Almighty painter

Chapter 232 Gestures
The afternoon weather in Yangon was just right, and the windows were opened to the maximum.

The warm wind carried the sunlight pouring in from the outside, and the light blue curtains were rolled up by the wind, leaving an unfathomable shadow floating on the white wall, as well as that tall and slim figure.

amid the noise of the people,

Katsuko Sakai walked a few meters behind them without knowing when.

The girl was standing by the window, her buttocks slightly leaning against the window sill, staring at the students who still had mocking smiles that hadn't been completely replaced by astonishment.

"When jealousy covers the eyes, one loses the calmness needed to appreciate the beauty of art."

Sakai Katsuko spoke slowly word by word.

"Senior Komatsu, I'm sorry about our affairs, but I don't feel any regrets. I thank you for what you have done to me, but I also have the right to refuse this kindness. I am ready to bear your insults and anger towards me ready, but cannot accept your insult to Gu Weijing."

"Taro Komatsu, I, Katsuko Sakai, completely, thoroughly, I don't agree with you at all."

"You can take your anger out on me."

"But senior Xiaosong, it's too much to lose for insulting one of the best peers I've ever seen in my life."

Her crisp voice is solemn and firm in its ups and downs, like a string of wind chimes hanging on a Zen temple in the Himalayas, tinkling.

Everyone in the classroom opened their mouths.

If it weren't for the limitations of their physical structure, their jaws would have all hit the floor neatly.

What the hell is this unfolding?

Something must have gone wrong with the way the world opened up today, everything that was familiar around me became incredibly foreign.

There is a saying in the art world that art does not need to be judged by criteria, and people's eyes will naturally give the answer.

This sentence is only half right at best.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and of course everyone has the right to like or dislike a certain painting.

You can love Van Gogh and you can hate Monet.You can think that Andy Warhol is just a low-level art speculator, tearing up rare treasures worth hundreds of millions of dollars such as Picasso's "Guernica", and then scribbling graffiti on the toilet at the entrance of the village Carefully put it into the underground vault of Citibank.

As long as you have the ownership of the work, have enough financial resources and enough willfulness, of course you can do this.

In the long art history of human beings, whether it is a marketing trick of hype or simply collectors themselves are more "reckless and free and easy".

There are many more outrageous things than these examples.

Every individual has the right to pursue individual and aesthetic differences.

But under the tide of society, art needs to have a unified evaluation standard.

Art museums need to know which paintings are not worth mentioning, which paintings are worth collecting in glass showcases with constant temperature and humidity, and then hire three old men with cuffs to watch them in shifts 24 hours a day.

Collectors also need to know what works are bought at the price of toilet paper and have the opportunity to become yachts and Victoria's Secret supermodels in the Mediterranean in the future.

What works are bought at the price of yachts in the Mediterranean Sea and Victoria's Secret supermodels, and there is a risk that they will be passed on to grandchildren in the future and become toilet paper.

The art world always likes to create an atmosphere for ordinary people, thinking that the evaluation standard is the beauty and ugliness of artworks.

Good-looking paintings are naturally valuable, and those with low artistic value are naturally worthless.

Of course this is bullshit to fool children.

For painters of classical art that pay attention to techniques, the evaluation methods can still be traced.

Those avant-garde artists who pay attention to form and concept are nonsense, why should you take a branch to participate in the exhibition, it is more noble than my stone, and why your entire urinal is considered art.I peed in front of a Van Gogh painting and got dragged away by the police?

The standard has never been beauty or ugliness.

It is the convincing authority of those who hold aesthetic rights.

In the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qianlong was the authority.In the world of modern art, the "Oil Painting" magazine of the Irina family is an authority.

And in this Dulwich classroom at this time, Komatsu Taro is the absolute authority.

He said that Gu Weijing is a piece of rubbish, and his painting skills are so bad that he can't even draw with his toes. Everyone will immediately believe that Gu Weijing's painting skills are useless, and they will laugh and boo with each other.

Any objections and doubts from the students not only appear to have low EQ, but will also be easily crushed by the authority of Komatsu's assistant.

unless……

This person is Sakai Katsuko.

Ms. Sakai's father is an internationally renowned artist, and her mother is a professor in the improvement class of Dulwich College. She herself is known as an art genius, and she has been mentioned by Japanese local media and some Asian newspapers since she was a child.

Such a girl is a cloud fairy floating in the sky in the minds of her classmates.

It is also not inferior to Komatsu Taro's academic authority.

Hence, when two academic authorities collide.

Ms. Sakai suddenly jumped out and defended Gu Weijing with a decisive attitude that almost protected religious beliefs or taboos in her heart.

