The brown-haired old man exclaimed, "Are you?

"A modern version of Tolstoy?" said the silver-haired lady half-sarcastically. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Actually, it's more like Zhang Daqian. Sha Qianjun instructed, "Please be sure to watch the painting is completed, this will be our greatest respect." ”

After saying that, Sha Qianjun stepped forward with his sleeves flicked up, walked straight to a place about two meters in front of Li Xuan, and stood with his hands in his hands.

This was exactly what he looked like on the first day he stood in front of the café, and that's where the inspiration came.

His expression was so anxious, tangled, unyielding, and sad.

Li Yi's self-painted version of "The Last Pure Land" is just a self-admiring lonely flower, indisputable and proud.

And Sha Qianjun, the person who embodies the last stubbornness of an old man, he stands here tenaciously until he becomes a statue.

Li Xuan stared at Sha Qianjun, slightly adjusted the angle and distance of the painting, and at the same time mixed the paint without squinting, his technique was extremely fast and rough, no longer as delicate and elegant as before, even Sha Qianjun's face trembled, what happened? Did you break through or suddenly lose inspiration?

At this time, seven or eight people from the art world from all over the world also gathered around, and the tools and habits of the painter are very important things, and the techniques and styles can be deduced.

"It's too rough. The silver-haired lady shook her head and said, "Brutalism? And I don't believe anyone here understands Fauvism. ”

"Doesn't you look like a kid who is exposed to paint for the first time?" a man with glasses on his back smiled and gesticulated, "Wow! Paint! Paint!

"Don't do that. The brown-haired old man raised his arm and shouted, "Respect them, at least until you put pen to paper." ”

"But don't you think it's ridiculous?" the man with glasses on his back pointed at Li Yi and said, "My son is almost older than him, and he hasn't learned sketching yet!"

"Although he is young, but handsome?" the silver-haired woman snorted at Li Xuan, "Oh huh, I don't know why I made this sound...... Whether it's East or West, this should be the extreme, right?"

"It's hard to argue. ”

"This is...... I can't think of anyone, how about Leonardo, who is twenty years younger?"

"I don't know, I have to stand together than I do. The silver-haired woman glanced at her watch, "For the sake of his face, give him 20 minutes." ”

"Okay, no more. ”

"I came purely for the sake of Honoré's face. The man on the back nodded at the brown-haired old man.

"I believe in Sha Qianjun. The old man nodded.

At this time, in the eyes of Li Xuan, who was frantically stirring paints, Sha Qianjun had already turned into flowing colors, based on his own understanding of Sha Qianjun, these colors had life in a trance, flowing, rotating, and telling in accordance with some indescribable rhythm.

I have to admit that in the unique color expression of Impressionism, compared with the expression of giving the soul to the scene, the expression of the human portrait, which itself has a soul, is weaker, just because the scene is so simple, it often only needs a distinctive character.

When I draw a sun, I want people to feel like it's spinning at an astonishing speed, emitting terrifying waves of light and heat.

When I paint a field of wheat, I want people to feel that the wheat is working towards its final ripening and blooming.

When I draw an apple tree, I want people to feel that the sap inside the apple is trying to pull the peel open, and the seeds in the core are striving to bear fruit.

When I draw a man, I have to draw his life.

If there is no longer something infinite, profound, real in my life, I will no longer be attached to the world.

This is also the reason why "Starry Night" is far more famous than my own self-portraits, people can easily see the chaotic and dazzling life of the starry sky, but they cannot understand the source of my almost desperate calmness in the self-portrait.

And the old man in front of him, his eyes are full of things that are easier to interpret than himself, he is like a dying giant, like a compassionate but powerless grandfather, he suppresses infinite cries in his heart, but he compromises lonely again and again, and even occasionally, he will question himself, let go of the glitz and greed of the world, whether it is worth choosing such asceticism......

I see your whole life, your unknown decay or immortality, every fold in your skin that hides these things that are about to come out......

I can't help it, I'm going to start.

Maybe God exists after all, so that I have such a wonderful model and see such a pure soul.

Wait a minute...... Don't...... I am God, and I am born again......

I'm going to split...... Hmm......

Li Yan picked up the thickest oil brush and rubbed it on the paint board rudely, and even more rudely threw the paint almost onto the canvas, and a curved, grayish curve was given life.

"What is this?!" the man on the back was dumbfounded, "Is he being funny?"

"Fauvism doesn't get so rough as this!" said the silver-haired woman, shaking her head incomprehensibly, "Drawing directly, without composition, and flippantly throwing paint at random like paint, does he think he is a master of abstraction??"

The brown-haired old man also frowned slightly: "I hate modern art that is over-interpreted. ”

"I don't like it either, it's just a huge, disgusting balloon that the people of the United States have blown up in order to win the right to art criticism. The man on his back was ready to turn around and leave, "I felt insulted. ”

The silver-haired woman looked at Li Yan's appearance and felt unbearable: "Let's go first, Honoré, and then take a look when he is done." ”

As he was talking, a man in a suit and glasses hurriedly ran out of the square, and his head was numb when he saw this battle, and then quickly squeezed to the front and said to a few foreigners in English that was not very fluent: "The forum is about to start, why are you here?"

The foreigners all looked at the brown-haired old man Honoré, as if to say, what you did now looks so stupid, you should explain.

Honoré stared at Li Ying and explained truthfully: "Sha Qianjun told us that the best artists will work here on the spot. ”

"He's completely wrong sir, he's just trying to make one of his students popular. Lu Mang swept around and said, "Look, everything is ready, the camera, the reporters, they just want to make a news, the news of the international art festival celebrities watching the painter, and then make the painting popular!"

A couple of gringos frowned when they heard this, and they were annoying, using us as background actors? Please come and take a look, take a picture, and then make a damn news out of context?

They looked at Honoré again, this time with a bit of questioning.