Only two drawing boards were taken.
After some discussion, since the time limit was only five minutes, the Sakai siblings were asked to draw first, followed by Gu Weijing and Tanaka Masakazu.
In fact, not many people in the field really cared about the competition in the latter group, but everyone was very interested in rising stars like the Sakai sisters who had already made a name for themselves in the industry before attending a professional art college.
"Katsuko, Tsunasho, come on!"
Professor Kazunari Sakai in the crowd waved his fist.
Gu Weijing's eyes fell on this middle-aged uncle.
If it weren't for Mr. Cao's unexpected willingness to come out, the host of the [Master Project] this time would be this fat uncle who looks like a ball.
The most intuitive impression of the uncle is that he is fat. He is wearing a beige windbreaker and is chubby like a penguin.
Uncle Kazunari Sakai's facial features are not bad at all, and he was also an idol painter when he was young.
This is according to a reporter from RB Local Art Magazine who has learned about it.
When the famous painter Kazunari Sakai was studying at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Spain, his classmates would even call this handsome young man with a hint of melancholy and deep brows as "Byron from the East."
Like many artists who gradually let themselves go after becoming famous - Uncle Sakai, who prematurely completed the two important life goals of "winning an award at an art exhibition" and "becoming a beautiful junior girl in school", has completely failed to manage his figure. Lying flat.
At least Gu Weijing really can't see how this fat man, whose waistline is almost as tall as his height, is anything like a Byron.
Sakai Katsuko has already walked to the drawing board and started making preparations.
Tsunamasa Sakai was still dawdling in place. He really didn't want to collaborate on drawing in this situation. Unfortunately, he couldn't resist the stern eyes of his father and sister, and finally moved to the drawing board step by step.
"Okay, let's begin."
Mr. Cao nodded and looked at the two people present with interest.
Sakai Tsunamasa immediately picked up the brush. The lines were very standard, with medium spacing, and overall it was smooth.
Judging by the standards of this age, it’s hard to go wrong.
After all, they are the children of Professor Sakai. They grew up under the guidance of such a master artist. Although they are not yet adults, it is strange that they are not good at painting.
What really made Mr. Cao Xuan secretly approve was Sakai Katsuko on the other side.
As soon as the girl came to the drawing board, she moved her wrist, took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped her hands carefully.
Even though the timer had started, she did not disrupt her rhythm.
After carefully spending more than ten seconds to ensure that his fingers were absolutely dry and clean, he picked up the brush.
In the process of painting, in addition to the flexibility of the wrist, dryness of the fingers is also a factor that many reckless painters ignore.
Keep your fingers dry and clean to prevent dust on your fingers or unnoticed stains from smearing the white screen.
Secondly, sweat on the hands will also affect the stability of holding the pen to a certain extent, which may cause unnecessary rotation of the pen tip when holding the pen with force.
It's a small detail, but not a big deal if it's not wiped.
If you give a real artist a charcoal stick, he can still draw amazing works.
A waste without talent and hard work will still be a waste even if given to a top art studio.
But in such an important occasion where everyone is watching, one can still remember such small details as wiping hands.
"Very general-like."
Mr. Cao nodded with satisfaction.
The rhetoric of "once in a century" is just a rhetoric pursued by the media. In his eyes, those awards for children's paintings are no different than a martial arts master watching children play in mud.
But this mature and confident mentality is what really makes Mr. Cao happy.
Talent or something...
Oh, among the painters he sees every day, who is not talented and gifted?
This is really nothing. Zhongyong has been hurt too much in the painter industry.
When Mr. Cao was in his teens and twenties, there were many talented painters as famous as him in the Eastern Xia calligraphy and painting circles, but now he is the only one who has truly reached this point.
Even the names of most of the others have long been forgotten by the painting community.
Talent and hard work are just the bottom line for becoming a successful painter.
Mentality, opportunities, noble people, patience, the environment... these things are indispensable.