These Dulwich students all felt that they were stupid.

"Gu Weijing—the most outstanding young man I have ever seen in my life?"

A thud.

Mona swept her arm over the stapler on the table and knocked it over.

The stapler fell from the one-meter-high table and slammed on the feet of the student union president wearing small leather shoes.

In order to facilitate the binding of portfolios, the staplers placed in the classrooms of Dulwich College are not the kind of lightweight versions that can be held in the palm of the hand, but desktop printing machines made entirely of cast iron.

One weighs seven or eight catties, like a small dumbbell filled with lead.

It fell from such a height, and immediately left a deep mark on Mona's fair instep.

The instep of Miss Student Union Chairperson's instep immediately became red and swollen, and blood stains could be seen even through thin stockings.

Mona still didn't feel it, and couldn't feel any pain at all.

She thought that she understood every word of Miss Sakai's words, but the combined meanings made people confused and at a loss.

Gu Weijing, she feeds the big little donkey... the most outstanding young man?

"Katsuko Sakai, then tell me, is there anything wrong with my evaluation just now?" Komatsu Taro still gritted his teeth and took a hard breath.

As soon as he mentioned Gu Weijing, a wild boy, he saw Katsuko Sakai raised his head and walked over.

The comments behind Taro Komatsu were directed at Katsuko Sakai.

It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so he would like to see if Sakai Katsuko can ignore the many shortcomings he pointed out, and praise Gu Weijing like a flower!
Miss Sakai walked forward lightly.

The Dulwich onlookers voluntarily stepped back to make way, like the Red Sea separated by Moses.

Only Miss Sanderu still stood there blankly, as if she hadn't seen her.

"These flaws do exist, and it's not a perfect painting."

Sakai Katsuko didn't rack his brains to find excuses to defend Gu Weijing.

She took the tablet from Komatsu Taro, turned her head sideways to look at the pictures on the computer, and shook her head gently.

"Oh, your mother likes to praise him to the sky. It turns out that our Miss Sakai can also see Gu Weijing's trash..."

Komatsu Taro's ridicule was just halfway through when he was interrupted by Sakai Katsuko.

"But no one can draw a truly perfect work, just like no one can infect every audience in the world with the beauty of the picture itself. This is God's right."

"Gu Weijing can't do it, you can't do it, I can't do it, and neither can my father."

"All of our painters are just servants of the Muse. We can only do our best to paint every painting of ourselves, and to touch the edge of perfection as much as possible in our long life."

Sakai Katsuko turned his head and looked straight into Komatsu Taro's eyes.

"So in your eyes, you can see that this painting is full of flaws, but in my heart, I can see that the surface of this canvas is full of serious and persistent brushstrokes of a boy. His painting is childish, but has a good space The feeling, line structure and outline are also very accurate. These are the characteristics required to be an excellent painter, and they are also Gu Weijing's advantages."

"Quality, hum, what's the use of traits, there are a lot of people with good painting qualities. Some of them can really become great painters, and a few of them are qualified to sign contracts with our Komatsu Gallery. "

Komatsu Taro is completely disapproving.

Katsuko Sakai hugged the tablet in her arms and said softly: "Gu Weijing not only possesses the characteristics of painting, but also is turning this characteristic into the wonderful light and shadow colors under the brush at a miraculous speed."

"Senior Xiaosong, you look down on Gu Weijing, so you have been in Yangon for so long, and you have never seriously wanted to understand Gu Weijing. If you really got in touch with him, you have witnessed Gu Jun's incredible ability to improve , you will also be moved by him from the bottom of your heart.”

"His paintbrush skills have already surpassed yours, and even gradually surpassed mine. If he can continue to maintain this speed of improvement, he may surpass my father one day in the future."

Sakai Katsuko smiled: "I am looking forward to this day."

"you--"

"On that day, you may have guessed it, maybe you haven't. But whether you know it or not, I want to tell you clearly. Gu Weijing, I am willing to travel across the ocean to Yangon this semester reason."

Taro Komatsu...

jerry...

Miao Angwen...

Mona...

Everyone in the classroom had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

Some of them know Gu Weijing well, and some don't know Gu Weijing that well.

But when everyone heard Sakai Katsuko describe the thin figure in their eyes with admiration in a tone of admiration.

There is a sense of absurdity that a good classmate, bang, becomes the X-Men or Spider-Man Peter Parker.

There was an uproar,

The whole world was shocked.

Among Dulwich students, the most normal may be Miao Angwen.

This is not the first time Miao's world view has been refreshed by Gu Weijing.

