Almighty painter

Chapter 18 ask for advice
Color it, color it, and color it.

The extremely repetitive and boring work made Sakai Tsunamasa, who has a distasteful personality, soon feel his wrists are sore and his arms are weak, and he is almost unable to draw.

"What kind of painter, what kind of craftsman, it sounds nice. Look at those old guys, don't they all become painters and masters, and leave the hardest and most tiring work to Lao Tzu."

Sakai Tsunamasa muttered secretly.

He turned his head and looked at the group of guys sitting bored playing poker on their mobile phones under the shade of the trees in the distance, his eyes were a little hot.

Boring work is really not something everyone can stick to all the time.

In this project, there are many juniors or students who are close to the invited painters, such as the Sakai sisters and Gu Weijing, or graduates of the Tama Academy of Fine Arts like Tanaka who came to practice.

There are about 40 to [-] such "young painters".

They don't have a fixed task arrangement, and where they need to paint, they will be assigned by the staff to a small sign with a number on it, and they will go to work on the corresponding task.

After finishing the first job, if you don’t want to receive it anymore, or if you are tired, you can just find a place to stay by yourself.

Do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't affect other people's paintings, no one cares about you at all.

That's what Cao Lao said: "Get out of here."

It was only the second day of the project, and many students felt tired.

To put it bluntly, they were originally gilded.

Painting is like football.

Not all students in any football school want to be Messi. Some people just want to be a physical education teacher with an iron job.

And Art Dog is an industry with a lower success rate than football.

Those guys who lie flat in the shade of the trees belong to those who have long recognized themselves, and there should be no hope of becoming famous and starting a family in their lifetime.

These people are either for the students of the Academy of Fine Arts who want to graduate.

Otherwise, in order to improve the taste and artistic accomplishment of the family, the parents who are not short of money are waving a lot of money and forcing it into the unregistered sons of some masters' studios.

They are very clear about their positioning.

If a minor has just enough qualifications to get into a good academy of fine arts, he is worthy of his parents' money.

Put a project in cooperation with Mr. Cao on the resume of the graduate, and then you can find a European art museum, a private museum, etc., and prepare to start fishing and paddling with an annual salary of [-] to [-] US dollars.

Anyway, they don't plan to go far on the road of painters, playing cards with the staff, using TIKTOK, even if they get the eyes of a few old painters, with a little cheek, they will pass happily.

But there is something to be said, in the art world, most of the people who have a clear understanding of themselves and realize early on that they have no talent or can't bear the hardship of hard work are doing well.

What I am most afraid of is the kind of people who obviously can't do it anywhere, and still don't like this or that.

I don't think I am the reincarnation of Van Gogh, the saint of painting in the world.

Such a person thinks that all the art critics who criticize him don't understand farts, and will cynically classify their failures as the type of peers who are jealous and suppressed.

The result is - torturing yourself and torturing your family.

Sakai Gangchang thinks he still has a future, but this kind of work is really boring.

He looked at the art dogs lying happily in the shade of the trees, and suddenly felt that his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift his hands.

"Gang Chang?"

Just when Sakai Tsunasho was fighting between heaven and man, the chubby Sakai uncle rolled over from nowhere.

Hearing this voice, Sakai Tsunashang suddenly became alert, straightened his back, flicked his wrist, and almost knocked the whole plate of paint on the ground.

His father Kazushige Sakai is not a typical RB man's uncle.

He never wields a stick and reprimands harshly, nor does he severely reprimand boys to be rooted, to have perseverance, and so on.

It's just that every time Sakai Tsunasaga did something wrong, Sakai Kassei would look at Sakai Katsuko on the side, and then turn his gaze back to his son, sighing in a very helpless tone.

"Ugh……"

That look is like looking at a failure that should have been shot against the wall in its early years.

This look left an indelible wound in the young Gang Chang's heart.

Sometimes it's really not that Sakai Tsunamasa didn't work hard enough, but that his sister is too good.

Because they are siblings, no one knows the pain of being shrouded in the halo of genius better than Sakai Tsunasho.

Just like the previous pen drawings, if it wasn't for his sister who drew with him, then what he drew was amazing enough.

But under the comparison of Sakai Katsuko, it became the light "not bad" in Lin Tao's mouth.

Uncle Sakai set his eyes on his son and looked at him carefully.

"Here, here and here..."

Sakai Tsunamasa was thankful that he had done a lot of work in the morning, so he quickly pointed out the prayer flags for the monks that he had finished coloring for his father to see.

"Well, it's alright."

Finding that his son was not lazy, Uncle Sakai let out a satisfied nasal sound.

He turned his gaze elsewhere, casually inspecting other works on the No. 9 mural.

"Huh? These are all drawn by you. You never rest all morning."

When Uncle Sakai set his eyes on the other side of the mural, he suddenly let out a snort.

Gu Weijing nodded.

"It's great, it's hard work, and you can see from the hook line that you have been serious all the time. But why is this place empty?"

Uncle Sakai looked at an uncolored lotus flower, obviously Gu Weijing avoided it.

"Because I didn't understand the pigment formula of the color matching in the manuscript here."

Gu Weijing flipped through the manuscript in his hand.

He sees this painting as a learning opportunity with experienced old painters.

The draft in his hand has detailed how to deal with each color area, what proportion of color to use, and what kind of brushwork to use.

It looks really simple, but every time before Gu Weijing writes, he will think in his mind, if he draws by himself, how to deal with it here, and then compare it with the draft.

If it is wrong, it will be corrected, and if it is right, it will be encouraged.

He took out the manuscript at hand.

"The color scheme written here is stamens, dyed by hand, beige (6, 3)."

Learning to paint murals from a master is similar to learning Lalanzhou ramen from a master in a restaurant, and there are corresponding formulas.

However, the recipe for side dishes of Lanzhou ramen is one clear, two white, three red, four green, and five yellow, referring to coriander, radish, cinnamon...

The formula for painting murals refers to pigments, and there are many complex types. Generally, it can be summarized as one red, two light green, three borrowed lotus (purple), four fragrant tea, five orchids, six meters white, seven...

The mark on the draft in Gu Weijing's hands is the number 6 in the middle, which refers to beige, and the number 3 after it refers to the depth of the color.

Up to four numbers.

If there is no mark or the number 1 is marked, it means that the normal color should be used. If it is 3, it means the third level of light white, which is slightly lighter than the normal color.

The stamens in traditional Chinese paintings are sometimes dotted with gold powder. If gold powder is not used, in order to highlight the contrast, they will not use too transparent colors.

"If it were me, I'd use a shade one shade darker, I don't understand why it would be so light with a shade of #3 paint."

"Is that so."

Uncle Sakai touched his chin.

(End of this chapter)