The afternoon weather in Yangon was just right, and the windows were opened to the maximum.

The warm wind carried the sunlight in from outside, and the light blue curtains were swept up by the wind, leaving a fluttering shadow on the white wall, and the slender figure.

In the midst of the noise of people,

Sakai Katsuko didn't know when she had already walked a few meters behind them.

The girl stood by the window, her hips slightly leaning against the windowsill, staring at her classmates who still had a mocking smile on their faces that had not been completely replaced by consternation.

"When jealousy covers the eyes, one loses the stillness needed to appreciate the beauty of art."

Katsuko Sakai said slowly, word by word.

"Komatsu-senpai, I'm sorry but I don't feel any regrets about us. I thank you for your dedication to me, but I also have the right to refuse this kindness. I am ready to bear your insults and anger at me, but I cannot accept your insults to Gu Weijing. ”

"Komatsu Taro, I, Katsuko Sakai, completely, completely, I can't agree with you at all."

"You can pour out your anger on me."

"But Komatsu-senpai, it's too much to insult one of the best peers I've ever seen in my life."

Her crisp voice is solemn and firm in its ups and downs, like a string of wind chimes hanging from a Zen temple in the Himalayas.

Everyone in the classroom opened their mouths wide.

If it weren't for the limitations of their physiology, their jaws would have been neatly slammed to the floor.

What the hell is this God unfolding?

Something must have gone wrong with the way the world opened today, and everything that was familiar around us became incredibly unfamiliar.

There is a saying in the art world that art does not need to be judged, and people's eyes will naturally give the answer.

This sentence can only be half true at most.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and everyone certainly has the right to love or hate a painting.

You can love Van Gogh, you can hate Monet. You could think of Andy Warhol as a ninth-rate art speculator, tearing hundreds of millions of dollars worth of rare treasures like Picasso's Guernica to shreds, and then carefully putting the graffiti of Uncle Wang when he went to the toilet into the underground vault of Citibank.

As long as you have ownership of the work, enough financial resources, and enough willfulness, you can certainly do that.

In the long history of human art, whether it is a hype marketing trick or a simple collector himself, he is more "free and easy".

There are many more outrageous things than these examples.

Each individual has the right to pursue individuality and aesthetic differences.

However, under the tide of society, art needs to have a unified evaluation standard.

Art museums need to know which paintings are not worth mentioning, which paintings are worth cherishing with constant temperature and humidity glass display cases, and then hire old men wearing armbands to look at them 24 hours a day.

Collectors also need to know what works are bought for the price of toilet paper, and in the future there is a chance that they will become Mediterranean yachts and Victoria's Secret supermodels.

What works are bought at the price of a Mediterranean yacht and a Victoria's Secret supermodel, and in the future, there is a risk that it will be passed on to the grandson and become toilet paper.

The art world always likes to create an atmosphere for ordinary people, believing that this evaluation criterion is the beauty and ugliness of a work of art.

If the painting is good-looking, it is naturally valuable, and if the art value is low, it is naturally not valuable.

This is, of course, to fool little children.

Painters who are engaged in classical art that pay attention to techniques can still have traces of evaluation methods.

Those avant-garde artists who focus on form and concept are, why should you take a branch to exhibit more noble than my stone, why should your whole urinal be considered art. I peed in front of Van Gogh's painting and was dragged away by the police?

This criterion has never been about beauty or ugliness.

Rather, it is the convincing authority of those who hold the aesthetic power.

In the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qianlong was the authority. In the world of modern art, the Elena family's oil painting magazine is the authority.

And at this time, in this Dulwich classroom, Komatsu Taro is the absolute authority.

He said that Gu Weijing was a piece of garbage, and his painting level was so bad that he couldn't even paint with his toes, so everyone would immediately believe that Gu Weijing's painting level was useless at all, and they followed each other to laugh and laugh.

Any opposition and questioning from students will not only appear to have low emotional intelligence, but will also be easily crushed by the authority of Assistant Teacher Komatsu.

Unless......

This person is Katsuko Sakai.

Ms. Sakai's father was an internationally renowned artist, her mother was a professor in Dulwich's Advanced Class, and she herself was a genius in the arts, and she was constantly mentioned by the local Japanese media and some Asian newspapers since she was a child.

Such a girl is in the minds of her classmates as a fairy in the clouds floating in the sky.

It is also an academic authority that is not inferior to Komatsu Taro.

Therefore, when two academic authorities collide with each other.

When Miss Sakai suddenly jumped out and defended Gu Weijing with a resolute posture that was almost protective of religious beliefs or a taboo in her heart.

