Except for the previous time in order to convince his "students", Su Qingluan basically never showed off his painting skills in front of so many people.
It wasn't that Su Qingluan meant to hide her edge, but it was just because she was lazy. It took a lot of effort and energy to draw a picture, so she was too lazy to move.
But the more important point is that she feels that her temporary ability to draw better than others is just a time advantage - she learned the skill of sketching when it was mature, and then turned around and taught it to people who had no relevant experience. Even a temporary advantage in skill by experienced personnel is not something to be praised.
After three to five years or even one or two years, there will be people with extremely outstanding talents who will surpass their own level in terms of technology and ideas.
Su Qingluan didn't take it too seriously - anyway, when she first learned sketching, it was just as tiring as learning calligraphy, plus some auxiliary help for food carving, and she didn't intend to have too many artistic attainments in it.
Since she doesn't have any lofty ideals, she naturally doesn't have any strong fighting spirit, so even if others draw better or worse than her, Su Qingluan doesn't feel anything.
However, the promised portrait still couldn't be dealt with. Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi's facial features.
There was no time to paint portraits, so Su Qingluan painted very carefully, but after all, the foundation was still there. After the composition was completed, Su Qingluan actually regained some of his previous touch.
Today it is still a crisp autumn day outside. The morning sun shines brightly on most of the house. The reflection of the mottled window lattice is reflected on the ground. Such light makes Mu Xingzhi sitting at the table even his face be illuminated by the sun. Clear as day.
Su Qingluan asked Mu Xingzhi to do whatever he wanted, but it was best to try not to move too much in the first half hour, so Mu Xingzhi took a book and slowly read it in the sun. With.
Su Qingluan watched the man's eyelashes flashing in the sun, as if they were a small brush, and couldn't help but silently said: Are these eyelashes too foul? I really want to pull it off and stick it on my eyelids!
Su Qingluan was working on the initial overall composition, so he would look up at Mu Xingzhi from time to time, and this scene also fell into the gossipy expressions of the "students" who were copying the still life group nearby.
Of course, these people must not talk small talk to each other, but the facial expressions are so rich that they can be included in the micro-expression activity teaching guide.
Su Qingluan looked at these people winking at each other, and was really afraid that they would accidentally twist their mouths, eyes, or faces, so she coughed lightly and said in a very considerate manner: "You are so curious about the content of my painting. The class will end later. You can come over and take a look - now finish your painting!"
The last half of the sentence added a little more emphasis, and everyone drew their own pictures honestly.
Su Qingluan asked these people to form a circle in front of the still life group to be painted, so that everyone can observe it from a different angle, which will affect the light and composition.
So Su Qingluan is not worried about them copying each other - after all, their perspectives are different, and copying is meaningless.
Seeing that these people had calmed down, Su Qingluan turned her attention to Mu Xingzhi again.
Through the sunlight, Su Qingluan could feel that this man's face was truly unhealthy.
Originally, under the warm light of the sun, a little bit of the red blood in the human body would show through. For example, if a person closes his eyes when the sun is bright and "looks" in the direction of the sun through his eyelids, he will find that the color tone in his field of vision is not completely dark, but a little red.
This is the color of the blood under the eyelids of the sun, captured by the optic nerve.
But this situation did not happen at all on Mu Xingzhi's face - even under the warm sunshine, his face looked like pure white alabaster, with no blood color, even his lips, which should have been the richest in blood. They all have a weak gray color.
If he hadn't seen Mu Xingzhi stand up with very steady steps, Su Qingluan would have thought that the person in front of him was so weak that it took all his strength to even open his eyes.
Su Qingluan finished the sketch and began to trace Mu Xingzhi's facial features. As she was drawing, she frowned and looked at the man's face with a very confused expression, but she lowered her head and started writing again.
But the feeling of confusion on her face did not disappear. Instead, as the graphite pen fell down one by one, the feeling of violation became clearer and clearer.
Probably because he had something to do, Su Qingluan felt that the class passed quickly.
After looking at the still lifes drawn by several students, Su Qingluan chose the ones with relatively regular shapes, such as tea bowls and pen holders, without too complicated patterns and shapes.
Su Qingluan did not want these people to draw still lifes vividly right away. He just wanted them to get used to exploring the perspective relationship between objects. This is the biggest reason why sketches are different from traditional Chinese ink paintings or gongbi paintings. characteristics.
It can be seen that although they did not attend these classes, they did not abandon the importance of contact.
Although things like sketching still depend on talent and artistry to a certain extent, there is no shortage of hard work in laying the foundation.
Everyone can see that from lines to composition to the presentation of light and shadow, there has been a certain degree of progress - of course, only half a month is not enough to make people's jaws drop.
Su Qingluan made simple corrections for everyone. Seeing that everyone couldn't help but glance towards her drawing board out of the corner of their eyes, she sighed, turned around and asked Mu Xingzhi: "Out of respect for the subject of the painting, I think I still need to ask for your opinion - can these people see my painting of you?"
Mu Xingzhi obviously didn't mind, so people immediately surrounded Su Qingluan's drawing board——
"Wow!" exclaimed.
Although Su Qingluan had painted Song Bo last time, it was just to convince everyone, and he was pressed for time, so the painting was rough.
This time, Su Qingluan spent half a day concentrating on composing the sketch and writing. Naturally, he was more focused on refining both the overall picture and the details. You can even feel the sunshine through this sketch.
Several people sighed, but Su Qingluan was not so mad that he asked everyone to submit a 500-word review and let them go out of kindness.
Turning around, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, who was still reading a book motionlessly: "You can move freely now - this painting is given to you, and it turns out that... the subject of the painting is outstanding, and the finished product is also pleasing to the eye."
Hearing this, Mu Xingzhi raised his eyes and smiled: "Although I have never been inferior to myself because of my appearance, this appearance cannot be considered 'outstanding', right?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "It's not about your face, but your bones are very good, but there is one thing that is very strange."
"What's weird?" Mu Xingzhi recalled her confused expression and put down the book in his hand.
"Although your facial features are ordinary, your eyes are the only one that is very beautiful," Su Qingluan said with a smile, "To be honest, I think only your eyes are worthy of your beautiful bones!"
