Tanaka Masakazu just completed the finishing touches to the main structure of the Shwedagon Pagoda at the last moment of the deadline.
He painted in a hurry.
The time limit of five minutes is indeed very tight, and there is a certain amount of luck involved in being able to complete it.
Seeing his opponent at a loss made Tanaka relax a lot and even made fewer clerical errors than he expected.
He glanced at the outline of the drawing paper in front of him one last time. There were only about seven or eight segments of pen outlines stuck together, and the overall structural deformation and distortion were not serious.
At least, this is pretty good in the ordinary sense.
It’s the kind of thing that can be admired and applauded even if you show it to people who have never studied painting before.
"At least it's okay to win against the Yangon natives."
Tanaka Masakazu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers and raised his head confidently.
His pupils twitched sharply.
Tanzhong couldn't see Gu Weijing's drawing board because there were people on both sides of the drawing board.
After he painted, he could still hear people talking at first, but soon the discussions quieted down, and the air quickly became calm.
Tanaka Masakazu thought that the masters had lost interest in watching because the other party had no idea how to write, but now these people did not act like they had lost interest at all.
Everyone just watched in silence.
A strange atmosphere echoed in the air, so weird, as if a white elephant suddenly appeared in the crowd.
"Who do you think draws better?"
Finally, a forty-year-old professor from Qingmei spoke and asked in a deep voice.
"Surprisingly, he is the same as me?"
Tanaka Masakazu felt a little nervous.
"Judging from the lines and brushstrokes, he is probably a little bit worse."
Someone responded in a low voice.
"Well, yes, this guy is still a little off. Look, here. His line texture is obviously smoother than Gu Weijing's. Especially this round spire. Although the curve Both are considered smooth, but one is drawn directly in one stroke, and the other is copied in two halves. There is still a gap in the confidence of the brushwork."
"That's the truth." There was a pause in the crowd. of approval.
Obviously he was talking about Gu Weijing's shortcomings, but Tanaka's heart was rapidly falling into the bottomless abyss.
Because the speaker is no one else.
It was the young local painter from Yangon. Masakazu Tanaka still remembered his name, Gu Tongxiang, Gu Weijing’s grandfather.
The old guy’s face was filled with pride and excitement, but he had no intention of his grandson losing the game.
"That's not bad, how old is he?"
Someone asked.
“Seventeen years old, there are still more than seven months until I turn eighteen.. ”
“At this age, he is a little younger than Katsuko and has not yet gone to college. ”
Tanaka Masakazu’s throat felt a little itchy. He stood on his toes to squeeze past Gu Tongxiang, who was bragging about his grandson to others, and squeezed towards the drawing board in front of Gu Weijing.
He wanted to see if this guy could really draw flowers.
Gu Tongxiang didn't care at all.
He just looked at this person named Tanaka Masakazu with happy and pitiful eyes. The guy took one look and stepped aside with the magnanimity of a winner.
"Losed. "
"I lost. ”
“Impossible”
If the original Honda Masakazu still wanted to defend his painting, the first thing he saw when he saw Gu Weijing’s painting paper was At that moment, he swallowed all the words he had thought up.
He lost without any suspense.
There was no room for quibbles.
A large tower has been formed on that drawing paper, and the precise outline drawings of three small towers only reminded him of one name, Sakai Katsuko
Tanaka Masakazu opened his mouth in disbelief. Gu Weijing looked to the side.
He was used to being crushed by Sakai Katsuko in various competitions.
But now, there was another person. It gave me the same feeling.
The other person came from the art desert in his mind like Yangon.
"Alas"
The surrounding past. It is rare for the old painters with harsh words to ridicule Tanaka Masakazu.
Most of them have been struggling on the road of art for a long time.
The master was never an artist from the beginning. Of course, the painting careers of the old painters are not all smooth sailing.
They know the inferiority complex and frustration of being defeated by a genius, so they feel some sympathy for Tanaka Masakazu at this time.
However, Now Tanaka Masakazu’s matter is no longer the focus.
“Boy, your name is Gu Weijing, I will remember you. "
Lao Cao nodded towards Gu Weijing, with a kind smile on his face like an old artist seeing a mature junior.
"Lao Gu, is your grandson interested in going to college? When he comes to CAFA to study, I can take care of him in the studio. He is a good prospect. "
Lin Tao was much more straightforward.
"This"
"Are we going to accept students?"
Crowd There was a burst of discussion.
The painter industry is very particular about genre.
Not only do students try their best to learn from famous teachers, famous teachers are also very eager for students who can inherit their legacy. Even worse.
Lin Tao glanced at the colleagues around him and couldn't help but snorted in his heart. Even though they looked surprised, he knew that there were quite a few of them. People have the same thoughts as themselves.
Good teachers are solid.Although it is difficult to find, good students may be abducted by other old guys after passing this village.
Many departments in the Academy of Fine Arts are based on the studio system rather than the class system. The mural copying class and still life portrait class he takes every year are both large courses, and there are many in the whole school including the world. students.
Perhaps because of Lin Tao's fancy, there are only seven students recruited into his studio now.
The Central Academy of Fine Arts is the most famous academy of fine arts in Eastern Xia. As a disciple of Mr. Cao, Lin Tao himself is one of the biggest signs of the academy.
Lin Tao has very good connections whether in Dongxia, Asia or internationally.
Being a member of Lin Tao’s studio almost guarantees that your future will be guaranteed.
Even if you don’t want to go too far on the road of art, you can almost get 100,000 yuan by doing art covers for famous international weekly magazines, or designing game original paintings for companies like Activision and Sony. Starting annual salary of about 100,000 dollars, in US dollars.
"Lao Gu, does he have no other teacher now?"
Lin Tao seemed to have thought of something and asked hurriedly.
"I don’t have a formal teacher. I just attend an art class at a local international school. Of course, he has been learning painting from me since he was a child."
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Lin Tao glanced at Gu Tongxiang. He probably knew this local painter before coming to Yangon.
His status is unknown.
To be honest, he felt that such a painter was not worthy of such a good student.
Lin Tao felt that such a rough jade would be a complete waste of money in the hands of Gu Tongxiang, who was still unknown at this age.
"Mr. Gu, do you have any objection?"
But he still asked out of politeness.
The grandson is in the limelight, and he, as a grandfather, also has a face
"Old Gu."
This is a title only given to artists. I have never known it before. The old man who had been upgraded to Mr. Gu hurriedly ran up happily, ready to strike while the iron was hot and finalize the matter.
The painter speaks through his paintings, and his face is painted stroke by stroke by himself.
Lin Tao didn't know Gu Weijing at all originally, but now he sees how this kid looks and how he likes him.
The Sakai siblings are the children of Professor Kazunari Sakai. Even if other painters are itchy, they can only look at it, not abdicate it.
But this time when I came to a place like Yangon, it was really a surprise to receive a student. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft