technical type

[Main task: Painter. 】

[Current task: professional knowledge learning - (17/100)]

When I came back from the Taoist temple, I looked at the paintings of Wang Zichu I brought back, dug out the old ones, and pondered them carefully under the lamp. These paintings were all made by Ji Mo, the direction of the brushwork, etc., in my memory Also, looking at it in comparison, copying it out of thin air, it seems that I can figure out a little bit of direction.

Wang Zichu has no teaching experience. He teaches Ji Mo to paint every day, mostly by looking at and changing paintings. This teaching method is not without difficulty for Ji Mo. He is comprehending many things, but Comprehension also requires a basic accumulation before it can come naturally.

A kind of scenery looks one way when it is placed in the sun, and another when it is placed on a rainy day. How to describe this difference is difficult.

To paint the sun shining, you don’t need to draw the angle and direction of the sun on the paper in detail. As long as the scene shows a thriving appearance, you can naturally make people feel that the sun on the day in the painting is good.

To paint a drizzle, there is no need to draw the same dense filaments on the drawing paper one by one, like dividing the picture, as long as the mountains are also hazy, the water is also hazy, and the feeling of the bamboo hat and coir raincoat on the boating river is enough. .

Wang Zichu doesn't draw people very much, but he also adds one or two figures when he paints landscapes. Ji Mo guesses that it may be because there are indeed people there, but Wang Zichu really doesn't like to draw people, so the appearance of these people is very different. It is imaginary, and it can only be said to be a person in appearance, not as clear as grass and trees.

In contrast, the clothes and hats of the characters are all within the standard, and it looks like a painting method that alternates between reality and reality.

Coupled with the lingering sense of depression in Wang Zichu's paintings, it's fine if there are no characters. With characters, the characters are like ghosts and monsters waiting for food to be delivered to their mouths. Substituting any imagination will add to the ghostly atmosphere.

Ji Mo's current paintings of scenery are not very good, and he is not distracted to study how to bring the feeling of artistic conception. What he has to do now is to copy. He also knows how to deal with the scene in the movie.

It is still possible to take pictures of cats and tigers, but it seems to be another matter.

It seems that someone said that painting and writing are the same, you start by imitating others, and then you can develop your own style and bring your own characteristics.

"Landscape painting is always better than figure painting..."

Ji Mo thought about the drawing paper, but he was not very sure. The characters, men, women, old and young are all different, and landscapes, which seem to be just a few simple scenes, are actually drawn in different ways, and the difficulty is hard to say. How much difference, at least he can't tell.

Lighting a lamp at night is not suitable for painting. The light of the candle will fluctuate with the breeze, and there seems to be some benchmarks missing in the shaking. Ji Mo does not have such a good ability. Biased.

Put away all the picture scrolls, put them in the box and lock them, and hide the key in a bookcase. Ji Mofang went to rest. Before going to sleep, he thought that the box was almost full, and he needed another box.

These paintings are not easy to give away, so they can only be kept by themselves. With Wang Zichu's high output, it is inevitable that the number will increase day by day. Maybe one day, there will be a room for these paintings, which can also be used as a "studio".

The next day, Ji Mo went to a Taoist temple to study painting.

The car at home will take him down the mountain, and the boy will accompany him up. The Taoist temple does not open the door to welcome visitors, and the door is always ajar. After waiting for a while, someone heard the voice, it was Su's usual receptionist Daoist.

"What's going on here?"

Ji Mo looked in through the crack of the door. He has been here every day for a long time. It is impossible for these people to lock him out of the door on purpose.

The little Taoist boy shook his head in embarrassment when he heard the words, but he quickly opened the lock and let the person in. After Ji Mo asked, he said: "Brother Changhe lost his painting, and he is looking for it."

"Lost the painting?"

Ji Mo was surprised, who would steal the painting?There is no way to sell such things in the market, let alone Wang Zichu's paintings. No fool will continue to look at them if they find that they are depressed. Therefore, the value is only in the appreciation at first glance. What are you going to do?

Xiao Daotong shook his head, he was really puzzled, "Sir, let's lock the door, no one is allowed to go in and out, if we don't find out who stole the painting, we will all be driven away."

When the accident happened, Ji Mo originally wanted to go directly to Wang Zichu, but now he went to see Mr. Xuanyang first, and it happened that Wang Zichu was also there, and the room belonged to Mr. Xuanyang. There was only one table covered with paper and pens. , Wang Zichu was painting, with no distractions, and when he saw Ji Mo coming in, he showed a happy look and said, "Today we will paint here."

Isn't the matter of losing the painting serious?Why is it like nothing happened?

Ji Mo looked at Mr. Xuan Yang, who was looking helpless, and Mr. Xuan Yang seemed to know what he was thinking, and said: "You An Sheng draws, don't run around outside, Guan has already searched and searched, and you will definitely find it."

Since he said so, Ji Mo didn't ask any more questions. He is too young now, and he is not qualified to know many things.

