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

Chapter 312: Gathering Strength, New Goal
In the early morning, before the sun rose, the streets were quiet, with only the occasional passing car making some noise.

Jiang Zhe was jogging around the street park in sports shorts and a sweatshirt.

He didn't run very fast, holding the rope in his hand, and Xiao Ka ran happily along with him.

He counted while running, and after reaching the predetermined number of laps, he slowed down and started walking, while adjusting his breathing.

The temperature in the early morning in Binhai was between 23 and 26 degrees, which was a little cool, but after jogging for several laps, he was still sweating all over.

Sweating during exercise gives you a refreshing feeling.

Jiang Zhe pulled the rope. "Let's go home."

Xiao Ka was already familiar with the road and was running ahead to lead the way.

After returning home, Jiang Zhe started preparing breakfast.

Xiao Ka’s breakfast is dog food; Jiang Zhe’s breakfast is toast, fried eggs, a glass of milk and a plate of pickles.

After dinner, he made himself a pot of tea and went to wash up.

After washing up, I sat down at the tea table. At this time, the temperature of the tea was just right for drinking.

The temperature gradually rose in the morning, but the coolness after washing offset some of the heat.

Drink tea, read books and enjoy leisure time.

Since returning to Binhai, Jiang Zhe has spent several days getting his life back on track.

Run in the morning; read and paint during the day; take a walk, walk the dog, and buy food in the evening; go to bed early at night.

He planned to rest for a while, but rest did not mean sleeping, but living a regular life.

Exercise, keep learning, and reduce social engagements.

In his opinion, this is a good rest. Eating and drinking without restraint only consumes the body.

After a few days of regular life, I now have plenty of energy to do anything.

Jiang Zhe looked at the clock and saw that his reading time was over, so he walked to the easel and prepared to paint.

On the easel, there is an unfinished sketch.

When taking part in a painting competition in the provincial capital, his work was rated as an excellent piece by the system.

After returning, he reflected carefully and discovered his problem.

In the semester that just ended, due to time constraints, he did not copy many works of famous artists, and there is still a lot to learn.

So, he planned to continue copying the works of Ingres and Raphael.

The next day after returning to Binhai, Jiang Zhe decided to copy Ingres's work, Turkish Bath. Because there was no time limit, he first copied it with sketches, drawing a part every day, and repeatedly pondering each step before starting to write.

Although the progress was slow, he always made clear the purpose of his copying: to appreciate the beauty of the shape, to learn to shape, especially Ingres's understanding of line shape. Every time he learned and mastered some subtle changes, he would feel fulfilled.

Although there is systematic help, Jiang Zhe feels that learning, exploring, and experiencing the rewards on his own is an indescribable joy.

He painted until lunch time, then stopped to take a break.

Shortly after the meal, I received a call from Wang Zhen.

"Manager Wang, what instructions?"

Wang Zhen said: "If you are okay, I will pick you up and take you to my gallery."

Jiang Zhe said in a relaxed tone: "What's the matter? Why do I have to go to your gallery?"

"It's a big deal. I'll pick you up in a minute."

Jiang Zhe had no choice but to agree. Looking at the time, he had to let Xiao Ka stay in the cage for a while.

He was wearing sandals, shorts, a sleeveless T-shirt, and sunglasses. He came to the gate of the community and saw Wang Zhen's car.

Wang Zhen seemed to have just returned from an event. He was dressed in formal attire and sitting in the back seat.

As soon as Jiang Zhe got in the car, he smelled a hint of alcohol on her.

Wang Zhen Jiang Zhe sat down and let his assistant drive.

"What's wrong? Do you have an appointment at noon?" "I got a big order." Wang Zhen was a little proud. "I found two more students from your school to help complete the commercial paintings in the order. Together with your three classmates, there are five people now."

Jiang Zhe said: "Congratulations on your prosperous business."

"How are you? Have you rested enough at home?"

Jiang Zhe said: "No, I am taking the time to copy and study."

"That's enough. You have four days to rest." Wang Zhen said

"Just tell me, what's the matter?"

"We'll talk about it when we get to the gallery."

The two came to Wang Zhen's office, and the assistant prepared tea of ​​the right temperature for them.

Wang Zhen was really thirsty, so he picked up the cup, gulped down a few gulps of water, then took out a document and handed it to Jiang Zhe.

"Let's take a look at this competition information. This is a contemporary painting competition held in Venice."

Jiang Zhe said as he watched, "I've never heard of this competition."

Wang Zhen explained: "This competition is open to contemporary artists from all over the world. It has been held for several sessions. It has attracted many young artists to participate. Although it is not as good as the Venice Biennale, you should participate.

The Venice Biennale will be next year, so you can go and test the waters first.

Besides, you have your own advantages. The previous competitions did not exclude realistic traditional paintings, so you should consider it. "

Jiang Zhe looked at the information and felt a little excited.

"I'll think about it. If I can produce a work before the deadline, I'll participate. If I'm not satisfied with the work, forget it."

"Okay, I have collected information on previous award-winning works." Wang Zhen was about to take out another set of information.

Jiang Zhe stopped him: "Thank you, but I don't want to cater to any taste."

Wang Zhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, you decide."

While the two were talking, Jiang Zhe heard voices outside the office.

Wang Zhen also heard it: "Some of your classmates should be back."

"Where did they go?"

Wang Zhen said: "I took an order and asked them to go to the site to take a look."

Jiang Zhe stood up and said, "I'll go talk to them."

He walked out of the office and saw Lan Xin, Fu Min, Mou Xing and two other boys walking towards the small studio.

The two boys were also students of the Academy of Art. Jiang Zhe had seen them before, but was not familiar with them. They should be the ones that Wang Zhen mentioned, who were brought in to take temporary orders.

"Jiang Zhe is back." Lan Xin and others also saw Jiang Zhe.

"Are you going to paint?" Jiang Zhe walked over and asked.

Lan Xin said: "I just came back from a new hotel and I am going to hurry up to complete the order."

As they talked, several people walked into the painting studio.

Wang Zhen and his employees brought the supplies and said to Jiang Zhe, "You guys chat first. I'll be out for a while."

"Okay, go ahead and do your thing." Jiang Zhe agreed.

After Wang Zhen left, only Jiang Zhe and a group of classmates were left in the workshop, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Fu Min drank water and said, "Jiang Zhe, we heard that your works are collected by the Provincial Art Museum. When introducing you in the future, should we say, famous painter Jiang Zhe? Haha..." When she said the word "famous", she emphasized the tone.

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "You can introduce me like that, but I can't ask for an autograph."

"Are you putting on a show now?" Fu Min continued to tease.

"Of course." Jiang Zhe responded. Seeing Lan Xin preparing the picture frame, he offered to help.

(End of this chapter)