Almighty painter

Chapter 9 Katsuko Sakai
Shwedagon Pagoda,
The national symbol of Myanmar, together with Indonesia's Borobudur Tower and Cambodia's Angkor Wat, is known as the treasure of East Asian art and is a world-renowned pagoda.

This holy place dedicated to Buddha's own hair was first built in 585 BC, which is the Spring and Autumn Period of the Eastern Xia calendar.

It has a history of more than 2500 years.

The pious offerings of believers in the past have made the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon look magnificent and splendid. The gold foil wrapped in the main body of the tower alone weighs 7000 kilograms, which is approximately equal to the gold reserves owned by the entire Central Bank of Myanmar. There are 1.5 gold foils hanging around the tower. All kinds of jewels and more than [-] gold and silver bells, the wind blows the bells, the sound is crisp and melodious, and the sound spreads everywhere.

Today, however, the Yangon Pagoda is closed to outside tourists, and there are only sporadic pedestrians and barefoot monks in yellow cassocks on the empty square.

Gu Weijing pinned the official passport representing the national emblem of Myanmar and the Shwedagon Pagoda logo on his chest, sitting cross-legged under the majestic stone lion at the gate on the east side of the pagoda, writing and drawing with an IPAD.

His grandfather Gu Tongxiang was not around.

A brief project opening ribbon-cutting ceremony is being held at the main entrance on the west side of the Shwedagon Pagoda.The content is nothing more than a speech by the mayor of Yangon to promote the history of Myanmar.Then the embassy staff of Dongxia and other countries will announce the long-standing friendship between the countries and Myanmar, and finally they will take turns to shake hands with Master Cao Xuan and take group photos.

This kind of official opening ceremony, Gu Weijing is neither interested nor qualified to participate.

So after registering with the project officer and receiving the work card, he huddled in a secluded corner alone and continued to practice painting skills with an IPAD.

[Sketch: Lv.3 semi-professional (877/1000)]

Compared with a week ago, his basic sketching skills have been greatly improved.

Gu Weijing maintains at least three sketches or line drawing exercises every day, which take up most of Gu Weijing's time in a day, including three 10 minutes a day to activate skills in the basic experience of Mr. Menzel's drawing Creation with support.

It should be because he has gradually become familiar with Menzel's style, and the proficiency improvement after activating the skill is not as exaggerated as it was at the beginning.

However, persisting for four or five days still brought him nearly 600 points of experience improvement.

His sketching level is now far ahead of any other skill, and he will be the first to break through to the level of lv.4.

The great teacher said that all so-called geniuses are the final accumulation of foolish efforts. Gu Weijing is unwilling to give up any opportunity to improve himself.

Without pen and paper, he draws on the iPad.

"It's very well drawn."

Gu Weijing saw and smelled the fragrance of fresh apricots and strawberries mixed together, and found that a young-looking couple appeared beside him at some point.

The girl was holding the boy's hand and was standing beside him, looking sideways at the Shwedagon Pagoda that had already taken shape on the iPad in her hand.

"Thank you for your affirmation, I am honored."

Gu Weijing didn't like being disturbed by others, so he nodded politely, then lowered his head and continued to draw.

"The structure is great, the proportion of the space is good and real, and the texture lines of the building surface are dense and varied. The tower body and the surrounding buildings are cut into two levels of space, showing good extension both horizontally and vertically sex……"

Gu Weijing finally raised his head this time, and looked at the speaker seriously.

Usually, it doesn't take a lot of cultural accomplishment to find out whether a painting is good or not, beautiful or not.

A good painting can fully empathize with the audience, and people can feel the artistic appeal in it at a glance.

But how good a painting is, and where it is good... This is not something that ordinary people without enough artistic accumulation can say directly.

Many people say "Wow!" when they look at the hand-painted soft girls on video sites, and "Wow!" when they look at the masterpieces in art galleries.

Such a professional comment as just now is not something that ordinary people can say.

He raised his head, and it was a very young girl with short hair and three-dimensional features.

Her skin is very fair, delicate and shiny, and matched with an almost innate heroic and confident temperament, it makes her look capable and pure.

Gu Weijing saw the same pass as his own hanging on the other party's chest.

"Is it from Dongxia?" The other party looked at Gu Weijing with the appreciation eyes of a painting connoisseur looking at an oil painting, and asked softly.

"It's half of it. It has been more than a century since my wife and grandfather settled in Yangon, Myanmar."

"RB people?"

She was dressed conservatively, wearing a schoolgirl plaid shirt and a long gray skirt that fell almost to her ankles, revealing only a small end of her skin above the collar.

But the curves of the figure are very good, and the artist's badge on the collar of the shirt has her name written in katakana.