Shocking this kind of thing, the first time is familiar with the second time, and the shock is shocking, and I feel used to it.

No matter how stunned and unacceptable the words in Ms. Sakai's mouth are, they are more shocking to people than Brother Hao who asks someone to hold a gun to his head and pull the trigger.

Miao Angwen just felt a little outrageous.

TNND why!
Be it Brother Hao, or this beautiful little art princess in front of you, why do you like them so much that you want to hug Gu Weijing like a treasure.

Hey, hey, look here, I'm also very persistent in painting, and very serious, okay?

Jerry suddenly felt inexplicably lost.

He has always had a little disdain for Gu Weijing in his heart. He is more handsome than him, has a better family background, more resources than him, and is bigger and stronger than Gu Weijing.

Jerry can easily knock Gu Weijing to the ground on the flag football field, make a micro-movie about love, and pin a top-notch Boy Scout badge on his chest.He proudly made all the girls in the school cheer for him.

But when a beautiful girl like Ms. Sakai jumped out and defended Gu Weijing like a fairy with her feet on colorful auspicious clouds.

Jerry still feels completely unreasonable that he has failed miserably.

It seemed that he was going out of the city to compete in martial arts, eating hot pot and singing songs, and he was in high spirits when suddenly he was slapped flat on the ground by a Tathagata palm.

He glanced over to Mona standing by the printer.

Mona is still standing in place like a marble sculpture, the delicate features on her face have not changed since the beginning, as if she was wearing an iron mask.

Jerry could still see from the clenched fists of Miss Student Union President that she must not be as calm as she looked.

Mona is still confused.

She looked at Katsuko Sakai and blinked.

She didn't even know what mood she should be in at the moment.

Mona felt that she should be happy for the outstanding Gu Weijing that Ms. Sakai said, but a certain part of her heart felt that she actually didn't want to hear such Gu Weijing.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always been the more eye-catching one of the two.

That's why she can have a more calm mind to deal with the relationship between them, if they are close to each other, if they want to abandon it, they will abandon it.

Mona thought for a while that it was cool and cool for Katsuko Sakai to speak up for her childhood sweetheart.

In the depths of my soul, there is a little devil roaring, I wish she could rush up like those little girls in school, tear up Miss Sakai's clothes, scratch her pretty face, and then pull her hair and call her "Bitch" .

hell,

She is the president of the student union, how could she have such an idea?

However, deep in his heart, he could clearly hear the screaming and purring of such a little devil.

She didn't even feel this way about Kou Kou, who was never used to her in the past.

So Mona could only stay where she was, motionless like a piece of wood, maintaining a hollow facial expression.

Miss Sakai Katsuko was standing a few steps away from Mona, so close that she could smell the strawberry scent on her body.

The hot spring breeze gently blows the pleated skirt at the hem of Miss Sakai's school uniform, exposing the smooth calves on the socks.

The jumping shadows of the curtains are projected on Sakai Katsuko's undulating body. The air is filled with the smell of grass and spring plants from the window, which blends with the smell of Miss Sakai, making her look like a forest bird. elf.

Even Mona had to admit it.

Miss Sakai at the moment is really beautiful.

"Back to you."

Sakai Katsuko handed back the IPad to Mona.

"A genius like Gu Jun, as long as he has enough patience and trust, he will naturally bloom with you with a hundredfold brilliance. You know, Gu Weijing is currently completing a painting that I think will make the entire Asian art world look at him Great painting."

"I said that I came to Yangon for Gu Jun. The decision to participate in the Singapore Art Biennale is also to follow in his footsteps."

"I just hope that when he shines brightly in the future, I won't be thrown too far away by him." Katsuko Sakai smiled.

Ms. Sakai said this to Taro Komatsu.

But Mona still felt that she was stabbed in the chest again for no reason.

……

One of the most influential names of art critics handed down from the 19th century is Giovanni Molleri.

He is an Italian, a fellow of Da Vinci.

One of the three editors of "Oil Painting" magazine when it was first published.

At that time, there was no such general new vocabulary as the visual arts section.There are three editors, one is the chief painter of oil painting, one is the chief painter of watercolor, and the other is the chief painter of sketch.Mollery is the chief writer responsible for writing sketch reviews.

His research found that in the sketches of each master, when drawing delicate details such as fingers and ears, the sketches will have a strong personal style.

The sketch lines drawn by the master are freely retractable and densely intertwined.

The precise line art of pencil drawing is as easy as an ordinary person's doodle.

He named this phenomenon "gesture".

In the corner of the classroom, Gu Weijing could feel that he was gradually forming his own gestures.

