"What are you doing?"
Old man Wu was pacing at the door of the courtyard impatiently.
Fortunately, a cigar can be smoked for a long time, so he doesn't feel too bored and just treats it like smoking.
"Lao Gu probably wants to give the credit for developing Castiglione's painting style to his grandson. This is really pitiful for parents in the world. Only grandfathers would do this. As for the reason... Is this an opportunity for Xiao Gu to become famous?"
After thinking for a moment, Old Wu thought he had grasped Gu Tongxiang's mental journey.
"Just say it straight away. You are still acting like this in front of me."
He's a little funny and a little bit poignant.
The artists seem to be high-class and high-class, but if you look at them one by one with a magnifying glass, they are actually ordinary people.
Everyone is living very real lives,
This industry is full of shameless scoundrels, but there are also true moral gentlemen.
It has not been uncommon since the Middle Ages for teachers to steal the inspiration and creativity of their apprentices and snatch the precious opportunity to become famous by painting for nobles, lords, or archbishops from their students.
A ruthless person.
Not only did he take away the disciple's opportunity, but he also treated him to death. He treated the student like a slave, pressing him hard to suck blood, and not giving him any chance to get out of the teacher's control.
On the other hand, you can also find masters in the industry who are willing to lie on the ground and let their juniors step on them to become famous.
If you meet the former and become a teacher, it can only be said that you are lucky.
Meeting the latter is a blessing gained over several lifetimes.
And this kind of willingness to give up the glory of the painting techniques and experience you have developed to the younger generations is equivalent to the professor writing a heavyweight paper himself, and the result is that your name will be on it.
usually,
The only answer is that the professor is your biological father.
It’s really not easy to make art here in Myanmar.
The elders have worked hard all their lives and left all the good things to the younger generations, hoping that future generations can use this wind to break out of this chaotic land.
"Lao Gu also worked hard."
When Old Man Wu thought about this section, he gradually became involved in it, and his nose started to feel sore.
It probably took a few minutes.
He saw that Gu Weijing seemed to have finally finished giving pretentious instructions. He even pretended to hold a brush and drew two strokes on the unfinished peony picture.
"Tch, the acting is just like the real thing."
When Old Man Wu saw this, he walked back.
He decided to rely on Lao Gu's hard work. No matter how bad Gu Weijing's painting was, he would not criticize it and go over to support it.
"Lao Gu, you are serious, you really want Sun Chenglong."
Old man Wu is feeling moved by himself.
He sighed: "But can Xiao Gu's level be able to accept this gift from you? Even if he learns painting stroke by stroke at this age, I'm afraid the gap between his level and your level is quite obvious. Even if you impose this limelight on Outsiders may not believe it when it comes to grandson.”
Old man Wu lowered his head, pointed at the table in front of Gu Weijing, and said: "Look at this brush, look at this painting skill, I can reach even half of your level...fuck me!"
He glanced at the peonies smeared with ink on the rice paper written by Gu Weijing, and almost threw out the cigar in his hand.
He saw that the tip of Gu Weijing's pen was light,
The brush was mixed with titanium white, rouge was applied to the tip of the pen, and the side edge of the brush was used to lift and lift. A red petal with a white interior and a pink interior appeared on the paper.
Large petals, small petals, flower heads and receptacles are staggered.
Rich and elegant, simple and noble.
It took almost only a minute or two, after Gu Weijing changed several brushes of different sizes and marked out the pale golden stamens and the thin yellow leaves.
A complete picture of peonies appeared on the paper, and there was not even a slight lag in his movements during the process. The painting was so vivid and fragrant.
"Grandpa Wu, look, is he feeling better?"
Gu Weijing put down his pen and smiled politely at the old neighbor who was speechless.
Old man Wu was still confused beside him.
He stared at the rice paper in front of Gu Weijing for a long time, like a stone statue, until Gu Tongxiang patted him on the shoulder, and then he came back to his senses.
"How is it?"
Gu Tongxiang didn't care that Old Man Wu watched his grandson paint.
