He came to the university campus in the summer and walked along the bamboo forest that he and Chen Anni had walked through countless times to the studio where the two had painted together.
The professor is still in high spirits, but the students in the classroom all have younger faces, full of energy and ideals.
"You're recovering well. I heard what your classmates said." When Professor Zhang Yang spoke, his voice was still the same as many years ago.
"It's okay. It's been okay for a long time. I just encountered a little problem and wanted to ask the teacher."
Ding Jiajun truthfully told Zhang Yang the setbacks he had encountered since recovering from his injury. Zhang Yang was silent for a long time, "Deadly?"
Ding Jiajun nodded.
The two sat on the stone steps in front of the teaching building, watching the young students running on the track in the distance and walking side by side under the camphor tree.
"What do you think the problem is?"
Zhang Yang asked.
"I just don't know what the problem is, I think what I'm seeing is actually more colorful than before."
"I know some artists who have similar problems, and the fact is that everything about art is not here, not here, not here."
Zhang Yang stretched out his hand, pointed at his eyes and put his hand on his chest.
Finally he said, "Here."
"brain?"
"So there's something wrong with my brain?"
"You said you see colors more vividly than before?"
Zhang Yang asked.
"Yes, the reds are still the same reds, but in my opinion they are redder, and the greens are more vivid, and I think the city is very saturated, so in order to make my paintings more balanced, I deliberately color them I pulled out some of the colors and I thought they were balanced, but the result was not ideal."
Zhang Yang had never encountered such a situation, so he asked Ding Jiajun for some recent works.
The two walked back to the teaching building one after another. After avoiding the sun, Zhang Yang saw the problem in Ding Jiajun's painting more clearly.
"All the colors are gray."
"how come?"
Ding Jiajun took the phone and looked at it again.
"It's obviously a very bright color, but I think it's too dazzling and should be toned down a bit."
Zhang Yang looked at Ding Jiajun distressedly, "Many artists will change their painting styles due to vision problems. Seven, don't be too depressed."
"I'm not depressed." Ding Jiajun hurriedly explained.
Previous clients only said it was inappropriate and the picture was lifeless, but no one said what Zhang Yang said just now.
"Seven, think about Monet. Because he painted in ultraviolet light for many years, Monet's habit of persisting in brilliance eventually led to his near-blindness in his later years.
It's like I'm drawing with my eyes closed. With such eye disease, even Monet could only label all the colors. When he picked up the paint and asked his assistant what color it was, he then used the assistant's answer to paint. He used the memory of colors and the painting skills he had developed over the years. The sense of touch still creates wonderful work. "
"Teacher, Monet is different from me. He gradually became blurry and turbid. His left eye and right eye saw different colors, and his sensitivity to light became worse and worse. His later works became darker and the tones were harmonious. The brightness is turbid and dark, and there is an obvious weakening of contrast.
Monet himself admitted, 'My sensitivity to color is not as strong as it once was. In my eyes, reds have become cloudy, pinks have become very dull, and I can no longer feel some dull colors at all'. Therefore, if you look at his paintings in his old age, you will find that the shapes he described are also vague, but of course they are still wonderful works. "
"So, what I want to tell you is that for artists, color will change with life. If it changes, you can also find new worlds to explore, adapt, and create things we have never seen before. work."
Zhang Yang tried to encourage Ding Jiajun, embracing the kindness of the teacher and cherishing the students.
"But teacher, I'm different. With all due respect, what you said is different from mine. The colors I see are actually more vivid. It's hard for me to describe it to you. It's like a short-sighted person suddenly puts on contact lenses. , or increase the contrast of a painting, and then increase the saturation. In short, yellow is as bright as the explosion of the sun in my eyes. Sometimes I can’t open my eyes. Blue is the purest sky. I’m not like Monet. Later, I could no longer see purple and blue. I could see all colors, and the world was more vivid. Sometimes I wanted to cover up this vividness with a huge piece of cloth. I thought it was a bit brighter."
"What's there?" Zhang Yang is very patient, and he is very patient with outstanding students or students who are slightly less talented.
This is why Ding Jiajun immediately thought of coming to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang always listens carefully to students' difficulties and strives to answer students' confusions. He is wise and knowledgeable and can always give people confidence and courage.
"Some of them overwhelm me. I think the bright colors are too unreal, so I always think about lowering some of the vivid colors to make them look closer to the real world in my memory."
Zhang Yang tactfully suggested that Ding Jiajun go to the hospital for some visual examinations, or go to the neurological department for examination.
When leaving school, Ding Jiajun wanted to go to the gallery. There were entries from previous students on the second floor of the gallery. Ding Jiajun just wanted to see his college works. Although he knew that Chen Anni's works would also be exhibited on the second floor, Ding Jiajun did not Didn't think that much.
The structure of the gallery on the second floor is very simple. On the top of the white exhibition hall are two long oval light-transmitting holes. The light crosses and converges on the sculpture in the middle. That sculpture was completed by Ding Jiajun and Liu Zhi together.
Ding Jiajun felt that the color of the sculpture was a bit too bright. It was obviously the original copper color, but after being stored for a long time, it would naturally turn red. But now, the cylindrical sculpture in front of Ding Jiajun looks like a bright red fire hydrant.
"Oh my god, how could this happen? The lighting has not changed. It should be dark copper."
Ding Jiajun's mood suddenly became dull, and he felt a tingling sensation in his chest several times.
At this time, a figure was wandering in the darkness, humming an old song, his voice was like a ghost, and he walked into the oval light group like a ghost.
Autumn would be great if you were still here
Even if the autumn wind brings coolness, it is still beautiful
You in late autumn fill my dreams
Like fallen leaves flying, tapping on my window
"seven."
The singer gradually walked from the shadows into the light. Ding Jiajun calmed down and saw his face clearly.
The face was extremely sad, yet extremely bright.
"When we were working on this sculpture together day and night, Anne still had a chance to choose."
"Ah, hasn't she already chosen you?"
"I?"
The singer's name is Liu Zhi, and his English name is as random as Ding Jiajun. Ding Jiajun's English name is seven, and Liu Zhi's English name is six.
The two laughed at each other's English names on the day they were freshmen, and then became close friends as classmates.
It's all too common for brothers to fall in love with the same girl.