Calligraphy and painting critics in the art world are very vicious. Before your work is recognized by the market, there will definitely be people who will criticize you and slander you.
No matter how good your paintings are, people don't have to like them. In history, there are many regrettable young painters who should have achieved something but were directly scolded. There are even some who jumped from the building and hanged themselves.
In the opinion of the little old man, it is really rare for a teenage girl to have such a strong mentality.
Gu Weijing secretly compared himself with the Sakai siblings who were painting.
His wrists were swollen this week when he was drawing sketches or hard-line drawings.
Judging from his ever-increasing vision after being trained by Menzel, I underestimated Tsunamasa Sakai a little.
Tsunamasa Sakai does have the ability to pretend to be a master.
According to the standards of the system panel, the opponent is probably at level lv.3, with a proficiency level of between 300 and 500.
There is no way to estimate it accurately in painting.
He judged that the opponent's sketching foundation should not be as good as his current one, but much better than his before getting the panel.
As for Sakai Katsuko...it's a bit scary.
The smoothness of the brush strokes, the flexibility of the wrist, and the precision of the lines make him look like a very professional old painter.
If you only look at the work on the wrist and paper.
Gu Weijing could not imagine that the other party was an underage girl like himself.
"This sketching technique may have reached level 4, right?"
Gu Weijing was somewhat impressed. His improvement in painting in the past week was more than just a year of hard work in the past.
He is still more than a hundred points away from level 4 in proficiency and experience points, and he doesn't have the help of a teacher as powerful as the system panel.
"Be there in five minutes."
The Myanmar official who was keeping time signaled.
No matter how strong Sakai Katsuko is, compared with painters like Mr. Cao's disciple Lin Tao who can truly be called a master artist, the gap is still very obvious.
This time no one stopped painting in advance, and it was not until the last second that time passed that the two of them put down their pens at the same time.
Everyone gathered in front of the drawing board.
Master Lin Tao's qualification criteria are very clear. If you can draw the outline of the main structure of the Shwedagon Pagoda with a pen within five minutes without any obvious deformation, you will basically pass the test.
Judging from this standard, both men are undoubtedly qualified, and both are more than qualified. Sakai Tsunamasa also drew the superstructure of a sub-tower.
As for Sakai Katsuko, although it took her nearly twice as long as Lin Tao, her painting was already very close to Lin Tao's finished painting.
On her paper - one big tower and three small towers have already completed the outline drawing and positioning, what is missing is the most labor-intensive sunlight shadow.
In the work that Lin Tao just showed to the public, in addition to the three towers, there is also a projection of the tower on the ground laid out with fine gray-toned cross strokes.
This is where Kungfu and brushstrokes are most tested, and Sakai Katsuko has no time to paint.
"The master is the master, much better than me."
Sakai Katsuko bowed to Lin Tao with admiration.
"I am far behind you at your age. You are indeed amazing. You deserve to be the number one among the younger generation. Tsunamasa is not bad either. Professor Sakai, your good luck is really enviable."
Lin Tao stared at the painting taken off the drawing board, then turned to look at Kazunari Sakai aside, with genuine envy in his tone.
At this age, his achievements have almost been finalized, and what he likes most are young people with unlimited possibilities.
"The painting is really good. It deserves more applause than an old guy like me. Every time I see such a talented young painter, it makes me feel really old."
Lin Tao took the lead in clapping his hands, and there was another burst of applause from all around.
Kazunari Sakai in the crowd happily patted his belly. The fat on his belly was shaking. Amid the congratulations of the surrounding painters, he looked like a fat man weighing two hundred pounds.
At this time, almost everyone was looking at the match below, but they heard Katsuko Sakai, who had just bowed to Lin Tao, turn to look at Gu Weijing.
"Mr. Gu, come on, I hope you can defeat me."
There was a faint fighting spirit in her voice, like a warrior waiting for a duel.
