静物

"Dear Tong, are you feeling better? Hehe. I saw that you were about to pass out in the classroom today. Are you feeling better? I was like you before! But it was during the design history class, hey, theory Lessons are not comparable to practice! I can only say that you should practice more, heh."

After Wu Tong finished his last oil painting class, he received a text message from Bo Sen.

"Very good, thank you." Wu Tong replied.

Do you even need to talk less about text messages?Wu Tong asked herself, and she admitted that she always had a habit of accumulating thoughts in her head. For her, thoughts and words have a clear boundary, just like transferring an entity to a drawing paper, which is almost incoherent. difficulty.

Berson made this point in a short letter that followed.

"The semantics are clear, the language is concise, the text is full of emotion, and it is very human. Tong, I appreciate you."

Wu Tong admitted that he had the idea of ​​sending the text message he just sent to Bo Sen again. Thinking about it, sending a text message has nothing to do with environmental protection, and there is really no need to be so hardworking.

In the end, there was no reply, and he stuffed the phone into the pocket of his jeans, bypassed a pile of clothes, bypassed the music stand, and walked outside.

Inspiration is like bird droppings, it hits you when you're not looking.Based on Li Shiqing's words, Wu Tong, who originally planned to stay in the dormitory in a daze, decided to go out. If the inspiration is really like bird droppings, it should be outside instead of indoors.

There is no way.Wu Tong knew that there was a reason why he was slow.

She is almost indifferent to beauty.

If she could intuitively know what could fall into her eyes like other students, then she might know what to do now.Wu Tong likes to analyze the beauty of the things he has seen, and then repeatedly think about the expression and expression techniques when converting them into paintings. After thinking about it, he must think about the beauty of the painting again.Everything goes back to the origin of aesthetic analysis.

Quite torturous.But Wu Tong has to be so paranoid in order to be at ease with his work.

Wu Tong walks along the road, walks along the street, walks along the fence, walks along the fence...

She walked looking at the darkening sky, looking down at the ground, walking with her eyes closed...

No clue.

Wu Tong tugged on his pants, sat down on the brick fence of the roadside tree, and took out his mobile phone.

She might have to call for help.

"Help, I don't know what to do with the department exhibition."

For Bo Sen, Wu Tong believed in his strength, and she believed that she was seeking help in the right direction.

"Inspiration...Tong, I don't think I can help you much. Creation is your own thing. If you can't think of what to paint, explore your heart! Otherwise, stimulate yourself from the senses, not just sight, hearing, taste, smell. , even tactile, the experience of art can be comprehensive.”

It didn't take long for Bo Sen to send back a message. Wu Tong read the message in confusion, and before he finished reading it, a new message came.

"Tong, don't forget about the studio. If I can help you, I will do my best."

Wu Tong patted his pants and got up, Bo Sen made sense, maybe she shouldn't just want to find the direction by sight.

"Can I have music? I want to hear something different."

Bo Sen replied to her as quickly as possible, asked for an E-mail, and promised to give Wu Tong a different experience in hearing.

Wu Tong returned to the dormitory, hurriedly borrowed a computer from his roommate in the video communication department, and hurriedly received letters.

Berson sent her seven pieces of music:

Coeur depirate–Commedesen fants

James Newton Howard-Solomon Vandy

Within Temptation–Angels

Sólstafir – Fjara

AC/DC–Rock 'n' Roll Train

The Agonist – Business Suits and Combat Boots

Carnal Diafragma – Human Monster

Wu Tong could feel that Bo Sen tried his best to avoid pop songs, and tried his best to sing songs with different styles.Wu Tong listened to all the songs two or three times in one night in turn, and the noise of pigs in the last song still rang in his head.

It was a great stimulus, but she still couldn't help it.

Wu Tong's cell phone vibrated on the table, and she picked it up.

"Have you thought about it?" Person's tone still sounded like a smile.

"not yet."

"Oh." It was obvious that Person was a little disappointed.

"What's the name of the last song?" Wu Tong asked the question that was suppressed in his heart.

"Yeah!" Boysen said with a few laughs, "I didn't mean to punish you, I really thought it might bring you inspiration, so I put it in."

"Oh."

"It's a very inspiring song!" Boysen said, "Singing doesn't have to be done in a proper way, just like creating a song doesn't have to be done in a good way. At least that's my interpretation."

Wu Tong knew what Bo Sen meant, after all, she was good at knots and composite media.She knew that Bo Sen's purpose of calling was to hope that the discussion could be a little more exciting and help.

"Tong, let me ask you, which song do you feel more about?"

"think about it."

"Well, well, think about it slowly," Person said, "I'll tell you which song I like, and I like the penultimate one."

"Why?" Wu Tong asked in surprise.

"Don't you think there is an uncontrollable taste in that song? Some songs you can almost predict what will appear in the next second. I think this song is very out of control, very depressing, and very accusatory." As he spoke, he felt as if he had talked too much, so he laughed dryly, "It reminds me of dark red with orange."

"I think it's like a bright khaki with a bit of black mixed in," Wu Tong said.

"You are contradicting. If you mix black with bright earthy yellow, it will not be bright." Adding black will reduce the chroma, but Bo Sen actually understands Wu Tong's meaning, "Are you talking about two colors?"

"right."

"Have you thought of it? The song you feel more like?"

"The third one."

Person chuckled, "Angels, it's beyond my expectation! Why?"

"It's dramatic."

"But Tong, many people don't like the dramatic elements in the song, like these heavy, almost suggestive drums with anticipation, the sound effects that obviously bring tension, don't you think everything is deliberate? ?”

"Yeah." Wu Tong agreed, wondering why Bo Sen wanted to put this song in the playlist, why did he criticize it.

"But drama is good." As if reading Wu Tong's thoughts, Bo Sen interjected, "I like to clearly feel the emotional tension and get the information I need within the range of expression."

Wu Tong agreed that she didn't know whether it would be helpful to Xi Zhan, but the dialogue with Bo Sen was beneficial to her a lot.

"What color?" Wu Tong asked.

"Good question," said Boyson distressedly, "I can't think of it, I really can't think of it. It's a mixed song for me."

"The background is blue-gray and the vocals are bright orange."

Wu Tong said, this is purely based on feeling, there is no distinction between right and wrong.

"Oh! It's very interesting." Bo Sen said with a smile, "I think the background is warm and the lead singer is cold! But the background must be a dull color, and the lead singer must be a solid color."

This is very interesting, analyzing the color of music, Wu Tong has never played this kind of game with anyone.

"Have you thought about what to do with the department exhibition?"

"not yet."

"What should I do?" Bo Sen asked. In fact, Wu Tong should ask this question, right? "Do you have any ideas?"

"Today is good." Wu Tong said, talking on the phone with Bo Sen was very happy, even if the department development is still clueless, but—this is not what Wu Tong would say—just be happy.

"No, this is not good." Bai Sen said, Wu Tong seemed to be annoyed by him faintly, "I should make you feel a little bit struck by lightning."

Wu Tong thought of Li Shiqing's metaphor of bird droppings, and couldn't help but want to laugh. Do people have to have such different opinions on the matter of inspiration?

"Let's go to different places." Wu Tong suggested lightly.

Bo Sen was silent on the phone, as if thinking for a long time before speaking.

"Come find me another day!" She said, Wu Tong felt hesitant for some reason, "I should be able to find a way for you."