There are many empirical things in painting. No teacher can break down the key points in detail and explain them to you from beginning to end.
Just by watching other people draw, you can only learn very limited things.
This is a bit like watching the pilot flying the plane in the YouTube video, but he just pushes the control stick and turns on the switch on the panel step by step.
It seems very simple, but it requires professional study according to the textbook.
Otherwise, even if he is drawing in front of you, you still won’t be able to understand why the artist uses the brush in such a way and why he draws the lines in such a way.
and,
Old man Wu is not a professional painter either.
When a layman looks at it this way, the most essential methods and methods are almost hilarious.
Mr. Gu Tongxiang enjoyed watching Mr. Wu's dumbfounded look.
He was so shocked by his grandson two days ago.
Now it was Gu Weijing who shocked others, but he, the grandfather, had a completely different feeling.
It’s so...so cool!
Old man Wu still didn't speak.
At this time, when he looked at Gu Weijing, he not only felt that he did not recognize this young man, but also looked at an alien.
Just like a big living person, "bang!", it turns into a monster next to you.
"Outrageous... Damn, it's too outrageous..."
His eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he muttered a few words in a low voice.
Old Man Wu's worldview was impacted.
He ignored the habit of not being able to pass through his lungs when smoking a cigar, and took a fierce puff of cigarette, using the surge of nicotine concentration in his blood to calm his mood.
"incredible."
He waited until two long lines of smoke with the smell of burning plants came out of his nose, and then he spoke softly and slowly.
"Lao Gu, you are right. Why should you teach this kind of painting to others..."
Old Man Wu shrugged and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "This is a job that our children and grandchildren can sustain for generations to come. Just pretend that I didn't mention the lecture."
"Awesome, Lao Gu, awesome."
"It's not that I'm awesome, it's that my grandson is promising."
"it's the same."
Old Man Wu shook his head: "If my grandson had Xiao Gu's ability, I would be even happier than if I am awesome."
Gu Tongxiang did not deny it. He put his hands in his hands and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "Brother, please accept it now."
At this time, Old Man Wu no longer even wanted to argue with Gu Tongxiang.
If Lao Gu figured it out, to be honest, driven by vanity, he would be a little jealous.
But now it looks like someone else's grandson Gu Weijing has been groomed... Old man Wu can't even be jealous, only outright envy.
When people reach their age, their biggest wish is to hope that their children and grandchildren will make a difference.
Who told people to have the ability to give birth to grandchildren?
Look at the grandson of the old Gu family, and then look at the children and grandchildren of my own family who spend all day playing TikTok and making bad handwriting.
"This grandson is so up to date!"
Old man Wu rubbed his chin hard with the back of his hand and said with great envy.
"Fortunately, brother, there is no need to praise him so much. Young people tend to be arrogant and complacent. I think there is still a lot of room for improvement for my grandson." Gu Tongxiang said shaking his head.
Old man Wu licked his lips, not even bothering to look at the proud and proud Gu Tongxiang who was still looking disgusting as he pretended to be a strict teacher.
He walked to Gu Weijing's side without thinking about himself, with an extremely kind smile on his face.
"Xiao Gu, uh, I'm a classic... Grandpa Wu must have always been interested in you. I'll give you two paintings specially for Grandpa Wu. I'll take them home and wait to make a fortune from this in the future."
——
Old man Wu who wanted to ask for a painting didn't quite get what he wanted.
Gu Tongxiang believes that his grandson Gu Weijing has not yet officially sold paintings to others, because he is too young after all.
Although the old man felt from the bottom of his heart,
In many aspects, my grandson's painting skills are no longer inferior to mine, but it would be best to ponder for another two years and try to think about it on a bigger stage.
He declined Old Man Wu's request on the grounds that his grandson was busy with studies during the graduation season.
but,
Under the constant pressure of Old Man Wu to cry, make trouble and hang himself, the bean flower sketch painting "Bean Blossoms in Immortal Calyx and Changchun" that grandson Gu Weijing originally imitated was taken away by Old Man Wu.
Gu Tongxiang originally proposed that he would paint a few paintings for Old Man Wu.
