After saying this, Fang Yi looked at Lu Qikun with a smile and waited for his rebuttal.

However, Lu Qikun nodded in agreement and opened his mouth to say, "That's right!" What's the point of painting if all you see is a popular face! The mind of the brain condenses space and time on the canvas, representing things that are visible and invisible, and then makes these things connect to the picture and start a dialogue in which everything we live exists."

Hearing this, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of bosom friend, nodded and said, "Makes sense!" When I painted this picture, I just wanted to express my inner feelings at that moment, listening to their laughter, and the unbridled mouth with dirty words, I don't feel much disgust, but I feel that they have a kind of freshness. And this painting, I painted them or I can say that they are not them, and in the end my painting comes from my heart! ”。

"It's a wonderful drawing!" Lu Qikun nodded and said, "Take me to see your finished work."

Hearing this, Fang Yi took Lu Qikun to the underground painting room, and after looking at it for nearly half an hour, the two came to the living room to sit down and chat.

With a sense of bosom friend, Lu Qikun's treatment was very good, Fang Yi took out two bottles of water from the refrigerator in the kitchen and handed one to the guest.

Lu Qikun opened the lid, took a sip, and said to Fang Yi: "Originally, I didn't have much hope for this time. As you can imagine, there are too many people who don't live up to their names, and there are too many so-called painters who are much better at their mouths than they paint. But good thing you didn't disappoint me! ”。

"Let's be with each other!" Now it was Fang Yi's turn to say this: "Listening to your previous stories, I thought you were like someone I was familiar with. Blowing up is invincible in the world, and the brush can't do anything when you touch it! That's why I haven't liked you very much! ”。

Lu Qikun said with a smile: "I felt it at the door just now!" ”。

As soon as these words came out, Lu Qikun and Fang Yi both laughed.

"I see how you use all realistic techniques, and almost all of them classicist techniques! There is no problem with your technique at all, even among all the painters I have seen so far. In terms of classical techniques, you have also entered the first few. With this kind of skill, your transformation must be very wonderful, why not try to abandon this complicated and meaningless form and image, and try to express it in a more free and closer to self-consciousness modern method? Lu Qikun asked at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "Technique is technique, I like to let people see more intuitive things, or I prefer ordinary people to understand my paintings, they can at least understand what I draw!" Instead of guessing out of thin air, at least characters are characters! Hopefully, my work will be simple, straightforward and meaningful! ”。

Lu Qikun put down the bottle in his hand after listening, leaned back on the bench and looked at Fang Yi, and stilted Erlang's legs. With one hand on his chin, he gently touched his mustache: "What do you think of the argument that classicism is dead?" ”。

Fang Yi thought for a moment and said, "It's just a statement!" From Evanck, then the three giants of the Renaissance, then Titian and Dürer, then Rembrandt Ingres, there is a master standing on almost every path you can think of. I've told you this way! Not to mention the classicist techniques, how many of the realisms of the present world can escape the frame they draw? It's like Titian's technique. It is still influencing oil painters. Unless you don't use a canvas anymore! ”。

"Huh!" Lu Qikun smiled when he heard this. As the same oil painter. Naturally, it is not necessary for Fang Yi to explain that Titian was the first painter in history to use canvas to paint, and he was also the first artist who could paint such things as hazy and smoky.

"I think the ultimate breakthrough in classicism may be technical. However, people's aesthetics are always changing, just like popular fashion, how many years a cycle. In terms of painting, from the early domination of Tempera, to the 16th century, it was completely replaced by oil painting and forgotten. Then in the 19th century it slowly revived. Who can say that quasi-classical painting will not have another revival? Fang Yi said: "Looking at the various types of art now, it is these emerging intuitive visual arts that have ended the era of great painting. But the era of the Great Painting ended. It's not that painting has been eliminated. Now it is not only a question of classicism, but also the question of where to go in modern painting, right? ”。

After saying this, Fang Yi looked at Lu Qikun. There are so many kinds of isms in modern painting, such as the one or two hundred years that have produced more isms than the previous thousand years. In other words, it is not only classicism that faces the problem of the masters of the time, but also modern painting. What artist wouldn't want to start his own sect? Only the one or those people who founded the sect can be famous in the painting world and remain in the annals of history forever. As for those who follow the trend, don't look at your paintings now hyped to tens of millions, and it would be good to wait for your great-great-grandson to remember who you are in more than a hundred years. As for your paintings? It is estimated that it will be the money for a few meals at that time!

Listening to Fang Yi's words, Lu Qikun furrowed his brows and fell into deep thought.

"I've thought about this question too, whether it's constructivism or surrealism. All domestic oil painters look abroad, including myself, of course! My friend Lang Yanguang and I have also discussed this issue, where is our way out? His idea is to draw some inspiration from traditional Chinese murals or sculptures. But I don't agree with him, but I agree with him! I hope that I can find a way out from this folk art, a more direct and simple expression! Lu Qikun said this, said his thoughts to Fang Yi, and then mentioned his plans.