The Dulwich students all felt like they were stupid.

"Gu Weijing - the best young man I have ever seen in my life?"

Bang.

Mona's arm swept over the stapler on the table, knocking it aside.

The stapler fell from the one-meter-high table top and slammed into the feet of the student council president, who was wearing small leather shoes.

To facilitate the binding of portfolios, the Dulwich College classrooms have placed not a lightweight version that can be held in the palm of your hand, but a desktop printing press made entirely of cast iron.

One weighed seven or eight pounds, like a small dumbbell filled with lead.

Falling from such a high height immediately made a deep mark on Mona's fair instep.

The instep of the student council president was immediately red and swollen, and the blood stains could be seen through the thin stockings.

Mona was still unconscious, and she didn't feel any pain at all.

She thinks that she understands every word of Miss Sakai's words, but the combined meaning is confusing and overwhelming.

Gu Weijing, she feeds the big little donkey...... The best young man?

"Katsuko Sakai, then you can tell me, is there anything wrong in my evaluation just now?" Komatsu Taro still gritted his teeth and inhaled hard.

As soon as he mentioned Gu Weijing, a wild boy, he saw Sakai Katsuko really look up and walk over.

Komatsu Taro's comments were made to Katsuko Sakai.

It is said that there is a shih h h in the eyes of a lover, but he wants to see that there are so many shortcomings he has pointed out, can Sakai Katsuko be able to shut these things up and praise Gu Weijing as a flower!

Miss Sakai walked forward with a gentle step.

Dulwich's onlookers automatically retreated and moved out of the way, as if the Red Sea had been parted by Moses.

Only Miss Sandenu stood still, as if she had not seen her.

"These shortcomings do exist, and it's not a perfect piece."

Katsuko Sakai didn't rack her brains to make excuses to argue for Gu.

She took the tablet from Komatsu Taro's hand, looked sideways at the drawing on the computer, and shook her head gently.

"Heh, doesn't your mother like to hold him up to heaven? It turns out that our Miss Sakai can also see Gu Weijing's garbage......"

Komatsutaro's ridicule was just halfway through when he was interrupted by Katsuko Sakai.

"But no one can paint a truly perfect work, just as no one can infect every audience in the world with the beauty of the picture itself. This is God's right. ”

"Gu Weijing can't do it, you can't do it, I can't do it, and my father can't do it."

"All our painters are just servants of the muse, we can only do our best to paint each of our paintings, to touch the edge of perfection as much as possible in the long life."

Katsuko Sakai turned her head and looked Komatsu Taro in the eye.

"So in your eyes, I can see that this painting is full of shortcomings, but in my heart, I can see that the surface of this canvas is full of a boy's serious and persistent brushstrokes. His paintings are childish, but he has a good sense of space, and the line structure and contour lines are also very accurate. These are the qualities needed to become a good painter, and they are also the strengths of Gu Weijing. ”

"Idiosyncratics, hum, what's the use of idiosyncrasies, people with good painting traits have a lot of them in the world. Some of them can really become great painters, and a few of them are qualified to sign up with our family's Komatsu Gallery. ”

Komatsu Taro was completely unimpressed.

Katsuko Sakai held the tablet in her arms and said softly: "Gu Weijing not only has the quality of painting, but is also turning this quality into the wonderful light and shadow colors under the brush at a miraculous speed. ”

"Senior Komatsu, you look down on Gu Weijing, so you have been in Yangon for so long, and you have never seriously wanted to understand Gu Weijing. If you have really come into contact with him and witnessed Gu Jun's incredible ability to progress, you will also be moved by him from the bottom of your heart. ”

"His brush technique has surpassed yours, and even slowly surpassed mine. If he can continue to make progress at this rate, he may be able to surpass my father one day in the future. ”

Katsuko Sakai smiled, "I'm looking forward to this day. ”

"You-"

"You may have guessed it from the day it came, or maybe you haven't. But whether you know it or not, I want to tell you clearly. Gu Weijing is the reason why I am willing to come to Yangon across the ocean this semester. ”

Komatsu Taro......

Jerry......

Miao Angwen......

Mona......

The faces of everyone in the classroom were full of astonishment.

Some of them know about Gu Weijing, and some of them don't know Gu Weijing that well.

But when everyone listened to Katsuko Sakai describe the thin figure in their eyes in the past with admiration.

There is a sense of absurdity that has become an X-Men or Spider-Man Peter Parker.

There was an uproar,

The whole world was shocked.

Among Dulwich's classmates, the most normal one is probably Miao Aung Win.

This is not the first time that Miao has been refreshed by Gu Weijing's worldview.

