In the second draft, Chen Xiao became more proficient in painting.

What can be drawn with one stroke, absolutely not with a second stroke, and even the details of the house, this time I did not draw it, only a rough outline.

Then he began to lay out the base map with paint looted from Frank.

Chen Xiao felt as if someone was staring at him, so he turned his head, and then saw Frank looking at him with a resentful expression while mixing colors.

Forehead......

He realized that he had just thought about getting Frank's palette, but he hadn't thought about what Frank was going to do.

"Is it possible that when you are drawing, your mind becomes dull?"

Chen Xiao shook his head, no longer thinking about this problem, and continued to sketch the swirls on the paper with the colors that Frank had adjusted.

The painting "Starry Night" is like a fantasy, the most important of which is the brushstrokes, the brushstrokes in "Starry Sky" are like flames, regular and seemingly unconstrained.

It is undoubtedly very difficult for Chen Xiao to completely replicate these, but at this moment he seems to be full of patience, forgetting about the animation festival and forgetting the surroundings.

Frank just watched Chen Xiao draw.

In fact, he really didn't think Chen Xiao could draw, although Chen Xiao's theory was very good, but he knew that Chen Xiao was actually a musician, and he was a good musician.

Although musicians and painters are both engaged in artistic creation, they are not the same thing at all.

That is to say, Chen Xiao may have a higher vision than others because of his identity as a musician.

But now he saw Chen Xiao painting seriously, and this scene made him a little distracted.

He had been busy with his own paintings before, so he didn't see Chen Xiao's first "Starry Sky", but at this time, when he saw Chen Xiao's brushstrokes sketched one by one, he was suddenly a little uneasy.

What is it? Scribble?

It was his first thought, but when he saw it, he saw a difference.

This is not an imagery painting!

It's an impression painting!

If you want to say that the image oil painting still belongs to the realist school, the image you want to paint must have your own thoughts.

But impression painting is different, it is a painting that is completely detached from reality, relying only on the impressions in the artist's mind, and presenting these impressions on the canvas with color blocks and light.

There's something concrete, but there's also a lot of abstract, spiritual.

Frank: This is really shocked.

Chen Xiao knows abstract painting?

So why haven't I seen his work online before?

I know a fake Chen Xiao, right?

Frank couldn't help but want to ask Chen Xiao clearly, but he didn't dare to interrupt Chen Xiao's painting.

You know, a painter is the most taboo when he is painting.

Just like Chen Xiao disturbed him before, he was very angry, but his temper was quite good, so he didn't show it.

But as a painter, he won't bother Chen Xiao to paint.

The clouds above the sky perfected little by little, then the light emitted by the stars, and finally in the blank space in the lower right corner, Chen Xiao perfected the last village.

A pair of "Starry Night" is perfect on paper!

Chen Xiao looked at his 'own' work with satisfaction.

The three-dimensional brushstrokes form a rough straw mat-like pattern, while the swirling colors seem to be squeezed straight out of a paint tube.

But this is Starfield!

"Starry Sky" that will leave endless inspiration for future generations!

Frank looked at the painting in Chen Xiao's hand in shock, and finally exclaimed: "This ...... This is, you drew it?"

He is a professional painter with a rich sense of appreciation, which can be seen in his previous exhibitions.

It is precisely because of this that he can see that the paintings in Chen Xiao's hands are not ordinary.

Until now, he couldn't believe that this was actually painted by Chen Xiao.

Though...... This is the end of it with his own eyes.

At this time, Martin was chatting with several heads of the foundation, and they were talking about some things in the art world.

The influence of these people in the French oil painting world is self-evident, and it is only a small activity that can create some famous painters.

And this event was no different.

"Roland, the painter who came this time, which one do you like the most?"

Roland, a lady who is the head of a foundation, smiled: "Of course I am optimistic about my Frank, his conception, composition, color, brushwork, smooth and handsome, and he has always been unstable, constantly experimenting with various styles, I see in him the potential of the master." ”

In the field of painters, unstable is not necessarily a bad adjective.

Martin: "I'm quite optimistic about a female painter, I've seen her previous painting "Autumn Wind", which is definitely a first-class work of impression painting. ”

"But the impression stream is a relatively small audience after all. ”

Compared with an institution like Martin, the foundation needs to consider more, such as whether the painting can be sold.

Martin smiled: "Art is always not understood by most people. ”

At that moment, Frank's exclamation broke the silence of the hall, and for a moment many people looked at him.

Martin frowned, then found the person who spoke up.

"What's going on?"

When Frank saw the person in charge asking in person, he immediately reacted, and his voice was a little higher.

He looked at Roland, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Martin. ”

Martin waved his hand, signaling that it was okay, and was about to sit down again, when he heard a man next to Frank ask:

"Mr. Martin, I'm done, can I leave first?"

The painting is finished, and the next step is to hand in the paper early and leave the venue, otherwise I don't know how long I will have to wait here.

"Chen, this is not in accordance with the rules. Frank reminded in a whisper.

"Oh, is it a rule that you can't leave early?"

"Uh...... It doesn't seem to be. ”

"That's good......"

When Chen Xiao and Frank were talking in a whisper, Martin was also observing Chen Xiao.

An Oriental face, is it from which Foundation, and why haven't I heard his name?

However, the invitation list was not drawn up by myself, and it is not surprising that there are people I don't know.

As for leaving early?

Although it rarely happened before, it is not unprecedented, and it is still allowed.

He walked to the stage, and then came to Chen Xiao step by step, and several other foundation leaders were already a little bored, and came over to watch the excitement.

"This is my painting. ”

Chen Xiao handed out the oil painting in his hand, and even the paint on the painting had not yet dried.

In the margins of the lower right corner of the painting, Chen Xiao signed his name, which would be just enough to block his signature if the painting was framed.

Martin took Chen Xiao's oil painting with a little care, and then saw the contents of the painting.

At about the same time, the contents of the painting were also reflected in the eyes of several Foundation leaders.