Return to the Road of God

Rhode Island School of Design, USA.

The door of an office was ajar, and there were faint conversations coming from inside.

"I have one more thing to discuss with Professor Rhodes this time." The bald man with a slightly fat body said.

"Please tell me." The man called Rhodes was a hale and hearty white-haired professor, and the fat man sitting in front of him was Ye Yufan's tutor, Andrew from the Royal Academy of Arts in Country A.

Andrew took out a flat square box from the suitcase beside him, opened it, and carefully took out a painting: "Look at this color painting..."

"Hmm..." Rhodes put on reading glasses and commented while looking at it, "It's a very good impression painting. The painter's strokes and colors are very bold and full of tension... The picture is a bit abstract, it is pure Do you express emotion? It makes people feel that the emotional conflict is very intense, there is fear, struggle, and expectation... It seems to remind people of the entangled love and hate when they were young..."

Andrew joked: "Professor Rhodes must have experienced some unforgettable love affairs when he was young!"

"Hehe..." The old man laughed, "It's all about the past. Now that I'm old, I no longer have the sensibility and impulsiveness of my youth."

Andrew: "What kind of person do you think the person who drew this picture is?"

Rhodes put down his glasses and said with a smile: "He should be a painter with a lot of emotional experience... He is in his prime, with a solid foundation, bold creations, and great potential... Is he a famous painter?"

Andrew was silent, and Rhodes asked, "Why, did I say something wrong?"

"Yes, Professor Rhodes," Andrew said regretfully, "The one who drew this picture is my student, and he is only 16 years old."

Rhode couldn't believe it, he put on his glasses again, and his expression became much more serious.

After a few minutes, he said: "Very, very few 16-year-old children can draw such a mature work... Are you sure this is drawn by him?"

Andrew was silent again, and Rhodes looked at him. Andrew opened the interlayer of the box, took out a few more paintings, and handed one to the other party: "Look at this one again."

Rhodes took it over and looked at it, frowning slightly: "Well, it's quite different from the one just now, it looks like he's just a beginner."

"Yes, this painting is his practice work when he applied for admission," Andrew handed over the rest, and said, "Later, I asked him for some other homework, and there are labels sorted by time in the upper right corner."

"His progress rate is astonishing!" Rhode looked at it twice, shook his head and said, "But there is still a gap from the first one you showed me."

"That's right," Andrew explained, "every time I receive his homework, the teachers in the college will analyze it together. His learning ability is very strong. In addition to painting, it is also reflected in language, communication, comprehension, observation, etc. In terms of things...he was only at the level of the third grade when he entered the school, but in just one semester, his level has been able to keep pace with the senior painting majors!"

Rhodes: "..."

Andrew: "The first painting was handed in shortly after he entered school. Because the quality of the painting was very different from what I knew, I was shocked and wondered if he had schizophrenia. You know, occasionally Artists with multiple personalities, one of whom has extreme brilliance..."

"What you said makes sense. Suppose he has two personalities. One is a painter with a normal state and super learning ability, and the other has a hidden personality. As I said, he is a talented painter with rich emotions and has very high strength. ..." Rhodes pondered, "What is that child's name? Where did he come from?"

"His name is Fan, and he is from China." Andrew thought for a while, rubbing his chin and said, "Actually, this painting reminds me of one thing."

Rhodes: "What?"

"Twenty years ago, a painting by a Chinese artist was published in the Paris Art Newspaper. According to reports, the artist was only 20 years old. I was still teaching at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts, and I talked about this topic when I was having dinner with my friends. I feel that China also has such excellent artists who paint impression paintings. In my impression, Chinese painters all draw with brushes and ink, hehe..." Andrew shook his head, "Unfortunately, I heard later that someone reported The published paintings were not made by the female artist, but for some unknown reason, the Chinese art world did not report on it, and the female artist disappeared..."

Rhodes sighed: "You know, the Chinese pay attention to 'relationship' and 'background', maybe those are the reasons."

Andrew nodded: "I was curious at the time, who is the artist behind that painting..." He looked at the table, "When I saw Fan's painting, I immediately remembered what happened decades ago. "Flicked the picture lightly with his fingers, "Although the themes are different, the strokes, details, and styles of the two make people feel that they are made by the same person."

Rhodes thought for a while, and guessed: "Could the artist behind that be this Fan's relatives, for example, his father?"

Andrew was taken aback: "...I didn't think of this!"

Rhodes crossed his fingers and said, "I'm also looking forward to seeing the answer. If I have a chance, I want to meet that child too."

Andrew said with a smile: "He is a genius, and one day he will stand on the world stage."

Italy, Florence Academy of Fine Arts.

Several young people were excitedly reporting to the professor what they had just encountered.

"It's really unbelievable!" The speaker said four or five unbelievable words in a row, while putting the photos secretly taken just now on the table.

"No deliberate composition, no preparation, simple A3 sketchbook, simple 4B pencil!"

"We guess that he started with David in the middle of the picture, and then he successively painted the cathedral, the medieval steeple, the Renaissance palace, the Ponte Vecchio... He didn't fully describe everything, but A few simple strokes can be recognized at a glance!"

"More than that, when I saw him, he was drawing Da Vinci's Xiao Xiang." The young man pointed his finger at a corner of the picture, "See, you can't notice it at all inadvertently! There are many more, but they are all covered up in this complex. in the system..."

"At first, I thought he was painting various landmarks in Florence to collage into a complete painting, just like a montage in architecture... But as the picture expanded, I felt a little bit like he was painting The map of Florence, in this way, I was shocked by the way of drawing freely without drafts! However, I continued to look at it, and found that I underestimated him... For a moment, I felt that he was painting the soul of this city , not only famous scenic spots, but also pigeons, ice cream, I don’t remember which stage it was... Oh, here!” The young man pointed to another one, “Look, there are still tourists, only three curves and two swipes, It looks like the silhouette of a tourist, right?"