Judging from the sporadic Japanese words that Gu Weijing knew, it should be called "Sakai Katsuko."

"Let's count as half. To be precise, the nationality is Spanish. My father is from Nagoya, and he met my mother when he was studying abroad at the Spanish Royal Academy of Art. In this way, it is exactly half."

Katsuko Sakai showed her teeth, without the slightest social fear and shyness common to RB women, she extended her hand gracefully, and shook hands with Gu Weijing.

"This is my younger brother, Sakai Tsunamasa."

She pointed to the young man with curly hair beside her.

"Mr. Gu, this is Gang Chang. Gang Chang, this is Mr. Gu."

She introduced each other.

"Drawing on the iPad is really easy. Hmph, this can also be called art..."

Tsunamasa Sakai, who had a baby face, said coldly, the displeasure in his tone was like a righteous young man looking at a witch who had fallen into evil.

Gu Weijing nodded indifferently.

It is normal to use WACOM electronic digital board and IPAD tablet computer in the illustration or hand-painting field. You can quickly change different brushes without dirtying your fingers, and you can modify the drawing repeatedly without wrinkling the drawing paper.

But some old-school artists and their disciples don't like this kind of "cheating".

Although electronic painting is developing rapidly, no matter how simulated it is, the different sections of the brush and the friction of the paper surface, as well as the absorption of pigments and the moisturizing of colors by professional paper full of water-absorbing holes, cannot be simulated by electronic screens.

It is undeniable that paper and pen can often restore more realistic strokes and light and shadow colors.

Tsunasho Sakai dyed it in Akihabara Hair Salon with a flick of his head. His curly curly hair is bluish blue like an artist. He raised his head at 45 degrees to the sky, put his hands on his waist, and looked like a lonely master.

Gu Weijing was amused.

He won't care about this kind of young kid who doesn't seem to be as old as him.

Drawing on paper is also drawing, and drawing on an IPAD is also drawing, and he is not going to publish, and the improved skill proficiency is not fake.

Besides, when the other party looked at his own work, he didn't see anything about his brushwork and skills, but he could see that it was a troublesome, obviously a poor scholar.

Sakai Tsunamasa didn't know that he had been classified as the same role as the bald underworld boy in the other party's mind, and he was still pretending to be a cool master there.

On the contrary, Sakai Katsuko was a little embarrassed. She smiled apologetically, and pointed at Gu Weijing's drawing board with her palm: "Sorry, Mr. Gu. Excuse me, may I have a closer look at your work."

Being able to tell the explanation just now, Gu Weijing is really interested to see what this girl who is more mature than Tsunamasa Sakai, who has not grown up with the second illness, has to say.

Without much hesitation, he handed the IPAD in his hand to the other party.

Katsuko Sakai untied the tablet with both hands, and sat cross-legged in the shadow under the stone lion.

She breathed slightly towards the display screen, blowing away the intertwined pen marks and floating dust on it.

"Miss Sakai, what do you think?"

Gu Weijing asked.

"You can call me Shengzi. My first impression of this painting is that the proportions are very good. It is not only coordinated but also very real. It is almost exactly the same as the sense of space when we look at the Shwedagon Pagoda from this angle. If... this can also be done with talent If you come to explain, what surprises me even more is your brushwork."

Sakai Katsuko looked at it very seriously, from time to time he took a capacitive pen and drew a few virtual strokes on the top of the screen, as if he was restoring Gu Weijing's brushwork style when he was painting.

"The structure is rigorous and the rules are orderly. You can see that this outline is from solid to virtual, and then from virtual to real. The hard epitaxial stone of the pagoda is expressed with rich turning lines, and the arc is precise when interlaced with the more moist metal I think your brushwork should be drawn in a single stroke... It seems that you already have the style of a famous master, and you can't get it without the master's personal transmission."

Sakai Katsuko exchanged the IPAD to Gu Weijing with longing.

"I didn't expect Yangon to hide the existence of such a master."

She stood up and bowed deeply to Gu Weijing: "Mr. Gu, if possible, please introduce your teacher to me for a visit, please."

Gu Weijing was surprised.

Some things are easy to talk about in a rough way, but you have to understand everything you need to talk about, and you have to draw it yourself with a pen.

Just like before Gu Weijing got the skills panel, he once felt that he had no basic knowledge to master.

Only after practice can we deeply realize our own gap.

This girl can not only tell what is good about his brushwork, but also can see that she has been "taught by a master".

She must be a master.

"People say that since the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the cultural roots of Dongxia have spread all over RB. How can there be any masters in such a remote place in Myanmar? Ms. Sakai, you are young, don't be deceived."

Just when Gu Weijing opened his mouth to speak, a cold voice suddenly came from not far behind.

(End of this chapter)