Shocked by this kind of thing, once born and twice cooked, shocked and shocked, I feel used to it.

No matter how stunned the words in Miss Sakai's mouth are, they can have a more impact on people than Brother Hao letting people hold a gun against his head and pull the trigger.

Miao Angwen just felt a little outrageous.

TNND why!

Whether it's Brother Hao, or this beautiful little artistic princess in front of you, why don't you like it, you can't wait to hold Gu Weijing and gnaw it like a baby.

Hey, hey, look here, Lao Tzu's painting is also very persistent, and it's also very serious, okay!

Jerry suddenly felt that he had lost.

He has always been a little bit less optimistic about Gu Weijing in his heart, he is more handsome than him, his family background is better than the other party, he has more resources than the other party, and his physique is bigger and stronger than Gu Weijing.

Jerry can easily flip Gu Weijing to the ground on the flag football field, and he can make a micro-movie with a love theme, and pin a top-notch Boy Scout badge to his chest. He was so proud that the girls in the school cheered for him.

But when Miss Sakai, a beautiful girl who is not like a mortal creature, jumped out and argued for Gu Weijing like a fairy stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

Jerry still felt that he had failed miserably for no reason.

It seems that he went out of the city to compete in martial arts, eating hot pot and singing, and was in high spirits, when suddenly he was slapped to the ground by a slap of the divine palm.

He swept his gaze over Mona, who was standing next to the printer.

Mona still stood in place like a marble sculpture, and the delicate features on her face had not changed since the beginning, as if she had been wearing an iron mask.

Jerry could still tell from the clenched fists of the student council president that her state of mind was definitely not as calm as it seemed.

Mona was still confused.

She looked at Katsuko Sakai and blinked.

She didn't even know what mood she should be in at the moment.

Mona felt that she should be happy for the outstanding Gu Weijing that Miss Sakai had said, and a certain part of her heart felt that she didn't really want to hear such Gu Weijing.

From childhood to adulthood, I have been the more eye-catching one of the two people.

Therefore, she can have a more calm attitude to deal with the feelings between them, if they are about to leave, they will abandon if they want to.

Mona thinks for a while that it's nice and cool for Katsuko Sakai to speak up for her childhood sweetheart like this.

But there was a little devil roaring in the depths of her soul, and she wanted to rush up like the little sisters in the school, tear Miss Sakai's clothes, scratch flowers on her pretty face, and pull her hair and call her "Bitch".

Damn it

She is the president of the student union, how can she have such an idea?

However, deep inside, I can clearly hear the sound of such a little devil purring and screaming.

She didn't even feel this way about Koukou, who she was never used to seeing in the past.

So Mona could only stay where she was, motionless like a piece of wood, maintaining a hollow facial expression.

Miss Katsuko Sakai was standing a few steps in front of Mona, and she could smell the smell of strawberries on her body up close.

The warm spring breeze gently blows the pleated skirt at the hem of Miss Sakai's school uniform, revealing the smooth calves on the socks.

The shadow of the curtain jumping was cast on Katsuko Sakai's undulating body, and the smell of grass and spring plants from outside the window floated in the air, blending with the scent of Miss Sakai's body, setting her off like a forest elf.

Even Mona had to admit it.

Miss Sakai is really beautiful at this moment.

"Give it back to you."

Katsuko Sakai hands the iPad back to Mona.

"A genius like Gu Jun, as long as you have enough patience and trust. He will naturally bloom with you with a hundredfold brilliance. You know, Gu Weijing is working on a big painting that I think will be interesting to the entire Asian art world. ”

"I said I came to Yangon for Gu Jun. The decision to participate in the Singapore Art Biennale is also to follow in his footsteps. ”

"I just hope now that when he shines brightly in the future, I won't be left too far behind by him." Katsuko Sakai smiled.

Miss Sakai said this to Komatsu Taro.

But Mona still felt that she had been stabbed in the chest for no reason.

……

One of the most influential art critics of the 19th century is Giovanni Molerly.

He was an Italian, a fellow of Leonardo da Vinci.

One of the three editors of Oil Painting magazine at the time of its inception.

At that time, there was no new and general vocabulary like the visual arts section. The three editors are one for oil painting, one for watercolor, and one for sketching. Molery is the main writer who specializes in writing sketch reviews.

He found that in each master's sketches, delicate details such as fingers and ears are drawn with a strong personal style.

The sketch lines drawn by the master are freely retracted and intertwined.

The precise artistic lines drawn with a pencil are as simple as an ordinary person's doodles.

He named this phenomenon "gestures".

