The women on the canvas are exactly the usual images in classical works, with fair skin to white and red, and a body that is plump enough to have a perfect sense of quality with a living body, and a soft body. The woman seems to have just been pushed to the ground by the man in the canvas from standing, supporting her body with her left hand, her buttocks and left leg lying flat on the ground, facing the viewer with most of her back, her upper body tilted slightly, her plump and white body formed a fleshy mark on her waist because of this posture, her right arm was bent up to her forehead, and her five fingers were stretched out above, presenting a natural state of protection in a frightened situation. In this posture, the rounded and natural bulge of the bust is naturally and completely presented to the viewer, which in some eyes further enhances the sensory stimulation.

The woman's head is tilted upwards at the man, and the long, wavy blond hair on her head is bundled up from the two sideburns to the back of the woman's head, showing a feminine hairstyle commonly used in classical techniques. Half of the face reveals the astonishing beauty of the woman who was about to be whipped. And the facial expression is also very rich, the face is panicked, but when you look carefully into the woman's eyes, you can't see too much panic, and the big blue eyes are more with a kind of calm and a trace of inexplicable joy.

The man on canvas is not as strong and powerful as the man in classical painting, and even the birds in the span are not exaggerated. The man is tall and majestic, and according to the proportions in the painting, it seems to be about the same as the woman on the ground. Although the body is not too strong and muscular man, but the ancient steel skin is connected to the smooth body. Instead, it presents the beauty of a modern male body.

One of the man's hands stretched out in the direction of the woman, and it seemed that it was this powerful push that caused the woman in the painting to fall to the ground, and her right leg slightly moved forward by half a step. The body began to twist vigorously from the waist, and the head and neck looked slightly towards the woman who fell to the ground, the brows were tightly locked, and the eyes were firm and solemn to examine the woman whose whip was about to be drawn. The man's right hand was raised high and waved the whip, the little finger and ring finger of the right palm and the thumb held the handle tightly, and the middle and index fingers were spread. Looking at such a posture, you can guess that the man's original two hands are holding two circles rolled up with the whip. Now a circle has become an arc. Only one circle remained in the air, roughly in its original shape, and was stretching out, with a small strip of cloth wrapped around the entire end of the whip. It has the red, white and blue colors of the French flag on it. The strips of cloth and the tips of the whip pierced straight towards the space at the upper corner of the canvas, as if to break through the canvas and show the strength of their tenacity and clenching the whip.

The whole work is full of movement, like a powerful musical note. Tapping on the viewer's heart. Twisted body. The contrast between the flamboyant momentum, the feminine arrogance and the masculine strength all attract the viewer's eye, and the background and ground are a black patch, presenting a solidified and transparent black beauty.

And that's not all, a dog's head sticks out in a dark corner of the picture, and the two dogs' eyes don't look at the woman and the man in the middle of the canvas. It's just looking at the person looking at the canvas, when you look into the dog's eyes. It seems that all this is happening right in front of your eyes on the canvas. Do you stop it or stand and watch as the sharp whip falls on the delicate pink skin. You say you want to stop this violence, do you have the qualifications to do so? The man on canvas doesn't look at you at all, completely when you don't exist. Swinging the whip in your hand with empty eyes, the whip thrown out seems to snap in your ears, but you can't do anything.

Fang Yi understood it, this is Henry? Bobile's war drums, as far as Fang Yi understands himself, the woman on the canvas should represent classicism, whether it is the previous classicism or the neoclassicism with Ingres as the banner, the image of this woman represents the masters of their predecessors, and this thin but determined man seems to represent Henry himself. The tricolor of the whip seems to represent a kind of self-satisfaction and satisfaction of Henry's French romance.

As for the meaning on the canvas, what do you need to say? In Fang Yi's view, the garbage can is waving a whip, whipping the previous classicism and proudly declaring his strength, no matter from which angle Fang Yi looks at it, it can prove the lawless arrogance in the heart of the garbage can, as well as the self-confidence that directly explodes.

Think about the tension of this picture, and the meaning contained in it, how flamboyant should the old thing be, directly with James? Cameron, like that, shouted at the Oscars that I was the king of the world. In Fang Yi's opinion, this arrogance is even better than Cameron. Classicism was pushed to the ground by him, and he waved the whip, this arrogance seemed to Fang Yi to be a kind of pathology, just like Nietzsche, a god disease, said that he was the sun.