After being taught several scenes by Wang Zichu, Ji Mo practiced on the sidelines without losing his touch. There are no shortcuts in painting, even for talented players, they must first learn before they can freely To play, to achieve something overnight, can only be expected but not attainable.

The Taoist temple reopened before dinner. It is said that the person who stole the painting was found. Unfortunately, he was forced too much. The person who stole the painting jumped over the wall in a hurry and destroyed the painting.

It was the guard that Ji Mo had met once who reported this matter back and forth. Mr. Xuan Yang did not avoid Wang Zichu and Ji Mo, both of them heard it. : "If you destroy it, just destroy it, uncle don't have to worry, if you want, I can still draw it."

Ji Mo and Mr. Xuan Yang exchanged glances, they were not worried about a painting, but about this matter.

"Draw yours."

Mr. Xuan Yang's tone was bad, but he asked Wang Zichu to paint, Wang Zichu was happy, he responded, and continued to paint. He taught Ji Mo every day and did not delay his own painting, just like at this moment, While Ji Mo was practicing his brushwork, he just drew his own, as if no one was around.

It might be because of Wang Zichu's attitude. Mr. Xuanyang didn't want him to hear anything before saying such annoying words. He straightened his clothes and got up and went outside to talk to the guard. The two voices were not loud, and Ji Mo didn't hear it either. When Wang Zichu is painting, he can still stare at him from the corner of the eye, and frown when he sees him slack, but he will not reprimand him immediately, but he will look at him with a sad look, to the effect that "there is no talent, If you don't work hard, what hope do you have?"

Every time Ji Mo came up with these words, he felt that in Wang Zichu's heart, painting was probably the only meaning.

But in the face of Wang Zichu like this, it’s hard to say how much to distinguish, so I can only devote myself to painting. In all fairness, painting is also interesting. Using your own brush to describe all kinds of things in this world seems plain, but it’s like writing a book. Like Li said, he is conveying a feeling through his own perspective.

Great rivers and mountains, magnificence and beauty, if they can be presented one by one in the pen, there is also a sense of accomplishment in it.

Ji Mo's current paintings are still simple scenery. Because the paintings are rough, they can be drawn in half a day. The amount of practice has increased, but the quality is not high.

He also discovered this himself, and is gradually slowing down, narrowing some of the gaps with careful carving, only drawing one scene at a time, and only when he is proficient will he consider the many changes of this scene under different conditions, and then Then change to the next scene.

When Wang Zichu discovered that he was painting like this, he was puzzled at the beginning. A single tree cannot form a forest. A painting is framed on paper, and all the layouts are within the frame. The various scenes are well detailed, dense and dense, and the composition is perfect. It should show a certain emotion that you want to show or the meaning that the author wants to express.

But Ji Mo's painting, the solitary tree, this kind of posture, that kind of posture, scattered, not a picture scroll, seems to make obsessive-compulsive disorder feel uncomfortable.

"I'm not as good as my master when I draw a brush. I don't need to think carefully about how to draw the scenery. I always have a bad grasp of the brushwork when I paint the scenery. I often use heavy ink and color in places that shouldn't be. This kind of practice is aimed at this kind of problem. You can practice repeatedly with the light and dark, the virtual and the real, until you get used to it, so that when you start to paint, you will not lose sight of the other, and you will not be top-heavy."

Wang Zichu didn't criticize the painting last time, and even helped to modify it, which looks better, but he doesn't need to mention the problem, Ji Mo can feel it himself, the layout was large at first, and then changed to small, so The sense of incongruity caused cannot be modified by changing every scene completely.

Some ink dots can be changed into flies, adding more vitality, and some ink dots, like the rain hitting the plantain, had to be destroyed.

"Is this what you want?"

Wang Zichu was a little confused. He couldn’t remember what he did when he first painted. It seemed that he was just painting, and finally... some unpleasant past events made his eyes seem to be clouded. Turning his attention back to his eyes, he asked sensitively, "Is it because I didn't teach well?"

I blamed myself when I asked, "I have never taught anyone..." It is not to shirk responsibility and find excuses, but the fact is so, so naturally there is no effective experience as a summary to teach one by one.

Seeing him like this, Ji Mo put down his brush and said, "Master taught you very well. It was after introspection that I realized that my talent was not as good as Master's. That's why I tried to specialize in one thing first, and I knew all the scenery by heart. When I start painting again, I will inevitably fail." I can be like my master."

Think about the monotony of a famous painter who paints eggs. He paints trees and adjusts them. The shape of each tree is not much different from that of eggs.In ink painting, the consideration of light and shade is not as sensitive as that of oil painting, or the form of presentation is different, it seems to be relatively simple, so there is nothing to complain about. Besides, if you put this skill into it, you will really find that the world is vast and not limited. Among these scales, even if the territory is vast, it cannot be compared, so it is as sweet as sugar.