However, with Gu Weijing in front of him, especially at such a young age, in the eyes of Old Man Wu, he no longer thinks highly of Old Gu's level.
He's not stupid,
Which one has the most room for appreciation? Old Man Wu knows it even if he thinks about it with his buttocks.
Gu Tongxiang should be like this in his life, and at Gu Weijing's age, it seems that his future is indeed unlimited.
After taking the "Bean Blossom Picture", he walked around the yard several times without giving up.
The peony picture placed on the long table was half painted by Gu Tongxiang and half painted by Gu Weijing. The old man also smacked his lips and took the sheep away without politeness.
Old man Wu thinks too far.
With a stroke of his pen on the spot, he specially wrote at the end of the cut rice paper——
"The beauty of painting is that the meaning is long-lasting. Those who have mastered it come first, and their grandchildren need not be inferior to their ancestors. On the twenty-third of the peach month, by the Yangon River, the warm spring is warm. Gu's son taught him..."
This large line of inscriptions goes like this.
This is used to record the background story of the creation of the peonies in this painting, and the elegant and interesting story of Gu Weijing teaching his grandfather Gu Tongxiang to paint.
Old Man Wu recorded everything that happened today in detail, and also secretly described a few words about how he had the insight to decide to collect this work.
He mentioned hundreds of words, and the page took up more space than the few peonies in the main body next to it.
In Chinese paintings, this line of characters is called "inscription and postscript", which is a document file specially used to record the background story of creation and the identity of the creator and collector in calligraphy and painting artworks.
Many of Su Shi's and Mi Fu's famous calligraphy works that modern people can see are the imitations they originally wrote at the end of traditional Chinese painting silk or paper, and were later individually copied by later calligraphers.
The "Orchid Pavilion Preface" memorized by middle school students also has the same meaning, and Qianlong, the stamp-maniac, mentioned it thousands of times in his life.
With these records.
Gu Weijing will really become famous in the future.
The thing in his hand is inherited in an orderly manner, and will be more valuable when sold in the future.
Old man Wu shamelessly asked Lao Gu to stamp this line with his private seal with the name "Gu Tongxiang" written on it.
"Xiao Gu, work hard and paint hard! When you become a great painter in the future, Grandpa Wu will rely on him to buy a big villa by the sea for retirement!"
Old man Wu warned Gu Weijing, half jokingly, half expectantly.
Then he didn't even want the portable lunch box he brought.
The old man and Gu Tongxiang made an appointment for the next time to play chess, so he carefully held the two paintings and strolled home contentedly, ready to be framed.
By the time Gu Weijing saw Old Wu off, it was already noon.
He had a few bowls of noodle soup in the morning, and now he was quite full, so he skipped lunch and went directly back to his painting room.
He adjusted his mood slightly, and after he calmed down completely, he pulled out the base drawing of "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun" that he had finished drafting yesterday from the scroll.
Considering these two days,
The church renovation construction team must seize the time to install some circuit factories and pipelines, which may be noisy.
After Gu Weijing said goodbye to Sakai Katsuko last night, he put this base painting back in a painting bucket before going home.
He planned to take advantage of the few days of free time during the Farmers' Day holiday to completely complete this work first.
Gu Weijing stretched the canvas on the easel.
Before writing,
Looking at the prototype of the painting on the base map in front of him, he went through the key points of using the brush from beginning to end in his mind.
The skill of sharpening a knife and chopping firewood without missing a beat,
Gu Weijing's simulation was extremely detailed in his mind.
He had actually gone through all the theoretical details of the new body painting thoroughly in his mind.
What he has to do next is to stew sketch, oil painting and Chinese painting together like a chef cooking fresh food - following this recipe.
If successful, the fragrance characteristics can penetrate each other, bring out the flavors of each other, make people feel refreshed, and integrate the Eastern style into the Western style.
It failed, just like my last painting "Good Luck Orphanage Under the Sun", it turned into a dark dish that seemed to make people upset.
And if you want to cook this pot of food well,
In addition to the recipe with knowledge cards, it also tests the chef's skills.
