Gu Weijing grasped the pencil that was still spinning on the table.

There are eight academies of fine arts in Eastern Xia, and Japan is concerned with the five beauties of Eastern Xia.

These well-known art academies, whether they are joint entrance examinations or independent examinations, are very fond of using still life sketches to test the students' pen skills.

Even Musashino Art University, a prestigious school in Asia, has given candidates a few pencils and a piece of B3 drawing paper when they want to test their drawing skills in the entrance exams of the departments of oil painting, sculpture, industrial planning, and architectural design in the past ten years.

The teacher then places a few pots of complex still lifes such as daffodils on the table for the candidates to spend within a limited time.

Students are judged by the completion of their sketches to determine whether they are eligible for admission.

This aspect testifies to the importance of drawing to modern art education.

On the other hand, it shows that the basic skills of sketching are the most foolish.

One person, one student, one level.

The good and bad of expressiveness, between the simple color blocks and criss-crossing lines, can easily show an art student's pen and pound to the fullest.

How about the lines and modeling skills, see the article on the pen.

The moment the viewer sees the proportions, distortions, forms, colors, or textures rendered by the painter on paper with a pencil, they instantly realize that some paintings are outstanding and others are mediocre.

In the hearts of those who love art, sketching does not need to be graded by a grading teacher.

Beauty and ugliness, the paper has given the answer.

Good and bad,

It's easy to see at a glance.

"My current light and shadow, positioning, and shaping seem to be more accurate than before." Gu Weijing used the muscles between his fingers to carefully feel the new changes brought about by the improvement of his technique.

Oil painting and drawing, in general, are painting methods that use proportions and contrasts of light and shadow to express the real world.

In terms of details, the focus of the two pens is still different.

Oil painting focuses more on the emotional expression between brushstrokes and colors.

There is no paint in the sketch, only lines and blocks of color, only chiaroscuro of black, white and gray.

In the world of sketches, the sun is not orange-red, the sky is not blue, the lake is not dark green, everything is only a subtle change of light and shadow.

To do this, the use of sketch pencils is more delicate than oil brushes, the positioning of the pen is more perfect, and the shade of the strokes is more precise.

Gu Weijing looked up at the teacher on the podium, and casually tried to draw a character sketch on the desk.

In fact, it is not called a sketch, it is just a basic stick figure drawing of the eyebrows and eyes of the character.

But Gu Weijing grasped several core characteristics of the characters.

Slightly messy hair, a square face with well-developed masseter muscles, and a typical pointed nose of Germanic people, plus a few strands of crow's feet at the corners of the eyes that diverge from an origin and are parallel to each other at the ends.

Gu Weijing only took a few minutes casually to draw a very simple line relationship, and the entire appearance of Professor Wattle foaming at the podium was already in front of him.

Desks are not good drawing boards.

Pressed from triple wood, the surface is sprayed with waterproof paint and the table top is smooth and smooth, without the adhesion of pencil graphite.

Not only is the friction so low that the tip of the pen is as difficult to control as a roller skate, but the relationship between light and dark is completely nonsense with the tone of the brush strokes.

however

Gu Weijing painted very similarly.

His brushstrokes are light as if he is a martial arts master with light skills, and he walks lightly through the snow in winter, leaving a shallow but clear enough brush mark on the table.

Between the beginning and the end, there is no obscure and sluggish feeling.

"This is the level of sketching in the second order of the profession. In this group of professional painters, it can be regarded as a formal entry into the house, and it can be regarded as a 'master' in a small place. ”

Gu Weijing looked at the portrait of Professor Wattle on the table, at Professor Wattle himself on the podium, and at the classic sketch portrait of "Theodore Roosevelt" that the teacher casually drew as an example in class on the right side of the blackboard.

Gu Weijing nodded with satisfaction, and wiped the graffiti on the table with his palm.

"Professor Wattel, I'm the best sketcher in the classroom right now." He smirked in his heart.

Gu Wei felt the improvement of his sketching skills in a few minutes after researching.

Professor Wattle on the podium has finished today's knowledge.

As usual, the professor handed out the plaid paper he printed for each student and asked them to practice the details of the pen as an assignment.

When Gu Weijing got the lattice sketch paper passed from the front row, he was not in a hurry to start writing.

He stared at the sketch paper in front of him for a few seconds, and a new idea popped into his head.

"Smack!"

Gu Weijing snapped his fingers lightly.

……

Meanwhile.

The art classroom on the third floor of the Dulwich East School Building, Mrs. Cruz's Enhancement Class.

The advantage of small class sizes is that Mrs. Sakai doesn't have a special curriculum or syllabus, and there are only a few students in total.

She used the art room as a small studio for her students to create their own portfolios.

