Superstars start from variety shows

Chapter 98

"Xun, let's go to the ground first and take a look?"

"Okay."

"This land was used to grow rapeseed, and now it's all grass."

"There is also that one, which used to be mustard greens, but we harvested it and made it into dried plum vegetables. By the way, I can add a mustard greens for you at night."

"Okay."

"There are fish ponds over there. And there are rice fields over there."

"..."

He Jiong and Huang Lei took Zhou Xun to visit the fields, even ignoring the two guests Zhu Yawen and Huang Su.

"Qiao Yi, Mr. Huang and Mr. He don't care about us anymore, just show us around." Zhu Yawen's character was a little bold, probably part of it was brought by filming.

So Qiao Yi accompanied the two guests to visit the mushroom house.

After a while, Huang Lei and the others also came back from the field.

"You three, why don't you take a break first? There's nothing to do now, and it's hot today. I'm sleepy too." Sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea and chatting, Huang Lei yawned
It was only a little over one o'clock, the sun was just right, and it really made people sleepy.

"Sister, why don't you go in and sleep for a while?" After everyone else went back to the house, Qiao Yi usually didn't take a nap very much, watching Zhang Zifeng keep peeking into the house.

"Sister Xun is taking a nap." Zhang Zifeng whispered.

"What's the matter? She sleeps with hers, you sleep with yours." Qiao Yi drew the sub-camera casually, glanced at Zhang Zifeng, and continued to draw.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Zhang Zifeng played with his fingers, pouted with embarrassment.

"Hey, you're not afraid of sister Xun, are you?" Qiao Yi asked with a smile when he saw that Zhang Zifeng was acting like a baby.

"Well."

"Sister Xun, what's there to be afraid of? Didn't she greet you just now? She was very gentle? It's okay. Why don't you wait for Sister Xun to fall asleep before you go in quietly?"

Qiao Yi put down his pen, feeling a little funny that Zhang Zifeng was afraid of Zhou Xun.

"Brother, why don't you teach me how to draw? I'm just learning." Zhang Zifeng shook his head, looking at a sub-shot that Qiao Yi had drawn, he seemed to suddenly feel relieved.

Qiao Yi looked at Zhang Zifeng for three seconds, then handed her a piece of paper helplessly, and put the pen on the paper again: "That's fine. You draw something casually first, and let me see how your basic skills are?"

Zhang Zifeng wanted to say that she had a notebook and a pen, but when she thought of Zhou Xun in the house, she took the pen and paper: "I always draw with pencils, and I have never used a pen before."

"It's all the same. Sketching and drawing are both line art."

After a while, Qiao Yi went up to get a spare pen, wanting to take a look at what Zhang Zifeng drew, but she couldn't help it, so she sat there and "conceived" the shot.

When he conceived several sub-shots, Zhang Zifeng gently put a piece of drawn paper under his eyelids.

"Heh, is this a picture of me? I'm pretty handsome."

Qiao Yi took it over and took a look, only to see that what he drew on the paper was exactly how he conceived the scene. Although the drawing skills were still immature, he could still see the image of the quiet and handsome man on the paper.

Received the praise, Zhang Zifeng smiled happily.

"The styling is very spiritual and doesn't follow the rules. The lines are a bit messy and I don't look very energetic. I need to practice this. But it's not a problem. After all, the lines serve the work. It's good." Qiao Yi is a little bit different. He was not perfunctory and commented on Zhang Zifeng's works very professionally.

"The teacher said that you need to practice your lines well, but I just feel that the lines I drew seem to have no strength and are soft." Zhang Zifeng took what he drew, compared it with Qiao Yi's, and said seriously own problems.

"You can only practice more. Practice repeatedly, especially sketching, length, thickness, straight line, curve point line, each of which has to be practiced repeatedly. When painting, use these lines as tools, and then integrate your understanding of modeling. .”

Although Qiao Yi didn't major in painting from elementary school to high school and college, he never fell behind. It belongs to boyhood.

So I instructed Zhang Zifeng how to practice drawing lines: "You do this, first use four lines to draw a square about three centimeters, don't pursue 100% connection between the ends of the lines, it is best to cross them. Then in such a square Inside, draw different lines. For example, if you arrange diagonal lines, then arrange them into lines with equal distances, and control the lines not to leave this square..."

