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Chapter 253 What are Painters and Masters?

Even if the teacher knew, even if he could see it, he would not say it so frankly to his students.

Only someone like Yu Yimiao, who worships a master all by himself, can speak without hesitation and hit the nail on the head.

"If you paint like this, it will be too standard and dogmatic, which means you will lose your own personality. But when I pick up the brush and casually swipe on the paper, it seems that there is no standard, but it carries my personal will and can give the painting a charm."

Brother Yu, who was not familiar with this subject, nodded slightly after listening to it.

His father was a senior official in the Ministry of Education, and he was definitely not an outsider in calligraphy and painting. He could tell at a glance whether Wang Gensheng was trying to fool his sister with these words.

Knowing that Wang Gensheng's words had pointed out the problems in Miaomiao's painting, Brother Yu sighed softly as he saw his sister lowering her head in shame.

Even though they are drawing on a blank piece of paper, some people spend half their lives drawing and still end up with a dead object, while others can just casually raise a few strokes and it looks like a painting.

The paintings are very vivid and popular. This is the difference between a painter and a master!

Turning around to look at Wang Gensheng, he is also very young and is worthy of being Master Xu's last disciple.

The portrait made by this artist already has charm. I wonder what kind of charm it will have when Master Xu paints it?

The more he thought about it, the more Brother Yu decided that when he got home in the evening, he would take the painting of herding horses that his father had brought home and appreciate it.

"You've gotten stuck in a dead end. Even if I pointed out the crux of the problem in one sentence, you may not be able to get out of it. You still have to figure it out on your own. If you figure it out, then you'll get out of it. If you don't, no matter how much I tell you, it will still be useless."

"Then, what should we do?"

"Starting tomorrow, you will copy these paintings of mine. I hope you will learn something from them."

Two years ago, Wang Gensheng had the same symptoms as Yu Yimiao now, after graduating from the Academy of Fine Arts. He still relied on the system's skill upgrade card to pass this level.

So I can't offer any guiding suggestions, but his paintings have gone through this stage. I hope Yu Yimiao can find the differences by copying and transcend it.

Yu Yimiao's face had completely concealed all the disappointment, and even had a slight hint of joy on it.

"It's great to copy your paintings. This is a treatment that many people can't even imagine..."

Copying is like a professional teacher teaching you how to paint step by step. Not to mention in an art school, even when you were in elementary school, you could only write a few times.

My parents held my hands and sketched on the paper stroke by stroke.

Now that she had another opportunity to study, Yu Yimiao almost jumped for joy. If she wasn't a bit introverted, she would have cheered a long time ago.

When he returned home that night, Yu Yimiao's father learned that his daughter had gone to become an apprentice.

Asked about the day's gains: "Miaomiao, what did you gain from going out today?"

Yu Yimiao had a smile on his face as he spread out in front of him a painting of the Monkey King that he had copied in the afternoon, obviously ready to show off his accomplishments.

He reached out to take it, looked at the painting, then looked at his daughter who took out another one from the drawing board folder at the back. They were exactly the same paintings.

If you just look at the flat graffiti, it does look like it was copied.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see the difference between the two paintings. Yu Yimiao's father was holding one painting in each hand, with a look of surprise on his face.

"This person has a very solid foundation in painting. This painting looks very vivid and lively, while yours can only be said to be very similar. Do you understand?"

Yu Yimiao nodded slightly, a little unhappily.

It’s just a very similar painting!

It sounded like a compliment, but Yu Yimiao could understand that his painting was still far from what his father required.

If the painting by Wang Gensheng was of the Monkey King, then the one in Yu Yimiao's hand was the portrait of the Monkey King. This is what my father wanted to express.

One painting is the same, the other is very similar, although the contents of both paintings were drawn with the same few strokes!

The difference lies in the expression of spirit.

As long as the painting shows the Great Sage with spirit, his unruly nature can be fully expressed. But if there is no spirit, it will just be a dead object posing.

After reading it, Yu's father reached out and rubbed Yu Yimiao's head, smiling and comforting:

"You have made progress today. If you continue to think about it, you will be able to make further progress. You can't be impatient when it comes to painting. As long as you can understand it thoroughly, success will come naturally."

Yu Yimiao nodded, and even Brother Yu beside him muttered quietly: "Did the two of you collude? Both of you say the same thing, and it sounds the same."

Although he said this in a low voice, Father Yu heard it: "What? Miaomiao's master also said so?"

"Yes, they taste exactly the same."

"Haha, yes, everyone understands this principle. Many people are stuck here. The key is whether they can comprehend it thoroughly."

Yu Yimiao was also thinking with her head down. She knew that although her father said the same thing, he was also stuck on this issue and couldn't get out.

Although he now holds a high position as a leader, her father's calligraphy and painting skills have not improved much compared to ten or twenty years ago; this time, she wanted to obtain Master Xu's exquisite works to imitate and learn from them.

"You guys go and have some rest first. Tell that kid tomorrow that he will be in charge of making this Chinese painting-style movie. Miaomiao should also learn more from him."

After his father spoke, Brother Yu's eyes lit up and he gave his sister a wicked smile.

"Okay, if you had said that earlier, I wouldn't have to pay him for food every month. I..."

Yu Ge's words made Yu Dad so angry that he reached out and gave him a big slap on the head.

"It's not like you're formally kowtowing to me and becoming my disciple. Why do you eat at my place without paying for the food? And you want me to support you?"

From this sentence, we can see that Yu's father is indeed a person who respects teachers.

Yu Ge was so scared that he didn't dare to say, "Wang Gensheng charges 50 yuan for food every month."

The next day, he sent his sister to Wang Gensheng's door again. Yu Ge had 50 yuan for food, but he was reluctant to give it to Wang Gensheng and wanted to try again.

After Yi Miao told Wang Gensheng the news that his father had entrusted him to produce a traditional Chinese animated children's film, Yu Ge was secretly delighted and stepped forward to take advantage of the opportunity.