Coloring, coloring, or coloring.

The extremely repetitive and boring work made the out-of-character Tsunamasa Sakai soon feel that his wrists were sore, his arms were weak, and he was about to lose his drawing.

"What a painter, what a craftsman, it sounds good. Look at those old guys, don't they become painters and masters one by one, and throw the hardest and most tiring work to Lao Tzu? ”

Sakai Tsunamasa muttered secretly.

He turned his head and looked at the group of guys sitting in the shade of the trees in the distance, playing poker on their mobile phones, and his eyes were a little hot.

It's really not something that anyone can do all the time.

In this program, there are many juniors or students who are close to the invited painters, such as the Sakai siblings and Gu Weijing, or graduates of the Tama Academy of Fine Arts, such as Tanaka.

There are about thirty or forty such "young painters".

They don't have a fixed task schedule, and where they need to color, they will be assigned a small sign with a number written by the staff to work on the corresponding task.

After doing your first job, if you don't want to get it again, or if you are tired, you can just find a place to stay by yourself.

You can do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't affect other people's drawing, no one cares about you at all.

That is what Cao Lao said: "Get away." ”

The project was only on its second day, and many students were tired.

To put it bluntly, they were originally gilded.

Painting is the same as football.

Not every football school student wants to be Messi, some just want to be a physical education teacher with an iron rice bowl.

And art dogs are an industry that has a lower success rate than football.

Those guys who lie flat in the shade of the trees belong to those who have long admitted themselves, and there should be no hope of becoming famous and starting a family in their lives.

Either these people are for the students of the Academy of Fine Arts who want to graduate.

Otherwise, in order to improve the taste and artistic accomplishment of the family, the father and mother who are not bad for money will wave a lot of banknotes and stuff them into the anonymous ones in some masters' studios.

They are very clear about who they are.

Underage people can get a good art academy with qualifications, and it's right to get their parents' money.

Graduates have a project to cooperate with Cao Lao on their resumes, and then they can find a European art museum, a private museum, or something ready to start swimming and paddling with an annual salary of 50,000 to 80,000 US dollars.

ANYWAY, THEY ARE NOT GOING TO GO FAR ON THE ROAD OF PAINTERS, PLAYING CARDS WITH THE STAFF, BRUSHING TIKTOK, EVEN IF THEY ARE BLINDED BY A FEW OLD PAINTERS AND HAVE A LITTLE CHEEKINESS, THE JOY WILL PASS.

But there is something to say, in the art world, this kind of people who have a clear understanding of themselves, and understand early on that they have no talent, or can't endure the hardships of hard work, are mostly not bad.

What I'm most afraid of is that I can't do anywhere, and I can't look down on this or that.

I don't think I am the reincarnation of Van Gogh, and I paint saints in the world.

Such a person thinks that all the art critics who criticize him do not understand all the fart, and will cynically classify his failures as the type of jealousy and suppression of his peers.

The result is - to torture both yourself and your family.

Tsunamasa Sakai thinks he still has a future, but this kind of work is really boring.

He looked at the art dogs lying happily in the shade of the trees, and suddenly felt that his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift his hands.

"Gangchang?"

Just when Tsunamasa Sakai was fighting between heaven and man, the round Uncle Sakai rolled over from nowhere.

Hearing this voice, Sakai Tsunamasa suddenly became smart, his back was straight, his wrist shook, and he almost detained the entire plate of paint on the ground.

His father, Kazunari Sakai, is not an uncle with a typical RB personality.

He never wields a stick and scolds harshly, nor does he sternly reprimand boys for having roots and perseverance.

It's just that whenever Sakai Tsunamasa does something wrong, Sakai Issei will look at Sakai Katsuko on the side, and then turn his gaze back to his son, and sigh in a very helpless tone.

"Alas......"

That look was like looking at a failed object that should have been shot at the wall in his early years.

This kind of look left an indelible damage in the young Gangchang's heart.

Sometimes it's really not that Tsunamasa Sakai isn't working hard enough, it's that his sister is just too good.

Because they are sisters and brothers, no one knows the pain of being shrouded in the aura of genius better than Tsunamasa Sakai.

Just like the previous pen drawings, if it wasn't for his sister who was painting with him, then his drawings would be amazing enough.

But in the comparison of Sakai Katsuko, it became the fluttering "not bad" in Lin Tao's mouth.

Uncle Sakai looked at his son with a scrutinizing look.

"Here, here, and here......"

Sakai Tsunamasa was glad that he had done a lot of work in the morning, and hurriedly pointed out the monks' prayer flags that he had finished coloring himself to show his father.

"Well, it's okay."

Realizing that his son was not lazy, Uncle Sakai made a relatively satisfactory nasal voice from his mouth.

He turned his gaze away, casually examining the other works on mural No. 9.

"Huh? You painted them, and you never rested all morning. ”

When Uncle Sakai looked at the other side of the mural, he suddenly sighed.

Gu Weijing nodded.

"It's great, it's hardworking, and you can tell you're serious all the time. But why is this being vacated? ”

Uncle Sakai looked at a lotus flower that had not been colored, and it was obvious that Gu Weijing had avoided it.

"Because I didn't understand the paint recipe for the color scheme on the manuscript here."

Gu Weijing looked through the manuscript in his hand.

He used this coloring as an opportunity to learn from experienced painters.

The manuscript in his hand has been carefully noted how to deal with each color area, what proportion of color to use, and what kind of brushwork to use.

It looks really simple, but every time Gu Weijing puts down the pen, he thinks in his mind about how to deal with it if he paints by himself, and then compares it with the manuscript.

If you are wrong, you will correct it, and if you are right, you will be encouraged.

He took out the manuscript he had at hand.

"The color scheme written here is, stamens, hand-dyed, beige (6, 3)."

Learning to paint murals with a master is similar to learning Lalanzhou ramen from a master in a restaurant, and there are corresponding formulas.

However, the recipe for the side dishes of Lanzhou ramen is one clear, two white, three red, four green and five yellow, which refers to coriander, radish, and cinnamon......

The mantra for painting murals refers to pigments, and there are many types of complexities, which can be roughly summarized as one red, two light blue, three lotus (purple), four fragrant tea, five orchids, six meters white, and seven ......

The mark on the manuscript in Gu Weijing's hand is the 6, which refers to the off-white, and the number 3 at the back refers to the shade of color.

There are up to four numbers.

If there is no mark or the number 1 is marked, it means that the normal color should be used, if it is 3, it means that the third level is light white, which is slightly lighter than the normal color.

The stamens of Chinese paintings are sometimes dotted with gold dust, and if gold dust is not used, in order to highlight the contrast, too transparent colors are not used.

"If it were me, I would use a dark color number, and I don't understand why I would use a color as light as number 3 paint."

"Is that so?"

Uncle Sakai touched his chin.