately picked up the paintbrush. The lines are very standard, with a medium distance, and generally speaking, they are considered smooth.

Judging by the standards of this age, there is no mistake.

After all, they are the children of Professor Sakai, and they grew up under the guidance of such a master artist. Although they are not yet adults, it is strange if they can't draw well.

It was Katsuko Sakai who really made old Mr. Cao Xuan secretly approve.

The girl moved her wrists as soon as she came to the drawing board, and took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe her hands meticulously.

Even though the timer had already started, she didn't disturb her rhythm.

After meticulously spending more than ten seconds to ensure that his fingers were absolutely dry and clean, he picked up the paintbrush.

In the process of painting, in addition to the flexibility of the wrist, the dryness of the fingers is also an element ignored by many reckless painters.

Keep your fingers dry and clean, this is to prevent dust or unnoticed stains from your fingers from staining the white screen.

Second, sweat on the hands will also affect the stability of the pen to a certain extent, which may cause unnecessary rotation of the pen tip when holding the pen hard.

It's a small detail, but not a big deal if it doesn't rub.

If you give a real artist a stick of charcoal, he can still draw amazing works.

Waste without talent and hard work, even if given to a top art studio, is still waste.

But on such an important occasion where the masters surround and watch, you can't forget such small details as wiping your hands.

"Very general-like."

Elder Cao nodded in satisfaction.

What kind of rhetoric is once in a century is just a rhetoric sought after by the media.In his eyes, those children's painting awards are no different from martial arts masters watching children playing with mud.

But this kind of mature and confident attitude is what really makes Mr. Cao happy.

talent or something...

Heh, among the painters he sees every day, who is not talented and gifted?

This is really not a big deal, there are too many injuries to Zhongyong in the painter industry.

When Mr. Cao was in his teens and twenties, there were many talented painters who were as famous as him in the calligraphy and painting circles of Dongxia, but now he is the only one who has really reached this point.

Even the names of most of the others have long been forgotten by the painting circle.

Talent and hard work are just the bottom line to be a successful painter.

Mentality, opportunity, noble people, patience, environment...these things are indispensable.

Calligraphy and painting critics in the art world are very vicious. Before your works are recognized by the market, there will definitely be people who attack you and slander you.

No matter how good your paintings are, people don’t have to like them. There are many regrettable young painters who should have achieved something in history, but they were directly scolded and collapsed, and there were even some who jumped off the building and hanged themselves.

In the eyes of the little old man, it is really rare for a teenage girl to have such a strong mentality.

Gu Weijing secretly compared himself with the Sakai siblings who were painting.

His wrists are swollen when he draws sketches or lines with hard pens this week,
Judging by his high vision after being trained by Menzel, he underestimated Tsunamasa Sakai a little bit.

Sakai Tsunasho does have the capital to pretend to be a master.

According to the standard of the system panel, the opponent is also about lv.3 level, with a proficiency of between [-] and [-].

There is no way to estimate it precisely in painting.

He judged that the other party's sketching foundation should not be as good as his own now, but it is much better than him before getting the panel.

As for Sakai Katsuko...it's a bit scary.

The smoothness of the brushwork, the flexibility of the wrist, and the precision of the lines make him look like a very professional old painter.

If only look at the wrist and the work on paper.

Gu Weijing couldn't imagine that the other party was a girl who was not an adult like himself.

"Maybe this sketching technique has reached lv.4?"

Gu Weijing is a little impressed, the improvement in his painting in the past week is more than the previous year of hard work.

He still has a gap of more than 4 proficiency experience points from lv.100, and he doesn't have the help of such a powerful teacher on the system panel.

"5 minutes."

A Burmese official who was clocking the time signaled.

No matter how strong Sakai Katsuko is, the gap between him and Cao Lao's disciple Lin Tao who can truly be called a master artist is still obvious.

This time, no one stopped the brushes ahead of time, and the two of them put down the pens at the same time until the last second.

Everyone gathered in front of the drawing board.

Master Lin Tao’s eligibility criteria are very clear. If you draw the outline of the main structure of the Shwedagon Pagoda with a pen within 5 minutes, without obvious deformation, you will basically pass the test.

Judging by this standard, both of them are undoubtedly qualified, and both of them are more than qualified. Sakai Tsunamasa also drew the superstructure of a sub-tower.

As for Katsuko Sakai, although she took nearly twice as long as Lin Tao, her paintings are already very close to Lin Tao's finished drawings.

On her paper—a large tower and three small towers have already completed the outline drawing and positioning, and what is missing is the most labor-intensive sunlight and shadows.

In the work that Lin Tao just showed to everyone, besides the three tower bodies, there are also the projections of the tower bodies on the ground laid out with fine gray tone cross pens.

This is the place where kung fu and brushwork are most tested, and Katsuko Sakai has no time to paint.

"The master is the master, much better than me."

Sakai Katsuko bowed to Lin Tao in admiration.

"I'm far behind you at your age. It's really amazing. You deserve to be No.1 among the younger generation. Gang Chang is not bad either. Professor Sakai, your good luck is really enviable."

Lin Tao stared at the painting he took off from the drawing board, and turned his head to look at Sakai Kazunari, with sincere envy in his tone.

At his age, his achievements have almost been finalized, and what he likes most is this kind of young man with unlimited possibilities.

"The painting is really good. It deserves more applause than an old guy like me. Every time I see such a talented young painter, I feel really old."

Lin Tao took the lead in clapping his hands, and there was another burst of applause from all around.

Sakai Kazun in the crowd happily patted his belly, the fat on his belly was shaking and shaking, he looked like a fat man of two hundred catties amidst the congratulations of the artists around him.

At this time, everyone almost looked at the next game, but they heard Katsuko Sakai, who had just bowed to Lin Tao, turned to look at Gu Weijing.

"Mr. Gu, come on, I hope you can beat me."

There was a faint fighting spirit in her voice, like a warrior waiting for a duel.

(End of this chapter)