Mrs. Sakai and her teaching assistant walked through the classroom. According to each person's different situation, we provide creative guidance and revision suggestions.

"Mr. Komatsu, by the way, come over here, I'll talk about something."

Mrs. Sakai walked past the students in her high heels, looked left and right for a moment, and found her goal.

She stopped Komatsu Taro and motioned for him to follow her to the corner.

Komatsu Taro was stunned for a moment.

Mrs. Sakai used to call him Komatsu-kun or Komatsu-san, which were more intimate names.

even occasionally omitted his surname and called him "Taro" in the tone of his own juniors.

Now that I have changed to the English Mr. Komatsu, I am more polite and polite, but I feel a sense of estrangement when I hear it.

Komatsu Taro was quite unhappy.

Lao Tzu came from afar for your daughter, but Miss Katsuko ignored him all day long.

If you don't discipline it, forget it.

Still give me an indifferent look here.,Really treat me Komatsu Taro as a dish!

Lao Tzu is also a diamond king who can often make women look at their eyes with a brush, is it good!

"Professor Cruz, I have something to tell you as well."

Komatsu Taro snorted coldly in his heart, and also changed his name.

He did have some objections that he wanted to mention with Mrs. Sakai.

Komatsu Taro has been pursuing Miss Katsuko Sakai since he began to pursue Miss Sakai, and has been taking the route of the classic favorite wife president in the 100-obedient Korean drama.

As a result, what in exchange!

It was Miss Sakai who called herself late at night and told Komatsu Taro that she would "not marry you".

All the hard work was spilled on the white-eyed wolf.

In fact, the resentment of being rejected by Miss Sakai dissipated a lot after pouring two cocktails at the hotel bar.

I like cranky little girls.

Growing up in a wealthy family like Professor Sakai, he must have been a canary in a jade cage.

The little girl lacks a clear understanding of society and wealth, and does not know the benefits of a high-quality man like him.

As for the future of himself and Katsuko Sakai, Komatsu believes that even if there are short-term twists and turns now, the future must be bright and beautiful.

Miss Katsuko has long hair and short knowledge, and her breasts are big and brainless.

Her mother, Mrs. Sakai, had always been a very sensible person.

Know what is most important and what is the best way to deal with your daughter.

Mrs. Sakai took the initiative to call her over and created opportunities for herself to contact Miss Sakai in the past, which shows Mrs. Sakai's wisdom and high emotional intelligence.

The only regret is that

Miss Katsuko is a little bit of a lack of oil and salt, and the effect of the warmth offensive is not good.

In the past few months,

Katsuko Sakai did not get closer to herself, but had a faint tendency to run away.

After Komatsu Taro poured his third glass of whiskey with cherries that night, he made up his mind.

He has shown the side of a gentle big brother in the past.

Now, Komatsu Taro is ready to change his approach and show the masculine side of Yamato's domineering and samurai-like masculine temperament.

He, Komatsu Taro, starts today -

It's going to be overbearing!

"Madam, my daughter can't be spoiled like this!" Komatsu Taro thought that when he talked to Mrs. Sakai later, he would use a deep voice and an unquestionable tone, and said coldly: "If you continue to spoil yourself, your heart will be wild, and you will be mixed in Yangon all day long, what will it look like." I think it's time for you to make up your mind and send your daughter Katsuko back to Japan. ”

Who isn't a domineering president who is not a demonic mania?

Since Mrs. Sakai knows in her heart that she Komatsu Taro is an irreplaceable person regardless of his family background or talent.

I want to be the daughter-in-law of Komatsu Gallery,

It's not interesting to keep a shelf.

Taro Komatsu said that it was best to book a ticket back to Japan this week and get engaged in Osaka next month.

It is perfectly possible for a woman to get married first and then go to university, which was not uncommon among female students in the Showa era not so long ago.

After two years, if you have children, where can your heart fly?

Komatsu Taro thinks that his plan is perfect, and only hates that he didn't bring it up sooner.

"You have something to tell me too?"

Mrs. Sakai stood in the corridor at the entrance of the classroom, straightened the blonde hair on her forehead, and said suspiciously.

"Say it first, Professor Cruz."

Komatsu Taro hooked the corners of his mouth, ready to listen to what Mrs. Sakai was going to say first, and then accumulate momentum by himself, and then attack.

"Well, that's right."

Mrs. Sakai looked Komatsu up and down.

She felt that this guy's tone and demeanor were a little strange now, so she didn't take it to heart, but said straight to the point: "Katsuko wants to participate in the Singapore Art Biennale at the end of this summer, and she may need more time to prepare her own works." ”

"Therefore, Katsuko and I both thought that due to the limited time, there was no need for her to run to the improvement class as a teaching assistant often. You tell me? ”

Mrs. Sakai said this, but there was not much intention in her tone to win Komatsutaro's opinion.

