Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Chapter 167, Creative Direction, Preparation

At 4 pm, students majoring in oil painting gathered in the Wisteria Corridor.

Dozens of works were lined up in a row, and Professor Qin was commenting on the merits and demerits of each work one by one.

All students in the class completed two color works in one day, including gouache, watercolor and oil painting.

Jiang Zhe's oil paintings were highlighted in Professor Qin's comments.

When he commented on Jiang Zhe's work alone, he mainly talked about his shortcomings, and when he commented on Jiang Zhe's work to other students, he mainly talked about his strengths. He focused on how to express the layers of the picture and how to create the atmosphere of the picture.

"Does anyone have any questions?" After commenting on all the works, he gave students the opportunity to ask questions.

After Professor Qin answered many questions, Teacher Hu said, "That's all for today. Everyone go back to school and have a rest. Tomorrow morning, we will gather here directly." Then, he announced the disbandment.

The students took back their works one after another.

Jiang Zhe originally wanted to take back his painting, but several classmates were surrounding his painting and observing it carefully. He waited for a while before taking back his painting.

Because oil paintings dry slowly, they can only be hung on painting boxes to avoid getting dirty.

"Jiang Zhe, let's go back to school together." A classmate who was slow to move asked Jiang Zhe to ride with him.

Jiang Zhe thought for a while and said, "You guys go back first. I need to go home today." This place is not far from his studio. He plans to go back to the studio to get a new picture frame and take the time to read the picture album.

Students walked towards the station in twos and threes. Students majoring in oil painting and Chinese painting arrived at the station at almost the same time.

While waiting for the bus, Lan Xin looked at the students of the oil painting department several times, but didn't see Jiang Zhe. She wanted to ask, but was afraid of being misunderstood, so she had to hold back.

Jiang Zhe returned to his studio, had a simple meal, and opened the system first.

He saw that the honor experience points had increased again today. It was probably because of Professor Qin's explanation.

Seeing that there were no other prompts in the system, he took out the picture album and observed the works of several masters.

He thought about using the opportunity to watch the master painting, but after careful consideration, he gave up. There was no system task that he had to do at the moment, so he didn't need to waste the precious opportunity. He could try to find the direction through his own observation.

Jiang Zhe looked at the works of Corot, Latour, Monet and Pissarro in turn. In the process of reading the paintings, he did not pick up the brush to copy as he did before, but to experience the atmosphere created by the picture.

After today's practice, he has realized that what is hindering him is not the technique, but the direction. His previous successful works all had clear directions, but when he was sketching today, he thought too much, so the direction was vague.

While feeling the atmosphere of the works of these great painters, he was also trying to figure out how he should create tomorrow.

Before I could figure out what was going on, my cell phone rang.

Jiang Zhe's thoughts were interrupted by the phone call and he felt a little unhappy.

When he saw that it was Wang Zhen's number, he knew that she would not call him unless she was fine, so he put down the album and pressed the answer button.

"Manager Wang?"

Wang Zhen's voice was a little hoarse: "Jiang Zhe, is it convenient to talk now?"

Jiang Zhe leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes: "It's okay now, you say."

Wang Zhen said, "I'm going to the provincial capital soon. Your work and the works of another group of painters have been sent to the organizing committee. I heard that the judges have arrived one after another and the selection will begin soon. I'm going to keep an eye on it. Do you want to participate in some related activities?"

Jiang Zhe understood that Wang Zhen suggested that he should participate and make it happen.

He didn't rush to answer. "Everyone is keeping a close eye on the finalists for the Provincial Art Annual Exhibition," Wang Zhen continued to persuade.

Jiang Zhe said: "Manager Wang, I need to go out and ask for leave. The key is, I don’t know what to do." Although he has participated in exhibitions and competitions, he has never participated in an operational event.

Wang Zhen said: "I will hold a few small gatherings. You can come and join me, get to know more judges, show your face more often, and let people remember you.

The Binhai Art Society, the people participating in this annual exhibition, have already planned to organize several activities. Have they informed you?"

Jiang Zhe said calmly: "No."

Wang Zhen said: "Look, you don't take the initiative to participate in other people's activities. They don't even notify you when they have activities.

These activities are all social activities, which are helpful in enhancing the reputation of the painter. Do you want me to say a few words for you?"

Jiang Zhe took a deep breath and said in an unchanged tone: "Thank you for your kindness. They didn't notify me, which means they don't want me to participate. If I force myself to go, I will only be looked down upon. I won't lose anything if I don't go."

Wang Zhen heard that Jiang Zhe still refused to go, so he had to say: "Think about it. When you have figured it out, call me. I will stay in the provincial capital for a while, and you can come over anytime."

"Thank you, Manager Wang. I'll consider it." Jiang Zhe responded politely.

Wang Zhen ended the call and held the phone tightly. If Jiang Zhe didn't go, would he be able to get anything done if he went to find Liao and An alone?

At the same time, Jiang Zhe put down his phone and looked up at the ceiling.

He didn't like this kind of thing, and didn't want to participate in such activities. But he had also heard that it seemed difficult for people who pursued the path of art to avoid such things.

He made himself a cup of tea, smelled the aroma, and thought about how to deal with the situation.

Avoidance is not the answer.

Regardless of whether I like it or not, as the price of my paintings gets higher and higher and my fame gets bigger and bigger, this kind of thing will happen again in the future. How should I deal with it? Now, I can rely on the existence of the system and rush forward regardless of anything. Will I be able to do this in the future?

Jiang Zhe estimated that such troubles would continue to exist in the future, and he would not be able to think of a solution, so he could only put these things aside for the time being.

He suddenly thought, if he had troubles that he couldn't solve, what would other people with troubles do?
Why are there so many stress-relieving and entertainment videos on the self-media of later generations so attractive? They are popular because they help people relieve psychological pressure.

Can I create a peaceful and calm atmosphere in my creation, so that people who look at my paintings can temporarily forget their troubles? Perhaps, such creation can also reflect the spirit of the times.

Jiang Zhe seized the idea that came to him at that moment and began to search through the album for works that seemed to relieve stress and calm people down quickly. This search was not limited to any school of painting or subject matter.

He found several works and observed how the painters quickly drew the audience into the atmosphere they created.

Jiang Zhe has new thoughts on creation. At the same time, many members of the Binhai Art Society are also busy.

Chairman Cui was sitting in his study, making a phone call. On a piece of paper beside him were several numbers written...

Bi Puguang, Lao Bian, Lao Che, Fatty and others who had conflicts with Jiang Zhe appeared at the same party again.

The magazine article incident created a rift between the few people, but when new interests arose, they quickly put aside their past grudges and became closer than before.

At the party, in addition to them, there were also several members of the Binhai Art Association.

Everyone was already a little drunk.

Bi Puguang raised his glass again and wished that the works of everyone present would be shortlisted for the provincial art exhibition.

(End of this chapter)