At half past nine in the morning, when Lin Haven arrived, Wang Peng and the first few students of Maruki had already arrived, and his "punctuality" was more unusual - it was already good to be on time, but it was too demanding to arrive early. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The easel is set up for you. Sun Wei gestured to the easel on the right.

The painting tools provided by the studio are basically domestic, Helen's paints, Chinese pencils, and Tianyi's low-cost linens, all of which are relatively cost-effective, and are also more suitable for students. If you are willing to use a better one, you can also memorize it. The things Wang Peng used, except for the easel that he owned, were all from the studio. The balls were basically brought by themselves, Lin Haven took a look, at least the pigments were all old Dutch, although they were not hand-ground top products, but they were three or five times more expensive than Helen's.

"In this way, you can try it with a 3B first, okay?" Sun Wei asked routinely, and didn't expect Lin Haven to answer.

The other students, heads up, probes, and in short, stared at the 4K sketch paper on Lin Haven's easel.

When Lin Haiwen picked up the pencil, he had a very strange sense of familiarity, and he scratched a line on the paper—heavy and black.

"You have problems with the void and the space, and the foundation is not strong. Wang Peng frowned at his pencil and pretended to be serious, "I want to strengthen it, hahahahaha." ”

Sun Wei's last bit of expectation is gone, this is really a complete novice, she took a 3B pen, dotted around on the sketch paper, compared, and then glanced at the plaster statue, sketched a few under her hand, and a facial outline appeared, "You see, when you start the draft, you have to have an overall picture in your mind, and you need to consider the overall structure." At the beginning of the line, it is lighter, so that it is easy to adjust, otherwise if it is too heavy, you will not be able to see it if you overlap several lines. ”

Lin Haiwen quickly corresponded with Sun Wei's narration and connected them with each other.

"Okay, you can try it, don't worry about drawing mistakes, practice more lines, parts, and outlines. ”

Sun Wei left, Wang Peng came over, "Hey, draw, I'll help you look at it." ”

The sketch paper in front of him and the pencil in his hand made this sense of familiarity stronger and stronger, Lin Haven ignored Wang Peng, nor did he look at the plaster head, but just drew lines on the sketch paper one by one, black, heavy, lifeless, and dull, and then gradually became lighter, softer, elegant, and smarter...... Intermittently, stopping to paint, and painting more than 40 times, the impulse in his heart seemed to have found a breakthrough and surged out.

"Don't just draw the line, draw that plaster, don't you know how to start? I'll teach you. Wang Peng thinks that these vertical lines are getting better and better, but what is the purpose of just drawing lines, it is not an auxiliary line for doing geometry problems.

"Wang Peng!"

Wang Peng stuck out his tongue and crouched back in front of his sketchpad, the outline of a plaster cast on it had just appeared.

Sun Wei glared at him, watched him start writing, and then walked to Lin Haiwen's side again.

"You're -- huh? This is what you painted? Wang Peng painted it for you? No, he can't paint this. Sun Wei snapped and asked, she is not Wang Peng, she is a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, who has been painting for more than 20 years. Even from more than 40 lines, she can see the whole process of change, from a rookie who knows nothing and has no idea how to become a skilled and powerful master, it is so straightforward and concise, and it is reflected from one line after another. You can even mark the intervals.

1 to 10, novice period, 10 to 20, beginner path, 20-30, 30 to 40, perfect!

She opened her mouth, looked at Lin Haven, looked at the lines, and stood up, and looked at other people's paintings, especially the best paintings, a 21-year-old art exam repeater, only to be sure that this was still in her studio, only to find that the world was still as she knew.

"How did you draw it?"

"It's just like drawing and drawing. ”

The others came over impatiently at this time, Wang Peng, Maru Zitou, and the repeater Xie Jun.

Just a few lines, whether it is Wang Peng or not, the head of the ball can't see anything, but I think it is more qualified, compared to the first 10 lines. Only Xie Jun, as a person who has not taken the Central Academy of Fine Arts exam for 3 years, his skills are already very strong, but when he took the exam before, the examiner felt that his foundation was unstable, the picture was floating, and he didn't get a high score, so he would come over to train. The brightness, softness, and control of these lines are almost the same as the level of many famous teachers he has seen—perhaps a little more powerful than Sun Wei.

"At the level of these lines, it is impossible without 5 or even 10 years of hard work. Xie Jun looked at Lin Haven, "How can you be a novice." ”

"If I'm not a newbie, why am I here? Wouldn't it be good for me to go directly to the Academy of Fine Arts training class for a month?"

Sun Wei's raindrop studio, in terms of the level of the entire oil painting, is of course the level of the novice village, look at the level of Wang Peng and Maruk Zitou, that is, the level before Lin Haiwen, who has just started, strictly speaking, it cannot be called a novice, it should be called no hand! I don't even know where the door of oil painting opens.

"You paint the plaster, I'll see. ”

Lin Haven's sketches are opened by these lines, and a lot of knowledge continues to flow out, and of course there is no problem with such a basic practice as drawing plaster.

Hardly thinking about it, he changed to a piece of sketch paper, and as soon as the tip of the pen fell, an arc directly outlined half of his face.

Sun Wei almost gasped.

Xie Jun's eyes were glazed.

In their eyes, it was not a line, but more like a light that blinded their eyes.

The corners of Lin Haiwen's mouth smiled, this is indeed a very pleasant process, on the sketch paper, a plaster statue with appropriate shades and rigorous structure jumps on.

Sun Wei used all his theoretical and critical knowledge to look at this sketch, the so-called composition, the so-called law of visual perception, the so-called volume, the so-called space, the so-called virtual reality, the so-called black, white and gray, the so-called generalization, the so-called graphic induction, the so-called law of passage, the so-called core of modeling, the so-called law of trend, the so-called role of contour turning and highlight, all these criteria, these purposes, this is a near-perfect work.

And an hour ago, this man could only draw a black line that was indistinguishable.

Sun Wei never believed it.

However, this is the truth, if Lin Haven had such a level before, not to mention the Central Academy of Fine Arts, it is not impossible to go to Paris Gaomei, so why do you come to her?

Lin Haven shrugged his shoulders, he knew it was hard to believe, but that's what happened.

At this point, there was no need to continue, Sun Wei took his own canvas and asked Lin Haven to start painting the plate of fruit still life.

The paint-stained brush shook on the linen, and a piece of Van Dyck brown was caught off guard.

"Uh...... How do you get started?" Lin Haven was a little embarrassed.