"Huh?"

Komatsu Taro was stunned.

The momentum that was accumulating in his heart to prepare for the attack was like a balloon pierced by a needle, and suddenly withered.

Don't you want to be a teaching assistant in the improvement class?

Isn't this a private opportunity for Mrs. Sakai to create a personal opportunity for herself and Miss Katsuko Sakai to have more contact.

And

Is Katsuko Sakai going to participate in this year's Lion City Art Exhibition now, so young......

"It's good to be there, Auntie. Miss Sakai is going back to Japan to paint, so I can spend more time with him. Give her some art direction. After all, you are elders, and it is easier for us peers to communicate with each other. Komatsu Taro still has some confidence when he says this.

He is also a professional who won the third prize in the student category of the Yokohama Art Triennial.

Although the award itself is inseparable from Komatsu Gallery's marketing help, family history is also part of the strength.

He thinks he is an excellent new generation of painters.

"Why did you go earlier?"

Mrs. Sakai laughed in her heart.

"Katsuko is very happy working in Yangon, and she will not return to Japan until the end of the semester. Pointing me out or something, thank you, Mr. Komatsu, for your kindness, but I don't have to. ”

Komatsu Taro's brow furrowed tightly.

"If so. I don't think there's any need for me to stay here, Komatsu Gallery is at its peak in spring and summer, with sales of nearly 100 million yen a month, and if Katsuko Sakai continues to do this, I will have to consider returning to Japan. ”

His words were both a point out of his dissatisfaction and a reminder to Mrs. Sakai of what a large gallery estate she was.

Komatsu also has a temper.

I came from Japan in a hurry, but I didn't really come to be a teaching assistant to teach these Yangon mountain artillery.

"That's fine." Mrs. Sakai really nodded.

"What? Madame...... "Komatsu Taro didn't expect to get such an answer.

He was only expressing his position and negotiating tone, and he didn't really want to go back to Japan.

For example, in ancient times, when Genping was fighting for hegemony and ministers, so many emperors liked to run to the temple at every turn, not because people were really tired of power and wanted to be a monk. Instead, they expressed their dissatisfaction with the powerful general, and the courtiers ran to apologize, greet His Majesty, and the emperor returned.

Komatsu Taro expressed himself "If you do this again, hum, Lao Tzu will go home", which is nothing more than this meaning.

As a result, Mrs. Sakai really agreed.

What the hell is "that's fine"?

Just drive Lao Tzu away!

If the emperor in Heiankyo said in the court that he was "tired of the troubles of the world and wanted to go to the monk to cultivate", the ministers below were overjoyed and slapped their slaps twice, and the two head shaving masters came to the palace with a hot water basin, saying that they had already intended to do so, so please ask Your Majesty to shave as a monk.

I guess the emperor will be depressed too.

Komatsu Taro is now a little bit untidy.

"If I really go back, next time you call me, it won't be so easy. Miss Katsuko is good, but I'm not one to be called for and gone......"

Komatsu Taro told himself not to panic, Mrs. Sakai was just serving the shelf, and she definitely wanted to stay.

"Mr. Komatsu's family still has a big deal to handle, so I won't delay you here for these little things. Say hello to Kenta Komatsu for me. When I return to Japan when I have free time, I'll go to Osaka with Issei to meet with Mr. Komatsu in person. ”

"As for Katsuko, well, she's just an ignorant little girl, and she doesn't deserve to be missed by a promising young man like you."

Mrs. Sakai said expressionlessly, "When will Mr. Komatsu leave, let me know, and I'll book you a first-class ticket to thank you." ”

She is a very decisive woman.

When I found out that my daughter and Gu Weijing were very close, how decisive I was when I called Komatsu Taro from Japan.

If you give up Komatsu Taro now, you will give up so decisively.

can't become a son-in-law, and it's not even necessary to have a meal together to say goodbye.

At this time, he pulled two young people and said with tears in his eyes, although the two of you can't become partners. But the polite words that you can continue to be good friends in private, communicate with each other, and support each other are not interesting at all.

Now that I have agreed to the relationship between Gu Weijing and Sakai Katsuko in my heart, I am pulling and pulling with the young people of the Komatsu family here again, and it seems very tasteless to break the thread.

Gave you a chance, you didn't use it.

Making everything clear now is also a sign of respect for Komatsu Taro.

"I'm going to the bathroom now."

After Mrs. Sakai tactfully expressed Komatsutaro's intention that she could leave, she did not hesitate, turned around and prepared to go deeper into the corridor.

"Wait a minute, I want to know, is it the reason for that Gu Weijing?"

Komatsu Taro can't fool himself.

He could already clearly feel the change in Mrs. Sakai's attitude towards him.