After Zhang Zifeng understood it, he followed Qiao Yi's lead, drawing a square first, and then filling it with lines.

Soon, Zhang Zifeng seemed to be obsessed with the lines, practiced the matrix lines of small squares, and drew a whole sheet of paper in a short while.

"That's right, that's it." Qiao Yi praised after reading it.

"Then will the things drawn in this way look ingenious?" Zhang Zifeng thought for a while.

"Craftsmanship?"

This is a very interesting question. After thinking about it, Qiao Yi finished drawing a single shot in a shot with the pen tip on the paper, then raised his head and said: "In the circle of art, craftsmanship is indeed not recognized. But craftsmanship This kind of thing is originally a word created by artists or art critics in order to improve their status."

Zhang Zifeng seemed to understand.

Nodding, shaking his head again.

"Artists always hope that their works will be more aura and unique, so they will avoid these in every detail. But this kind of behavior, isn't it a kind of ingenuity? The focus is on the whole, and It’s not the part, it’s the spirit inside.”

"Basic skills are very important. From ancient times to the present, every great artist is not born out of nowhere. For example, among the great calligraphers and painters in our history, which one didn't practice calligraphy and painting when they were young? And those Western artists Let’s just talk about Leonardo da Vinci who painted eggs, but his basic skills can be seen from the casual writing in his notebooks. So, without years of hard work, a true artist cannot be produced.”

"But, I saw on the Internet that the paintings painted by foreign children were sold for sky-high prices. Although I looked at them, I didn't quite understand what they were." Zhang Zifeng tilted his head and thought about it, raised doubts, and then continued Laughed.

"Haha. We don't need to pay attention to this. Art is not about whether you understand it or not. Speaking of which, do you know why the center of modern Western art is in New York, USA?" Qiao Yi smiled sarcastically and asked again Zhang Zifeng.

"do not know."

"Before World War II, the center of Western art was in Europe, to be precise in Paris, France. But after World War II, on the one hand, France was hit hard, and on the other hand, while the United States was developing its economy, it attracted a large number of artists. Then, The most important thing is that there are many famous art critics in the United States!"

Speaking of this, Qiao Yi couldn't help feeling a little emotional: "Art is not for most people to appreciate directly, so the words of those critics have become commentary on art. Whoever is more famous has better commentary, that depends on his opinion." The art works under the explanation have the highest popularity."

"Is this hype?" Zhang Zifeng thought of a word.

"Well. It is undeniable that most works of art can still withstand those comments. But there will still be some things that are actually the product of critics' compromises in the market. Speaking of which, artists in the past were actually more like They are celebrities. For example, Su Shi and Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty were national idols at that time. Even the emperor's mother and wife were his biggest fans."

"Well, I know him, but he writes a lot of words and articles, and it's very difficult to memorize." Zhang Zifeng said the complaints of most of the students, and shrank his head in embarrassment after speaking, afraid that her brother would hit him. she.

"So, you only know that he wrote a lot of words, but you don't know that he is actually a theorist, political theorist and historical commentator, annotating such classics as "The Analects of Confucius" and "Book of Changes". Without a deep accumulation, it is impossible for him to write If you publish those famous articles and poems through the ages, you won’t be able to become a national idol.”

"Uh, how did you get to this point?"

Qiao Yi smiled helplessly, feeling that he was starting to shoot maps, so he took back the topic: "Let's talk about the practice of lines. You know, for drawing, the pen is not a tool, but the lines are. Only after learning the lines can we learn how to draw." Use it to style it however you want."

"Ah."

Zhang Zifeng didn't know how much he understood. He nodded, picked up a piece of paper, and continued to draw lines silently.

As for Qiao Yi, he didn't seem to be in the mood to draw sub-shots, so he went back to the room and took out his notebook, and continued to finish the unfinished script.

　Special thanks to Bing 39L, Wang Wang [-], and Gu Ai as the Big Devil for their rewards! ! !I heard that some people’s vacation lasts for four months. Well, I wish them a happy summer vacation! !
　　
　
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