Soul Painter

to the third day.

Gao Fan succeeded in drawing his tenth line on the two snow-white walls facing each other.

If you talk about the first line, you can't see much difference.

But now, ten lines are enough to lay out the large outline of the elk cat statue, and the difference between the two painting methods can be seen.

"There's a big difference, right?" Gao Fan said to the old housekeeper who came to deliver the meals.

Although the old housekeeper is sixty years old, he has a strong body and bright eyes. After carefully examining the east and west walls, he said in stiff Mandarin with a slightly foreign accent: "Sorry, Mr. Gao, I can't see any difference."

"It's very different~" Gao Fan danced and gestured. He first ran to the east wall and said, "This is Monet. These lines are rhythmic and meticulous, covering every possibility. Greatness in different dimensions of time and space!"

Gao Fan then ran to the west wall, and even climbed onto the scaffolding: "This is me, all the lines are deceptive, you can not only see, but also touch and hear them, listen, this is the sound of music , majestic and great, wonderful and elf~”

The old butler looked at the two walls seriously, and shook his head seriously. He doesn't know painting, otherwise he wouldn't be entrusted with this task. After all, if he really realizes how great this thing is, then there will be a leak If there is no possibility, SUN CLUB will not appoint an art critic to take care of Gao Fan.

"You wash your hands, and then eat." The old housekeeper said.

"With all due respect, you don't know anything about art." Gao Fan said in a muffled voice. He climbed off the scaffold, took the towel handed by the old housekeeper, wiped the black lead ash on his hands, opened the food box, and saw A plate of dumplings stuffed with cheese.

"Today's second blow." Gao Fan became even more depressed. He stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and felt the sweet and greasy taste. This is really a dark dish.

"Why are you eating dumplings again?" Gao Fan muttered.

"I heard that there is a custom in your country to eat dumplings when guests come." The old housekeeper said.

"How can there be such a habit... You said 'up the horse dumplings and get off the horse noodles', right? First, the dumplings are eaten when you are about to leave, second, the guests eat the dumplings instead of the host, and finally, our dumplings are pork and green onions Filling." Although it was unpalatable, Gao Fan still swallowed the whole plate in a few mouthfuls. Now that he had a direction, he had to seize all the time to create.

It wasn't until he climbed up the scaffolding that he asked, "Who's coming? Ms. J.K?"

"No, Mr. George Baselitz and a lady, but not Ms. J. K., but another lady named Ana Armas," said the old butler.

"Anna Armas?" Gao Fan repeated the name, and the human skin from the Cat's Secret Realm vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, and he shook his head again, it was fake.

Master George and his apprentice are coming, what are they coming for?

Isn't this place strictly confidential and cannot be easily reached, so as not to attract the eyes of gravediggers?

Gao Fan shook his head again, throwing his doubts out of his mind, which was very easy, because the next moment, he entered the study of Monet again.

Yes, it is learning, not copying.

This is the direction Gao Fan found to solve the split and irreconcilable problems between his two master skills.

Because of Monet's pen, Gao Fan is very aware of the "microscopic" master skills of Impressionism, and knows every moment of its birth, transition, development, and maturity. , combining 'twist' with 'micro'.

The way he came up with was to use two skills respectively to create two portraits of elk cats.

Through this kind of "contrastive creation", he can paint the most complex objects that Gao Fan has come into contact with so far, and complete the improvement of his own painting skills.

Whether it can be done is still unknown.

But full of challenges.

In this process, the 'distortion' skills should not increase, but after the third day of 'contrastive creation', the skill values ​​of the three major items of Gaofan's painting have improved to varying degrees, which proves that he is on the right path Yes, in the words of Chinese painting circles, it is to imitate the ancients without imitating the ancients, and turn Monet's amazing master skills into Gao Fan's own things.

Turn Monet into the whetstone of Gao Fan.

Of course Gao Fan would not choose to become the second Monet.

He will only choose to stand on the shoulders of his predecessors.

Even if you climb, you have to climb up.

...

that night.

Georges Baselitz and Ana Armas arrive at the Unnamed estate.

In the house of the French manor, they did not see Gao Fan.

The old butler said that Gao Fan would sleep in the church recently, and he was in a state of crazy creation.

Crazy creative, but too slow... thought George Baselitz.

"Let's go to church," said Georges Baselitz to his apprentice.

Ana Armas nodded in agreement.

When they passed the purple lavender sea, neither of them stopped. George Baselitz was disturbed, and Ana Armas seemed to be blind to all the beautiful scenery behind her black-rimmed glasses.

In the church, the two saw Gao Fan who was slowly drawing against the snow-white wall. He was standing on the scaffold and was drawing a very long line. Support lines.

The huge creation Gao Fan chose to create is three meters high, so Gao Fan first raised his hand, then squatted down, and finally leaned over, and then jumped off the scaffolding, continuing to extend this line to the bottom. During the whole process, This line is stable and smooth, showing a wonderful sense of rhythm and division.

During the whole process, George Baselitz and Ana Armas, who could ignore the beautiful sea of ​​lavender flowers, followed this magical line all the way down. They stopped and held their breath, as if After witnessing a great project, they didn't realize that their lives needed air until Gao Fan waved his hand to end the line.

"I heard the bell." Ana Armas said suddenly, speaking pure Mandarin.

In a foreign country, Gao Fan, who was looking at his most proud line, turned around in surprise when he heard such authentic Mandarin.

Then he was startled again, because he saw Ana Armas, with short hair and black-rimmed glasses, with an involuntary cringe in his expression, as if the world frightened her. The gravediggers are dressed exactly the same, but after looking closely, Gao Fan realizes that they are still different, at least SIZI has a different body.

"AA, can I call you AA? What did you say you heard?" Gao Fan asked with great interest.

"I heard the bell, the sound of Huang Zhong Dalu, when this line was extended." Ana Armas walked to the elk cat statue with only eleven lines drawn, her eyes Flashing light: "Why? How is this done?"

Update~ Today's snow in Beijing is really beautiful, and it's also very cold. It's been a long time since there was such a heavy snowfall.