It's just that he still has a sense of unreal absurdity.

Katsuko Sakai's brain pumped, and Mrs. Sakai was also stupid.

What a shrewd person this blonde aunt is.

How could it really be to drive yourself away?

"Since we've talked about it at this point, let's just be honest. Compared with family background, more talent, and more than the future, which point is not the difference between me and the so-called Gu Weijing? Is he worthy to be compared to me? ”

Komatsu Taro gritted his teeth.

In addition to jealousy, I felt more insulted.

"Well, if Mr. Komatsu really wants to know the answer."

Mrs. Sakai didn't want to respond to this pointless question.

Thinking about Komatsu Taro's love for a month of staying in Yangon for Katsuko, she still stopped.

The blonde woman turned sideways.

"First and foremost, Katsuko likes him."

"Mr. Komatsu, I don't want to hit you either, you have your own advantages, your family background is very good, and the silent efforts of ordinary painters in a lifetime can't compete with Komatsu Gallery to hold an art exhibition for its young owners, and do a marketing promotion effect, therefore, you don't need to compare your talent with your peers, and being good is also your strength, but if you really want to compare......"

Mrs. Sakai paused for two seconds, then suddenly sneered and looked at Komatsu Taro playfully.

"You are nearly five years older than Gu Weijing, who was born in a poor country, let's not talk about the future potential, just talk about the current painting talent, are you really sure that you can compare with the so-called Gu Weijing in your mouth?"

After she said this, she didn't look at Komatsu Taro, like a proud old princess, and disappeared into the depths of the corridor with her toes high.

Komatsu Taro was like a frozen sculpture behind him, and he was silent for more than ten seconds.

His face was blue and purple, and he wanted to be angry, but for some reason he held back.

Long

Komatsu Taro leaned against the wall, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked on the photo wall that Katsuko Sakai updated some time ago in the Friends column that he paid special attention to.

A base drawing of an oil painting comes into view.

It is really a very eye-catching work, with elegant brushstrokes and fresh and peaceful colors.

The shadows of the leaves seem to be being blown by the wind, forming a layered effect, and the look and feel of the picture is harmonious and unified.

Komatsu Taro browses Katsuko's Instagram every day, and the photo was seen by him shortly after it was updated.

However, Komatsu Taro didn't want to believe it anyway, this was the manuscript created by Gu Weijing.

"What can he do, how can he do it!" Komatsu Taro fried hair.

There are indeed masters in the world who can merge different artistic trends in their hands, and he himself once followed his father to meet a master painter who lived in Yokohama and is now in his prime.

This master skillfully combined the graphic painting method of Nawa-e with the strong colonial Brazilian art style of South America, and is considered a great power in the Japanese art world.

The media flattered him as "the second impressionist/reinventing impressionist".

Deduct the moisture of the local media's propaganda. The old gentleman with a white beard was really able to master such a novel painting style by relying on half a century of meticulous polishing and tireless artistic pursuit.

There are seven or eight billion people in the world, and there are geniuses who are not born in the world.

He graduated from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Britain at the age of 16, won the Pulitzer Prize at the age of 27 for drawing comics, and sold oil paintings at the age of 30 for $700,000.

Katsuko Sakai is one of them.

Komatsu Taro knew that he was not a genius in fact, and if it weren't for the help of his good family background, he would have been able to soak in a hotbed of super artistic resources since he was a child.

At most, he can be counted as a talented painting seedling, and he can't afford the word genius.

Komatsu Taro wasn't so discouraged either.

Who is not born with the great talents who can really change the history of art, and who can only come out in five, ten, fifteen, or even fifty years?

And if they want to paint great works, their careers are mostly bumpy.

Van Gogh doesn't say that Monet has been suppressed by academics, Cao Xuan has experienced great changes in his family and country, and Picasso is glamorous enough, but he is both an old hooligan and a misogyny.

Those romantic affairs that make outsiders look envious, those love-hate feelings between those artists and his beautiful lovers.

Later generations will see that every page is stained with blood and tears.

His life was as much tormenting his women as he was about himself.

Genius is the kiss left by God's lips after the poison has been pursed.

Komatsu Taro doesn't have such a talent, and he can't help but envy it.

But why the fuck Gu Weijing exists!

He also deserves to paint such an outstanding work at this age?

Especially the gentle text that Miss Sakai left on the Instagram photo with affection - "My love".

Komatsu Taro's whole person looks like a fathead fish with spines, and he is about to be puffed up!

He took off the Ray-Ben sunglasses he was wearing on his forehead and slammed them into the hallway, allowing the $2,000 Ferrari sunglasses to shatter and bounce off the ground.

“Fuck！ Gu Weijing. ”

(End of chapter)