The next part of painting is not like a base map, it just uses the simplest way to roughly express the meaning and spirit.
Every detail is meticulously crafted.
He needs to use the exquisite curves and light and shade effects of the sketch to give the objects in the picture a relatively strong three-dimensional sense of concavity and convexity.
In addition, the jumping and enthusiastic colors of the oil painting are used to perfect the highlights and shadows, enrich the visual focus, and use the principle of color perspective to make the picture real and have a sense of space.
Finally, the ancient and graceful meticulous techniques are used to make the picture far-reaching and full of divine meaning.
The three techniques and ideas are constantly interspersed and mixed with each other, and are refined to the last detail.
"First draw the distant view, then the close-up view, and finally the details of the color layer on the surface of the character."
Gu Weijing thought for a long time and finally felt that he was ready for everything.
Only then did he pick up the brush and start mixing colors, outlining lines, and drawing, covering the base map with finer color details.
As soon as I got started,
Gu Weijing clearly felt the pressure.
He uses the pen very heavily, and as the tip of the pen turns, a large amount of information corresponding to the painting pours out of his mind at all times.
If the amount of information in his mind when he painted Chinese paintings in the past was [1], then the amount of information he needs to process now is [3].
Approximately three times the information density.
It is necessary to pay attention to the difference in contrast and saturation of the pigments in oil painting and Chinese painting. It is also necessary to bridge the difference between Chinese painting and sketching lines, and use the practice ideas of line drawing and sketching to outline the lines.
Even in the line drawing technique invented by Castiglione, the use of oil painting and sketching is not completely the same as the traditional oil painting. Depending on the picture, special fine-tuning is required.
Gu Weijing was drawing, and fine beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead little by little.
He had to concentrate on it so that he could control the brush in his hand to follow the path in his mind and draw it meticulously without making any big mistakes.
"Stay steady, draw carefully, and take your time." He muttered in his mouth.
Pressure is pressure.
Unlike painting flowers and plants, line drawing, which involves tracing and capturing the expressions of characters, is originally the most complicated part of the new body painting technique.
Such a difficult painting method,
It would be a strange thing if he could do it easily.
Castiglione's own painting skills may not be at the pinnacle, but they are compared with a handful of top masters in the world.
Even the relatively weak third-level professional Chinese painting techniques are enough to easily kill him instantly.
Therefore, the pressure of painting was completely within Gu Weijing's expectation.
"This is a good thing." Gu Weijing comforted himself.
No matter how much pressure there is, it is always better than the weird feeling of separation.
Being able to feel pressure is an improvement in itself.
When Gu Weijing originally painted the first painting "Lucky Orphanage in the Sun", he was tortured by the sense of separation from beginning to end and was extremely upset.
I couldn't calm down at all. Even if I wanted to concentrate on painting, it was a bit difficult. I had to rely on my breath to hold on.
Compared with then, He Zhi's situation now is just a little bit better.
Gu Weijing was already very satisfied.
When he first started drawing, he occasionally thought about the second step of the [Serial Mission - Opening Up All Rivers] on the system panel.
after that,
Gu Weijing has forgotten all these things and has nothing else to focus on, only the drawing board and canvas in front of him.
He felt himself painting now.
It was like driving a big mud truck with a heavy steering wheel and rushing downhill towards the target at the bottom of the mountain.
And Gu Weijing was the driver who used all his strength and tried his best to fight against the steering wheel.
He had to be careful and careful again and again in order to control the car on the track it should be on.
While painting, Gu Weijing also discovered something different.
When dealing with the parts related to the two techniques of Chinese painting and sketching, the pen tip will be heavy and sluggish. In many cases, Gu Weijing had to think for several seconds before he had the confidence to write.
But if he were to deal with parts more related to oil painting, he would feel much less pressure, and his thoughts on using the pen and his wrist muscles would feel lighter and more flexible.
He quickly understood that this was probably because his oil painting technique had just broken through to the second level of his profession, and his brush control ability was much higher than the previous two.
(End of chapter)
