Entertainment, I am a great artist

Category: Watercolors.

Size: more than one foot.

Requirements for the author: Presidents of associations of art academies in all continents, members of art associations, and practitioners in related industries (identification materials are required).

Contribution: Great Artist official website.

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In order to limit the number of submissions, the organizing committee set up many obstacles.

After all, this is a competition specially held for the patron saint. In other words, the champion has already been determined before the competition begins.

As long as Fang Yi's drawing is not shit, the judges can put gold on it.

Therefore,
The number of submissions must be limited to [-] copies, so as not to find the painting of the patron saint sometimes. If you choose the wrong one, the patron saint will not guard your home, that's okay.

but,

These obstacles are still too simple for those who want to participate.

That's right, as Blue Star's most high-end art selection, great artists are usually high-ranking, and most of the people who can participate are the small group of people standing at the top of the pyramid.

Now, stooping to accept the masses, this is simply the first of its kind.

As long as you get the approval of a great artist, you will become famous all over the world.

Therefore, all famous painters are crazy at this moment, including painters without famous names, and even the parents of some elementary school students are also crazy.

All kinds of strange things that borrow one's identity are also spreading in various circles.

"Hey, third brother, can I borrow your president's certificate? Don't worry, as long as I win the championship, I will give you 1 yuan as a subsidy."

"I'm sorry, I want to participate in the competition myself, but I suggest you go to the teaching office and use the name of the virtual club to participate first."

"Do you have the phone number of the director of teaching?"

"Just remember, 130 chacha chacha chacha chacha chacha."

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"Brother Sun, you are the president of the Guangdong Art Association, can you give my son a certificate?"

"Isn't your son only eight years old?"

"Yeah, just give him a job."

"This... I don't have the official seal now, but let me lend you the work card of our cleaner, he can't draw either."

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In short, at this moment, everyone is showing their magical powers.

There are suddenly many new art clubs in major schools.

The Continental Art Association also has many more art practitioners.

Although the collection time for this watercolor painting was only half an hour, in No. 15 minutes, [-] paintings have been handed in.

Of course, the organizing committee also prepared various tools for the painters on site.

The purpose is to ensure that Fang Yi can compete.

Fang Yi, on the other hand, frowned slightly. He had already won eleven championships. If he won another championship, even he would be a bit disappointed.

Looking at the drawing paper in front of him, he hesitated.

At this moment, the three painters who had just retired from the competition whispered.

"The judges changed the rules because of Fang Yi?"

"Yes, what kind of patron saint is it? Even the two guys who just paid homage to Teacher Fang Yi have become gods of happiness and wealth now."

"Isn't this nonsense? It's okay for the people to be ignorant. As judges, they are so superstitious. It's a joke."

"So, we must not let them do what they want."

"Yes, why don't we..." Several people whispered.

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Fang Yi glanced at the three guys.

These three guys don't look like good people. I don't know what kind of conspiracy they are thinking about. However, if what the other party said is true, it is indeed a bit messy.

Moreover, if it was because of this reason that he won the championship, the system would probably not admit it.

If it wasn't for Chen Jiu's illness, Fang Yi really didn't care if he had to win the championship. Since the other party was in muddy water, then he might as well be a clean stream.

Having figured this out, Fang Yi first bought a watercolor pill from the system.

This is a painting of the hometown of the great artist Huang Youwei. As a watercolor painter, Huang Youwei is good at depicting detailed landscapes with watercolors, especially for big and small alleys.

His paintings are good at details, and he was rated as a new realist poet and painter in China.

After taking the pills, Fang Yi picked up the brush, dipped in the paint, and drew the outline of a courtyard on the drawing paper.

"Hey, Xiao Fang, this time your painting is a little more detailed." Beside, Pan Duoshou came over.

"What? Not used to it?" Fang Yi smiled lightly.

"Tsk tsk, this doesn't look like your style." Pan Duoshou narrowed his eyes and watched Fang Yi paint.

Yes,

Fang Yi's previous paintings, whether they were traditional Chinese paintings or oil paintings, were all open and closed, with a very wild style, but the painting in front of him took the path of small bridges and flowing water.

"Mr. Pan, what do you think are the characteristics of watercolor?"

"Brilliant, bright, and simple." Although Pan Duoshou is a master of Chinese painting, he still expressed his own understanding.

"Yes, these are the characteristics of watercolor, but they are also disadvantages. Many people think that watercolor is the easiest to paint, but in fact, this is only relative. Compared with oil painting, watercolor is difficult to control the smudge of the pigment, and the color matching is easy to be distorted. "

"Well, that's true." Pan Duoshou thought for a while, then couldn't help but nodded.

"Therefore, the control needs to be more meticulous, so that the watercolor painting can truly become a work that competes with traditional Chinese painting and oil painting."

While talking with Pan Duoshou, Fang Yi quickly traced the outline.

The gate of the courtyard, the broken tiles on the roof, the roses in the corner, all the details quickly emerged on the drawing paper.

At this time, Pan Duoshou also saw Fang Yi's creativity.

It turned out to be an alley courtyard in Kyoto.

Pan Duoshou belonged to the generation who grew up in the Kyoto compound. Although today's Kyoto has long since become a metropolis, Fang Yi's painting still brought back his memories.

"Xiao Fang, your painting is exactly the same as the place where I lived when I was a child."

"Mr. Pan, you are forcing yourself into the trap."

"No, no, although my family doesn't have so many morning glories, but it is true in my memory. At that time, in summer, my grandma would bring us siblings to weed the roses at the door."

"Ah."

"My grandma said that the flower language of roses is passionate love, so I have been influenced by roses since I was a child, and I have always been in love, isn't it Meimei?"

"That's right, master." Meimei added next to her.

"You see, although we are almost 60 years apart, our love is so lingering that it reaches the end of the world."

Fang Yi opened his mouth.

Although Pan Duoshou and Meimei are a bit against the morals, he is really not good at commenting, after all, how many years have passed by them.

"Mr. Pan, if you don't paint, you won't have enough time."

"It seems to be, come on, Meimei, be my assistant. I will draw a picture of your mother-in-law when she was young. This time we must surpass Xiaofang."