Douluo painter

Chapter 29 On Painting
"Uncle Luo, I finished the drawing!"

Mo Hui turned to Mi Qiluo happily while taking back the brush.

"Well, let me take a look then."

Mi Qiluo walked slowly to the side of Mo Hui's painting.

A vibrant emerald green first caught Michiro's eyes, which is the grassland in the painting.

Then it seemed that there was another faint fragrance of flowers, which was the flowers in the painting.

In the end, there seemed to be a little bit of starlight beside Mickey Luo's eyes, which was the pollen shaken off by the lightly dancing wings of a butterfly.

The whole painting is simple but still dynamic and meaningful, and the monotonous colors are full of vitality.

Seeing this painting, Mi Qiluo felt very relieved that Mo Hui had really grown up.

So he observed the painting carefully again, and found that the objects on it were almost as delicate as the patterns on every butterfly, the stems of every grass, and even the pistils on every flower.

This kind of painting with both craftsmanship and close to perfection made Mi Qiluo couldn't help but want to praise the ink painting.

But he only reduced a thousand words into two words.

"very good!"

After hearing this, Mo Hui let go of the anxiety in his heart, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Although it was only two short words, Mo Hui knew that this was Michiro's affirmation and appreciation for him.

"Xiaomo, I have a question for you."

At this moment Michelle said suddenly.

"No problem, Uncle Luo, you can ask whatever you want."

Mo Hui is now happy to answer Mickey Luo's question.

"What are you painting for?"

Mi Qiluo asked Mo Hui a very profound but simple question calmly.

"for what?"

Mo Hui was a little confused for a moment.

He didn't understand why Mickeyro would ask him such a question.

But Mo Hui still answered Mi Qiluo in the same way.

"I paint just because I like to paint."

"Is that all?"

Michelle asked again.

"Well, that's all."

Mo Hui said.

"Then why do you like drawing?"

Michelle asked.

"Like is like, no need for reason"

Ink painting simply likes to draw, and likes the sense of acquisition of keeping objects on one's own drawing paper and canvas.

"Hahaha, good one doesn't need a reason."

Michelle laughed loudly after hearing this.

"Then let me ask you another way, what do you think painting has brought you?"

Michelle asked.

"What did it bring, I feel that in addition to bringing me a sense of joy and relaxation, it also brought me a sense of gain."

Mo Hui said after thinking about it.

"A sense of gain? Then what do you think you have gained?"

Michelle asked.

"Acquired what I drew."

Mo Hui looked at his painting just now and said.

"Uncle Luo, have you ever felt this way? Whenever I finish a painting, I feel that I have obtained what is in the painting."

"There are many good things in this world. They may be just for a moment, or they may be for a long time, but they will not be permanent."

"I paint because I want to keep all the good things I have encountered in the paintings, so that I will feel that those good things will always exist in my paintings and be owned by me forever."

Mo Hui said with an innocent smile.

"Do you want to keep the beauty?"

Michelle said in a low voice.

Then he looked at Mo Hui's painting again, and the doubts in his heart seemed to be resolved.

He understood why Mo Hui's paintings showed that kind of connotation.

Mohui's paintings are beautiful and comfortable, making people feel like they are in a dream.

But it is extremely real, it is not illusory, but the beauty right in front of you.

What painting pays attention to is to have both form and spirit. In ink painting, in terms of "shape", learning can be said to be a matter of course.

In the past two years, his "shape" has been shaped perfectly.

But Mi Qiluo has not seen the "God" of Mo Hui's painting for a long time.

This made him very anxious, because a painter who only knows "shape" is not a real painter unless he can achieve the ultimate in "shape".

Although ink painting has been able to shape the "shape" almost perfectly, it is still not enough, and there is still a long way to go to achieve the ultimate state.

That's why he was worried about Mo Hui.

But now it seems that his worries are superfluous, Mo Hui already has his own "god".

That is the most primitive pursuit of beauty and love of beauty.

It's just that he never noticed it before.

The "god" of ink painting is in the painting, in the beautiful things he painted.

Mi Qiluo thinks that ink painting can have its own style is a good thing.

This shows that ink painting has its own purpose in painting, and it also has its own views on painting. This kind of thinking is much more important than learning painting skills.

After all, no matter how much you learn, it belongs to others, and this kind of thinking and thinking is your own.

"Uncle Luo, do you have any questions?"

Seeing that Michiro was still staring at his painting, Mo Hui asked.

"No, not anymore." Michelle replied briefly.

"Okay, it's getting late, we should go back." Mi Qiluo then said to Mo Hui.

"Oh."

It was only then that Mo Hui realized that the sun was almost setting. It seemed that he had spent a lot of time painting, but he was too involved to ignore it.

Later, on the way back, Michiro told Mo Hui about the history of human painting with great interest.

"Little Mo, do you know when painting first originated?" Mickey Luo asked.

"I do not know about this."

Although Mo Hui doesn't know the history of painting in this world, he knows the history of painting in his previous world, because it was taught in history class and the exam is required.

"Then let me tell you something." Michelle said.

Then he began to popularize the painting development process of Douluo Continent for ink painting.

"It is said that millions of years ago, human beings were still very weak on this continent. In order to avoid dangerous spirit beasts, human beings used stones on rock walls or drew the appearance of spirit beasts on the ground with their hands. This is used to teach future generations what abilities those soul beasts have and how to avoid them. This resulted in the earliest painting in human history."

Michiro paused for a while and then continued, "Afterwards, as humans became stronger and stronger, humans began to conquer this continent. Humans no longer have to worry about survival. Painting has gradually become a form of entertainment, and people use it for entertainment."

"After that, the development of painting became more and more perfect, and different schools and styles of painting appeared. Up to now, it has become a situation where a hundred schools of thought contend."

Speaking of which, Mitchell paused for a moment.

"And I'm considered the top representative of religious paintings." Michiro said proudly.

"Forehead……"

Mo Hui could also see that Mickey Luo was showing off, but he still had to boast.

"Uncle Luo is really amazing. I want to follow your example and strive to become an independent master as soon as possible."

"Hahaha, you are still far behind, just learn from me honestly." Mickey Luo laughed.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Luo is right." Mo Hui agreed.

(End of this chapter)