"Yes, without a single extra line!"

"But he is drawing the third stroke very quickly, sliding towards the horizon. With each stroke, you feel that he is painting something different. No matter how you look at this painting, you feel that you can't finish it...!"

"You know, when he finished drawing, I blinked my eyes, as if I had hallucinations, and felt that this sketch had colors."

"You are not alone……"

"... There is a degree of density, clear light and heavy, all the lines, just like the urban texture of Florence, the tide-like colors of Florence..."

professor:"……"

Several people surrounded him, nervously expecting the other party to draw a conclusion. A few minutes later, the professor who didn't look too old said with trembling lips and hands, "He's a genius..."

Everyone was finally happy, silently clenched their fists in their hearts and shouted "Yeah"!

The professor raised his head: "What's his name?"

Everyone: "..."

At the same time—

Ye Yufan lay on the bed, recalling the feeling of painting just now, still feeling a little unfulfilled.

This time, it was really enjoyable like never before. From the spirit to the body, I was enjoying the feeling of painting...

I like it, maybe at this moment I can say this sentence from the bottom of my heart - I like painting.

"He Yuexi..."

"Ok?"

Ye Yufan closed his eyes, imagining the familiarity those scenery brought him, and wished to find someone to share his feelings with: "I think, I have been to this place before."

"Really, when?"

Ye Yufan turned over and hugged the pillow: "I don't remember, it's just that the feeling at that time was the same as now, free and happy."

"I'm so excited!" He Yuexi said, "Did you know that every artist has to go to two places in his life, one is Florence and the other is Silly! My life is complete!!"

"Hehe..." Ye Yufan laughed, "That's great."

He Yuexi: "What's so good?"

Ye Yufan: "It's great to learn how to draw, and it's great to know you."

He Yuexi's face became hot, and she said awkwardly: "Well, I am also..."

... But, there are still so many "lost", Ye Yufan frowned lightly, and looked at his palm, he should be able to find himself, right?

The one-week trip was not always so smooth. On the fifth day of the Yeartrip, Ye Yufan and He Yuexi arrived in Rome, and finally encountered what he had worried about when he set off—the hotel that Guan Hongze booked for them, and they lived in the next room Look at Tang Zhen!

On the same day, Tang Zhen invited him to have dinner with He Yuexi. If he was the only one invited, Ye Yufan would definitely refuse, but she still invited He Yuexi together, so it was hard for him to say anything.

Ye Yufan and He Yuexi who had a meal together were extremely depressed, because Tang Zhen ignored He Yuexi's existence the whole time, as if inviting him over was just for display.

Ye Yufan was also very embarrassed, and apologized to He Yuexi after returning home, and He Yuexi said sullenly, "It's okay."

After a while, the door rang again, Ye Yufan gave a "shh", and went to Maoyan lightly, only to open the door when he saw a waiter outside.

The waiter said respectfully: "Hi, MissTang next door in 303 delivered freshly squeezed orange juice, and reminded Mr. Ye not to forget to take medicine."

Ye Yufan: "..."

After closing the door, He Yuexi laughed uncontrollably: "...hahaha..."

"..." Ye Yufan could only sigh silently.

"I just said Tang Zhen was chasing you!" He Yuexi finished laughing and asked him, "You don't like her?"

Ye Yufan put the orange juice on the TV cabinet and said depressedly, "Can't you see?"

He Yuexi: "Uh, what are you going to do?"

Ye Yufan: "I even rejected her."

He Yuexi: "Miss from a rich family is not easy to dismiss. If you don't agree to her pursuit of you, if she becomes angry, it will be easy to find something for you."

Ye Yufan frowned: "I know."

He Yuexi joked: "Other people must feel honored like winning a lottery if they are chased by a lady from a rich family. You are the most special one I have ever seen."

Ye Yufan asked He Yuexi back: "What if she chases you?"

He Yuexi was silent, he thought, if Tang Zhen pursued him, he must not have Ye Yufan's concentration.Moreover, they are not from the same world at all...

Ye Yufan sighed and said, "If you can't provoke her, you can only hide."

The author has something to say: [Popular Science] Impression painting: Literally, it means drawing with "impression" (=_=|||)...

Before the appearance of Impressionism, most of the paintings were finer and more like the better (but everyone knows that after having a camera, it is better to take a picture than a picture), so there are some painters who do not deliberately shape the details. Instead, he paints "feeling", that is, he paints his impression of the scenery.

Impression paintings mainly express the light, shadow and color of things, and are neither "rough" nor abstract paintings.Its main representative, as mentioned above, is Monet.

It is said that Monet’s eyes were not very good. When he was very old, he woke up one morning, without glasses (==), and looked at the water lilies in the pond—fuck, it felt so hazy~ so beautiful (⊙o⊙) !Then he painted the famous handed down work "Water Lilies"...

However, many of Monet’s late works became less and less like paintings, more and more abstract, maybe they were detached (==+)…

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PS: I am not an art student. The professional knowledge involved in the article is based on my own feelings after reading the materials. To put it bluntly, it is just nonsense...

So, please don’t take it too seriously, especially for children who major in art (this is the same as Li Na watching "The Prince of Tennis", such as "zero-cut ball", "absolute field"~~~~) can only take this story as a Spiritual inspirational works.

However, although it is nonsense, I will stand on a scientific point of view (...) and make it a little more logical, so everyone may have an illusion of "it seems to be the case". In the process of writing the article, I I will also insert some original boring art knowledge (fur). If everyone can benefit from it, I will be very happy.