Almighty painter

Chapter 15 The Studio
Masakazu Tanaka just finished the main structure of the Shwedagon Pagoda at the last moment of the deadline.

He painted in a hurry.

The time limit of 5 minutes is really tight, and there is a certain element of luck in being able to complete it.

Seeing his opponent's bewildered look made Tanaka, who had the chance to win, relax a lot, and even made fewer clerical mistakes than he expected.

He glanced at the outline of the drawing paper in front of him for the last time, and there were only about seven or eight line segments glued together by the pen hooks, and the overall structural deformation and distortion were not serious.

At least, that's not bad in the ordinary sense.

It's the kind that if you show it to someone who has never learned painting, you can still get awe and applause.

"At least it's still possible to win the Yangon natives."

Masakazu Tanaka wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers, and raised his head confidently.

His pupils twitched violently.

Tanaka couldn't see Gu Weijing's drawing board, because the drawing board was surrounded by people on both sides.

After he painted by himself, he could still hear people's discussion at the beginning, but soon the discussion quieted down, and the air quickly returned to calm.

Tanaka Masakazu thought that the other party's appearance of not knowing how to write made the masters lose interest in watching, but now...these people don't seem to lose interest at all.

Everyone was just so silent, silent, watching.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air, so weird, like a white elephant suddenly appeared in the crowd.

"Who do you think draws better?"

Finally a 40-year-old professor from Qingmei asked in a deep voice.

"So, between you and your brother?"

Tanaka was a little nervous.

"From the point of view of the lines and the brushwork... he is still close."

Someone responded in a low voice.

"Well, yes, this kid is still a little bit off. You see, here. His line texture is obviously smoother than Gu Weijing's. Especially this round spire. Although the curves can be considered round, but a It is drawn directly with one stroke, and the left and right strokes are divided into two halves for copying, so there is still a gap in the confidence of the brushwork."

"That's the truth." There was a burst of approval from the crowd.

He was obviously talking about Gu Weijing's shortcomings, but Tian Zhong's heart was rapidly slipping into the bottomless abyss.

Because it is not someone else who is speaking.

It was the young painter from Yangon, Tanaka Masakazu still remembered the other person's name, Gu Tongxiang, Gu Weijing's grandfather.

The old man's face was full of pride and excitement, but he didn't mean his grandson would lose the game at all.

"That's not bad, how old is he this year?"

someone asked.

"I'm 17 years old, and I'll be eighteen in seven more months."

"At this age, he is a little younger than Shengzi, and he is not ready for college."

Tanaka Masakazu's throat was a little itchy, he tiptoed to push away Gu Tongxiang who was bragging about his grandson to others, and squeezed towards the drawing board in front of Gu Weijing.

He wants to see if this guy can really draw flowers?
Gu Tongxiang didn't care at all.

He just glanced at this guy named Tanaka Masakazu with happy and pitiful eyes, and moved away with the generosity of a winner.

"I lost."

"I lost."

"impossible……"

If it is said that Tanaka Masakazu still wanted to defend his painting with a few words——the first moment he saw Gu Weijing's drawing paper, he swallowed all the excuses he had thought up.

Lost without any suspense.

There is not even room for self-defense.

A large tower had been formed on that piece of drawing paper, and the precise outline drawings of the three small towers only reminded him of one name, Katsuko Sakai.

Tanaka Masakazu opened his mouth and looked at Gu Weijing in disbelief.

He is used to being defeated by Katsuko Sakai in various competitions.

But now, there is another person who brings me the same feeling.

The other party is still from the artistic desert in his impression like Yangon.

"Ugh……"

It was rare for the old painters around who used to be harsh in the past to mock Tanaka Masakazu.

Most of them have struggled for a long time on the road of art.

Masters were never artists from the very beginning, and of course the painting life of these old painters was not all smooth sailing.

They knew the sense of inferiority and frustration of being defeated by a genius, so at this time they felt somewhat sympathetic to Masazu Tanaka.

However, the matter of Tanaka Masakazu is no longer the point.

"Boy, your name is Gu Weijing, I remember you."

Cao Lao nodded to Gu Weijing, with a kind smile on his face as an old artist sees a younger generation.

"Old Gu, is your grandson interested in coming to CAFA to study in university? I can take him in the studio, he is a good seed."

Lin Tao's performance is much more straightforward.

"This……"

"Is this going to accept students?"

A discussion broke out among the crowd.

The profession of painters is very particular about genre.

It's not just the students who try their best to worship famous teachers, but famous teachers are also very eager for students who can inherit the mantle, even more than that.

Lin Tao glanced at his colleagues around him, and couldn't help but hum in his heart.Don't look at the surprised looks of each of these people, he knows that many of them have the same thoughts as him.

Good teachers are hard to find, but good students may be abducted by other old guys once they leave this village.

Many departments in the Academy of Fine Arts are based on a studio system rather than a class system. The mural copying class and still life portrait class that he takes every year are big classes, and there are many students in the whole school including the world.

Maybe Lin Tao only has seven students in his studio now.

Central Academy of Fine Arts is the most famous Academy of Fine Arts in Dongxia. As a disciple of Mr. Cao, Lin Tao is one of the big names of the Academy of Fine Arts.

No matter in Dongxia's country, in Asia or internationally, Lin Tao has very good contacts.

Becoming a member of Lin Tao's studio almost guarantees your future is guaranteed.

Even if you don’t want to go too far on the road of art, you can almost get a starting annual salary of around [-] yuan if you go to the famous international weekly magazines to do art covers, or go to companies like Activision and Sony to do game original painting design. Dollar.

"Old Gu, doesn't he have another teacher now?"

Lin Tao seemed to have thought of something, and asked hastily.

"I don't have a formal teacher. I just attend an art class in a local international school. Of course, he learned painting from me since he was a child."

you?
Lin Tao glanced at Gu Tongxiang. He probably knew about this local painter before coming to Yangon.

No name.

To be honest, he felt that such a painter was not worthy of such a good student.

Lin Tao felt that it would be a waste of money to hand over such raw jade to the unknown Gu Tongxiang.

"Mr. Gu, do you have any objections?"

But he still asked out of politeness.

The grandson is in the limelight, and the grandfather himself also has a long face

"Elder Gu."

This is a title that only artists have. The old man who was promoted to Gu by Lao Gu hastily ran up cheerfully, ready to strike while the iron is hot, to finalize this matter.

A painter speaks through paintings, and the faces are all painted by himself stroke by stroke.

Lin Tao didn't know Gu Weijing at all at first, but now he sees this kid in what way, how pleasing to the eye.

The Sakai siblings are the sons and daughters of Professor Sakai Kazusei, and other painters can only look at them even if they feel itchy.

But this time when I came to a place like Yangon, it was really a surprise that I could receive a student.

(End of this chapter)