Masakazu Tanaka just completed the finishing touches on the main structure of the Shwedagon Pagoda at the last moment of the deadline.
He painted in a hurry.
The time limit of five minutes is indeed very tight, and there is a certain amount of luck involved in being able to complete it.
Seeing his opponent at a loss made Tanaka, who was confident of winning, relax a lot, and even made fewer clerical errors than he had expected.
He glanced at the outline of the drawing paper in front of him one last time. There were only about seven or eight segments of pen outlines stuck together, and the overall structural deformation and distortion were not serious.
At least, it's not bad in the ordinary sense.
It's the kind of thing that if you show it to people who have never studied painting before, you can still get exclamations and applause.
"At least it's okay to win against the Yangon natives."
Tanaka Masakazu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers and raised his head confidently.
His pupils twitched sharply.
Tanaka couldn't see Gu Weijing's drawing board because it was surrounded by people on both sides.
After he painted by himself, he could still hear people talking at first, but soon the chatter quieted down, and the air quickly became calm.
Tanaka Masakazu thought that the masters had lost interest in watching because the other party had no idea how to write, but now...these people didn't act like they had lost interest at all.
Everyone just watched in silence.
A strange atmosphere echoed in the air, so weird, as if a white elephant suddenly appeared in the crowd.
"Who do you think draws better?"
Finally, a forty-year-old professor from Qingmei spoke and asked in a deep voice.
"Actually, he is on par with me?"
Tanaka Masakazu felt a little nervous.
"Judging from the lines and brushstrokes...he is probably a little bit worse."
Someone responded quietly.
"Well, yes, this guy is still a little off. Look, here. His lines and texture are obviously smoother than Gu Weijing's. Especially the round spire. Although the curves are considered rounded, one It was drawn directly with one stroke, and the left and right strokes were divided into two halves for copying. There is still a gap in the confidence in how to use the pen."
"That's the truth." There was a burst of approval from the crowd.
He was clearly talking about Gu Weijing's shortcomings, but Tian Zhong's heart was rapidly falling towards the bottomless abyss.
Because the speaker is no one else.
It was that young local painter from Yangon. Masakazu Tanaka still remembered his name, Gu Tongxiang, Gu Weijing's biological grandfather.
The old guy's face was filled with pride and excitement, but he had no intention of his grandson losing the game.
"That's not bad. How old is he this year?"
someone asked.
"Seventeen years old, and there are still more than seven months until I turn eighteen."
"At this age, she is a little younger than Katsuko, and has not yet gone to college."
Tanaka Masakazu's throat felt a little itchy. He stood on his toes and squeezed past Gu Tongxiang, who was bragging about his grandson to others, and squeezed towards the drawing board in front of Gu Weijing.
He wanted to see if this guy could really draw flowers?
Gu Tongxiang didn't care at all.
He just glanced at this guy named Tanaka Masakazu with a happy and pitiful look, and got out of the way with the magnanimity of a winner.
"Lost."
"I lost."
"impossible……"
If Honda Masakazu originally wanted to defend his paintings - the first moment he saw Gu Weijing's drawing paper, he swallowed all the excuses he had thought of.
Lost without any suspense.
There's not even room for quibbles.
A large tower had already been formed on that piece of drawing paper, and the precise outline drawings of three small towers reminded him of only one name, Sakai Katsuko.
Tanaka Masakazu opened his mouth and looked at Gu Weijing aside in disbelief.
He was used to being crushed by Katsuko Sakai in various competitions.
But now, there is another person who brings me the same feeling.
The other person is from Yangon, an art desert in his impression.
"well……"
It was rare that none of the old painters around who used to be mean-spirited mocked Masakazu Tanaka.
Most of them have been struggling on their artistic journey for a long time.
A master was never an artist from the beginning, and the painting life of these old painters was certainly not all smooth sailing.
They knew the inferiority complex and frustration of being defeated by a genius, so they felt somewhat sympathetic to Masakazu Tanaka at this time.
However, Tanaka Masakazu's matter is no longer the focus.
"Boy, your name is Gu Weijing. I will remember you."
Mr. Cao nodded towards Gu Weijing, with a kind smile on his face like an old artist seeing a mature junior.
"Lao Gu, is your grandson interested in coming to CAFA to study in college? I can take care of him in the studio. He is a good prospect."
Lin Tao's performance was much more straightforward.
"this……"
"Are you going to accept students?"
There was a burst of discussion in the crowd.
The profession of painter is very particular about genre.
Not only are students trying their best to become famous teachers, but famous teachers are also very eager for students who can inherit their legacy, even more so.
Lin Tao glanced at the colleagues around him and couldn't help but snorted in his heart. Despite the surprised expressions of these people, he knew that many of these people had the same thoughts as him.
It is true that good teachers are hard to find, but good students may be abducted by other old guys after passing this village.
Many departments in the Academy of Fine Arts have a studio system instead of a class system. The mural copying class and still life portrait class he takes every year are both large courses, and there are many students in the whole school including the world.
Perhaps because of Lin Tao's fancy, there are only seven students recruited into his studio now.
Central Academy of Fine Arts is the most famous academy of fine arts in Eastern Xia. As a disciple of Mr. Cao, Lin Tao is one of the academy’s biggest draws.
Whether in Dongxia, Asia or internationally, Lin Tao has very good connections.
Being a member of Lin Tao's studio almost guarantees your future.
Even if you don't want to go too far on the road of art, you can almost get a starting annual salary of around 100,000 yuan by doing art covers for famous international weekly magazines, or designing game original paintings for companies like Activision and Sony. Dollar.
"Lao Gu, he doesn't have another teacher now, does he?"
Lin Tao seemed to have thought of something and asked hurriedly.
"I don't have a formal teacher. I just attend an art class at a local international school. Of course, he has been learning painting from me since he was a child."
伱?
Lin Tao glanced at Gu Tongxiang. He probably knew this local painter before coming to Yangon.
No name.
To be honest, he felt that such a painter was not worthy of such a good student.
Lin Tao felt that such a rough jade would be a complete waste of money in the hands of Gu Tongxiang, who was still unknown at this age.
"Mr. Gu, do you have any objection?"
But he still asked out of politeness.
My grandson is in the limelight, but I, as a grandfather, also have a face.
"Mr. Gu."
This is a title only given to artists. The old man who was unknowingly upgraded from Old Gu to Old Gu hurriedly ran up happily, preparing to strike while the iron was hot and finalize the matter.
A painter speaks through his paintings, and his face is painted stroke by stroke by himself.
Lin Tao originally didn't know Gu Weijing at all, but now he sees how this kid looks and how he likes him.
The Sakai siblings are the children of Professor Kazunari Sakai. Even if other painters are itchy and unbearable, they can only look at it, not abdicate it.
But this time when I came to a place like Yangon, it was really a surprise to receive a student.