Upon realizing this,
His heart beat a little faster.

Forming personal aura-like strokes in sketching is one of the distinctive features of entering the field of sketching experts.

Just like when Dong Xia commented on calligraphy works, he said that this calligrapher had already entered the room.It is often said that his pen and ink skeleton already has its own "book style".

The painting tools and paper used in sketching and calligraphy are different, but both are arts that use exquisite brush and ink structure to show the style.

So at this point, the evaluation criteria of the two are very similar.

Never leave its origins.

This is not the first time that Gu Weijing has felt something like a brushstroke. When he uses the skill [Mentzel's basic experience in painting], he can feel a strong "stroke".

Menzel's most typical personal style is clear anatomy and bold style.

The brushwork is vivid and expressive.

The old man used hard pencil, soft charcoal, thick chalk, light and transparent watercolor and other tools in his sketches, which made the sketches produce extraordinary visual effects.

When Gu Weijing painted colored pencil drawings, he was "filled" with this strong personal style.

In the video on Mr. Hyperion’s channel, the lady judge commented on his creative style, and commented that his pen carried the feeling of Rockwell, the greatest illustrator in American history.

It's not Gu Weijing's portrait of Rockwell.

But Rockwell is a direct disciple of Menzel, and both of them painted a portrait of Menzel.

But the sketch "gesture" brought by skills is only a short-term experience card of a few hundred seconds.It's similar to how an old monk infuses you with a full year of skill with one breath, and then sucks it away with another breath.

The sense of accomplishment in my heart is completely different from the hazy feeling that is born at the tip of the pen from the down-to-earth sketch progress.

"accurate."

When Gu Weijing drew the sketch grid sent by Professor Wattl, he discovered that the biggest difference between Lv.5 and Lv.4 is still the accuracy.

Accuracy is the basic condition for forming a personal "gesture".

Only by using the pencil at the fingertips like an arm, can we talk about the painting style on this basis.

The paintings are messy, and the big characters are written in a single stroke. As long as you persist in the "ugliness" for a few years, you can also form your own painting style and calligraphy school.

Ugly is also a style.

But of course it is ridiculous to call such works "pen gesture" and "calligraphy style".

Being able to draw controlled and reproducible beautiful scenery is the skill of sketching experts.

The first-level professional sketching level is also very accurate when painting small grids.

However, after entering the second level of the profession, when Gu Weijing started to write, it meant that the rigid precision was further raised to the level of the word "freehand brushwork".

When he drew the small grid before, he only drew quickly, but he had to concentrate on the edge of the small grid, always controlling the boundaries of the brush.

When applied to the back, a rigid muscle memory is formed.

If the small grids on Professor Vatel's sketch paper have different sizes and side lengths, or if Gu Weijing suddenly wants to change the length of the line, he will inevitably be in a hurry, and the handwriting will be out of bounds or left blank at the edge of the grid.

It's different now,
Gu Weijing can handle his lines as he likes, as fast as he wants, as slow as he wants, as thick as he wants, as shallow as he wants.

Draw as long as you like.

He can break the lines anywhere, and he can seamlessly connect the lines together anywhere, even using fine overlapping pens in places the size of fingernails.

"It's meaningless to continue to paint small grids like this."

Gu Weijing liked the improvement class taught by Professor Vatel before.

He is completely indifferent to things like portfolio format now, but the painting tips summed up by Professor Vatel are quite good.

This kind of small grid practice can not only gain experience in sketching, but also exercise your ability to polish the details of the pen.

At this time, he was still painting small grids, which was too unchallenging for Gu Weijing.

He decided to increase the difficulty.

Gu Weijing thought just now that he could try to construct three-dimensional complex light and shadow with monochromatic sketch tones on a square-inch paper.

He first tried cutting the graph paper into four triangular areas by drawing diverging lines from the central point to the four corners of the grid.

Four different colors of light and shadow and brushwork are used in four areas, so that the small square after painting looks like a pyramid overlooking from a high altitude.

and then the curve,
Fill the space of the small square with perfect conch-like polyphonic curves, and fill the blanks in the four corners with smaller curves.

This makes the whole picture appear to be filled with swirls of different sizes.The picture will even make people's eyes lose focus. It looks like a coiled snake swimming end to end or a vortex flowing in the sea, which is a bit out of San value.

After trying the previous two drawing methods, Gu Weijing tried to use more sharp and difficult broken line segments.

"rustle……"

When he was completely immersed in the world of sketch lines.

In the past, Professor Vatel, who liked to go back to the office to fish for fish when the students were doing their homework, pushed the door open and walked in with a coffee cup.

(End of this chapter)