In the corner of the classroom, Gu Weijing now felt that he was gradually forming his own gestures.

In realizing this,

His heart was beating a little faster.

The formation of a personal aura in sketching is one of the distinguishing characteristics of entering the field of sketching experts.

Just like Dongxia commented on calligraphy works, saying that this calligrapher has entered the room. It is often said that his pen and ink skeleton already has its own "book style".

Drawing and calligraphy are different from the drawing tools and paper, but they are both art that uses delicate brushwork and ink structures to express style.

So at this point, the evaluation criteria of the two are very similar.

Everything is the same.

This is not the first time Gu Weijing has felt such a thing as a gesture, when he uses the skill of [Menzel's Basic Experience in Painting], he can feel a strong "gesture".

Menzel's most typical personal style is that of clear anatomy and bold style.

The brushwork is vivid and expressive.

The old-timers used to incorporate hard pencils, soft charcoal, heavy chalk, light and transparent watercolors into his sketches, giving them an extraordinary visual effect.

When Gu Weijing painted colored pencil drawings, he was "stuffed" with this strong personal style.

In a video on Mr. Hyperion's channel, the judge's lady commented on his creative style, saying that his pen has the feeling of the greatest illustrator in American history, Rockwell.

It's not Gu Weijing's painting and Rockwell's portrait.

Rather, Rockwell was a disciple of Menzel, and both of them painted portraits of Menzel.

But the sketch "gestures" brought by the skill are just a short-term experience card of a few hundred seconds. It's similar to the old monk who poured a Jiazi's power into you with a breath, and then sucked it out for you.

It is not the same as the hazy feeling that is born from the progress of down-to-earth sketching and the sense of accomplishment in my heart.

"Precise."

When Gu Weijing drew the sketch grid sent by Professor Wattel, he found that the biggest difference between Lv.5 and Lv.4 was still accuracy.

Precision is the basic condition for the formation of individual "gestures".

Only by using the pencil of the fingertip as if it were an arm can we talk about any painting style on this basis.

As long as you persist in the "ugly" for a few years, you can also form your own painting style and calligraphy school.

It's a style to be ugly.

However, of course, it is funny what such works call "gestures" and "book style".

Being able to draw a beautiful scene that can be controlled and reproduced is the skill of a sketching expert.

The level of professional sketching is also accurate when painting small grids.

But when he entered the second level of his profession, when Gu Weijing put down his pen, he already had the meaning of further improving the stereotyped accuracy to the point of the word "freehand".

When he used to draw small grids, he only drew quickly, but he had to concentrate on the edges of the small grids, always controlling the boundaries of his brush.

When applied to the back, it forms a rigid muscle memory.

If the small grid on Professor Wattel's sketch paper is different in size and side length, or if Gu Weijing suddenly wants to change the length of the line, it is inevitable that there will be some confusion, and the handwriting will form a boundary or blank space at the edge of the grid.

Now it's different,

Gu Weijing can handle his own lines as he likes, as fast as he wants, as slow as he wants, as thick as he wants, and as shallow as he wants.

Draw as long as you like.

He can break the lines anywhere, connect them seamlessly anywhere, and even use a thin stacking pen the size of a fingernail.

"It's not interesting to continue painting small grids like this."

Gu Weijing liked Professor Wattel's improvement class before.

He doesn't care about the format of his portfolio now, but Professor Wattell's tips for painting are pretty good.

This kind of small grid practice can not only gain sketching experience points, but also improve your ability to polish the details of the pen.

At this time, he was also painting a small grid, which was too unchallenging for Gu Weijing.

He decided to increase the difficulty.

Gu Weijing just thought that he could try to construct three-dimensional complex light and shadow on a square inch of paper with a monochrome sketch tone.

He first tried to cut the graph paper into four triangular areas with lines that were drawn from the central point to the four corners of the square.

Four different colors of light and shadow and brushwork are used in the four areas to make the painted squares look like pyramids from above.

And then there are the curves,

Fill the space of the small squares with perfect conch-like polyphonic curves, and fill the white space in the four corners with smaller curves.

This makes the whole picture look like it's full of swirls of different sizes. The picture can even make people's eyes lose focus, it looks like a snake swimming together end to end or a whirlpool flowing in the sea, which is a bit of a loss of San value.

After trying the first two drawing methods, Gu Weijing tried to use more sharp and difficult polyline segments.

"Rustling ......"

When he was completely immersed in the world of sketching lines.

Professor Wattel, who used to like to go back to the office to fish while the students were doing their homework, took his coffee cup and pushed the door open again.

(End of chapter)