The previous masters are still like this, and there is no need to say that the contemporary beings are self-explanatory. It is estimated that in the heart of the old thing, now this momentum is like a garbage can to participate in the Huashan sword debate, when the old thing stands on the top of Huashan, he pulls the sword and looks around and shouts: The hero of the world, who can fight! As a result, no one answered after shouting for a long time, and when I looked down again, I saw that these people were panting in the middle of the mountain, and they couldn't climb the top of the mountain with Ben for a while! That pride and pride, I'm afraid it's the old thing, and that's what it means to look at the whole painting world now. There is no opponent, the master is lonely, and the lonely master is so complacent.

This arrogance, this indispensable, in Fang Yi's view, the dustbin is also a bit qualified, after Ingres, countless artists are at a loss for classicism, looking at the predecessors of the masters, countless generations can only start anew under the influence of cameras and many technological media, this is the so-called era of great art. Now a great master has stood in front of everyone, and used his works to tell the artists of the day: It is not that classicism is dead, but that you are incompetent! can only live in the shadow of the previous masters, mediocre and enterprising!

Fang Yi looked at the works in his eyes, and the feelings in his heart could really be said to be full of emotions and emotions.

"Can you read my work?" Just as Fang Yi was falling into deep thought, Bobile's unpleasant voice came from the side.

When I turned my head slightly, I saw the old thing standing next to Khima and Anders, two or three meters away, with his head held high, and the disgusting appearance of the big rooster, the national bird of France. A whole dwarf version of the Gallic rooster!

"Kindergarten children can understand it, do you think your drawings are very connotative?" Kahima is not a good temper either, and in the spirit of losing skills without losing the battle, he directly looked at Bobil and counterattacked. Although you painted a cow, but you make fun of me to my face like this, then I can still slap you in the face? Think beautifully!

Bobile didn't know what was going on today, he seemed to be in a good mood, and when he heard this sentence, he didn't get as angry as before, but made Fang Yi nod in surprise: "You linearism boys, you can also see this step, you can't understand things that are too deep!" Work hard, and strive to reach the age of eighty, and then you can see my current work, and you can see it, don't be too ambitious now, go back and hone your skills quickly."

Hearing this, Artur frowned and looked at Bobil with an angry face, while Ruud had a cold face, clenched his fists and looked at the green tendons on the back of his hand. Kahima also had a cold face, staring at the old thing with anger.

Anders, who was next to him, looked at Bobiler and said happily: "It seems that you don't understand linearism, come to our studio when you have time, and you will be able to paint well in five or six years with your qualifications." After saying that, he took two steps in front of Bobille, and the height of the Nordic man immediately took advantage of it, and Bobile had to raise his head to meet Anders' eyes.

This situation forced the old man to take two steps back and look at Anders. Fang Yi's face couldn't help but show a smile.

Just as the old thing was about to speak, a woman came over not far away: "Henry, so you are here!" ”。 Then he twisted his waist and walked to Bobil's side, naturally picked up the old thing's arm, and then began to look at Kahima and Fang Yi.

"Who are you?" The woman's age is not young, but she is not too old, she looks like she is in her early thirties, but the skin and flesh are well maintained, generally speaking, European and American women in their thirties are not very good if they don't wear makeup, but this one basically has no makeup and does look white and red. It's a bit too much, it's definitely a beauty, plus the natural charm of a mature woman, and the hint of charm between the eyebrows, which makes people feel lighter at first sight. The whole person is like a ripe peach, plump and juicy, and it looks very delicious.

The young woman's style is very good, but Fang Yi is not good at this, Khima doesn't seem to like this very much, Artur has a bottom by his side now, and he doesn't care much, Anders has a few looks. The most unbearable thing is Ruud, an old boy, who is good at this tone, and likes this plump peach the most, and looked up and down several times at the woman with Bobile's arm.

"Hello, beautiful lady" Rude immediately threw the unhappiness just now out of the clouds, walked two steps to the woman's side, naturally picked up someone's hand, touched it with his lips on the back of his hand, and then let go of the gentleman: "I'm Rude?" Fan? Drusset".

The woman smiled and said, "I know you, linealist artist" After speaking, she turned her head and looked at the remaining four people: "I think these four are the left."

"Well, indeed. A few of our friends came together" Ruud nodded and said, "Has anyone complimented you that your body is simply perfect, I hope I have the honor to invite you to be my model".

The woman covered her mouth and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I don't have much interest."

"It's a pity! It's a pity! Ruud looked at the woman and shook her head while sweeping Bobil next to her from time to time, and the look in her eyes was lively: "What a flower is stuck in cow dung!" It's best to stick it in your own vase! (To be continued......)