Fang Yi nodded after hearing this: "I think you can give it a try." Fang Yi understood Lu Qikun's thoughts, and wanted to borrow from traditional Chinese folk art such as New Year paintings, which are more direct and incorporate them into his own style. It can be regarded as a road, as for whether it can be successful, it depends on Lu Qikun's own kung fu and the aesthetics of the market. Even if it is really a big deal, there will be two results, one is a blockbuster now, and the other is a blockbuster in the future.

The two sat in the living room and talked for more than two hours, which was not enjoyable, and moved directly to Fang Yi's studio. The two began to hold brushes on their easels and wanted to discuss techniques with each other.

Lu Qikun is quite miscellaneous. Because his technique does not have a fixed teacher, the brushstrokes are more casual, and in the texture of the picture, he will use any method to create his own picture effect. Because there is no constraint, it can be more daring, for example, if you draw a coconut on the canvas, there is no hair on the coconut shell, and the person can directly pull off the real coconut shell hair and stick it directly to the canvas.

Fang Yi learned flexibility from Lu Qikun, and then some tips for handling texture. Lu Qikun, on the other hand, was exposed to the strict steps of ancient opera techniques from Fang Yi, as well as some of Fang Yi's understanding of light and color.

The two can be described in one sentence as seeing each other late, and the two of them are like a pair of old friends in these hours. Standing in front of the easel, constantly exchanging experiences and experiences, while one person is demonstrating, the other person is quietly watching it, and then learning to paint on the canvas.

Cuckoo! There were two noises in Lu Qikun's stomach. Then Lu Qikun jokingly said to Fang Yi: "The stomach that is out of luck is ringing!" When I came in the morning, I ate a few pieces of bread. Can't resist it! ”。

Fang Yi glanced at his mobile phone and hurriedly said, "It's mine, it's not." It's nine o'clock! I have instant noodles here. There are also quick-frozen dumplings! These two things are a little faster. If it's cooking, we'll wait! It's mainly time to steam the rice, and the dish is hot as soon as it's hot! ”。

"Hurry up, I'll see instant noodles!" Lu Qikun opened his mouth and said.

Fang Yi thought for a moment: "Then do it!" With that, the two of them walked together towards the kitchen.

When they arrived in the kitchen, Fang Yi cooked noodles, and then heated up the two small meat dishes prepared by his mother, and in less than five minutes, the two of them sat directly on the kitchen counter and ate them.

The two big men ate very quickly. It took a few more minutes, and the two of them had a big belly and a round waist. Lu Qikun looked at the pot and asked Fang Yi, "There are too many left."

"Don't worry, I can't waste it, I have two dogs at home!" After saying that, he took the basin and walked towards the courtyard.

Not only Fang Yi and the others, but also the flat head and round head also seemed to be hungry and crazy, watching Fang Yi come towards the kennel with a big basin. Immediately he screamed. As soon as he put down the basin, he immediately lost interest in his master, and buried his head in the basin and ate heavily.

"That's all for today, let's talk tomorrow?" Lu Qikun asked at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi hurriedly said: "Let's live here, there are a lot of rooms at home!" ”。

"Good intentions!" Lu Qikun said: "But I'm a bit weird, I can't sleep all night when I live in someone else's house, and I can fall asleep after living in a hotel for a while!" I'm going to find a hotel and come back tomorrow morning."

Fang Yi didn't say much and said directly: "There is only a small guest house nearby, and the conditions there are too poor. If the conditions are better, you can only go to the city."

"That's fine! I'll go to the city, we'll see you tomorrow morning" Lu Qikun waved his hand at Fang Yi and walked to the door. Fang Yi sent Lu Qikun to the door, watched the little jeep tail lights disappear around the corner of the road, then turned around and locked the door and returned to the studio, thinking about what Lu Qikun demonstrated just now, while wiping it on the paper with a paintbrush.

The next day, the two talked for a few hours, and after finishing their meal at more than two o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Qikun said to Fang Yi: "I'll go back to Mingzhu later!" It's been a lot of fun these two days! It's a pity that Lang Yanguang is not here, if he hadn't gone out of the way, I would have called him to come over today! ”。

"Then you will come often!" Fang Yi thought about it and said to Lu Qikun: "I hold a small exchange meeting here from time to time, which can be regarded as a small salon, and they are all some of my friends. If you have time, let's talk? ”。

"Hmmm! Inform me then, I'll come over as soon as I'm free," Lu Qikun nodded at Fang Yi and said with a smile.

The two didn't talk more, one said that the other didn't keep it politely, very neatly. The one who said he was going to drive the car away in a flash, and the one who saw off the guest closed the door and went straight to the studio. (To be continued......)