The classroom was silent.
Perhaps some people had a certain contempt for this little game of coloring squares.
When I heard this, I immediately paid attention to it.
We are all students of Dulwich College, and our writing skills basically hover around a similar baseline.
I saw the male classmate holding the pen tremblingly and carefully above the projector screen, and the fingertips holding the pencil turned slightly white.
Even if Professor Wattel did not specifically explain it, they were naturally in awe of the difficulty of this painting method.
The five minutes are up quickly.
It can be clearly seen on the projection screen that there is about one-third of the blank space below the grid frame.
The completed part of the wiring did not meet the professor's requirements.
It’s far from neat, and far from beautiful.
Professor Vatel did not blame the boy, but waved his hand and drove him away.
"Let me give you a correct demonstration."
The old man took the pencil himself and started coloring.
In just a few dozen seconds, the remaining one-third of the blank space was neatly filled.
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
Such an intuitive comparison made the students exclaim in a small voice.
Professor Vatel was secretly happy to hear this. He said as he took out a stack of sketch paper with small grids printed in the same specifications from his briefcase and distributed them to everyone in the classroom.
"I have been practicing sketching for thirty years. It is natural that you cannot reach this level. During this period, your classroom task in each class is to do this kind of standardized exercise. There are a total of fifteen small grids on a piece of paper. Once the drawing is completed, the class is over."
Looking at the frowning students, Professor Wattel smiled.
This is the world of normal people.
Even though most of the art students in front of me have studied art for more than ten years, the wiring details are still terrible.
If just any internet painter could have master-level skills, the artwork would be worthless.
“You can paint slowly, it doesn’t matter if you spend an hour and a half, or even two hours. You must try your best to paint well, remember this feeling, and when you go back to complete your own portfolio, one stroke Every painting must be handled with the current mentality.”
“If you can do the details well, you can’t say anything else, and it will be no problem to add 30% to your portfolio.”
The students began to write vigorously.
Gu Weijing took the sketch paper.
He took out a sharpened 4b pencil from his pencil case and tried to draw two lines in the small grid.
Line arrangement is a delicate job. Every famous artist who pays attention to line modeling has unique skills in line arrangement.
The artist Dürer’s sketchesLines can even make pencil lines change according to the slightest texture changes on the paper or cloth.
And Ingres and Holbein, who are famous for the rigor of painting, even if the neatness of the lines in pure sketches is not as neat as the former, the details of the brushstrokes in oil paintings can often be half accurate. millimeter level.
The practice method invented by Teacher Wattel is very novel.
Based on Gu Weijing's first-level professional sketching skills, when he first used the pen, the positioning point where the pencil tip closed almost exceeded the boundary of the grid.
He moved his wrist slightly, moved the point where the pad of his thumb came into contact with the wooden barrel of the sketch pencil, and drew the line again.
This time, the lines are completed in one go.
The pencil trace starts cleanly from one end of the square on the sketch paper and stops perfectly at the border.
Gu Weijing nodded.
His wrist hung lightly, and the pen tip began to move at high speed on the sketch paper. Each stroke was as precise as an industrial assembly line.
Quick adaptability is the charm of professional-level techniques.
This feeling is not unique to painting.
For example, in the field of racing, professional racing drivers like Schumacher may not be much faster on their first lap on a new track than low-level formula or semi-professional street drivers. There are many, but professional players can always adapt to the characteristics of this track with extremely fast adaptability.
After trying a few strokes, Gu Weijing immediately got the feeling.
The faster he draws, the faster he draws.
After he becomes proficient, he doesn’t even need to pay attention to the boundaries of the box. As long as he follows his muscle memory, the tip of the pencil can accurately place it. Smooth when it should be smooth and pause when it should be paused.
He quickly finished drawing the first square.
Gu Weijing moved his index finger down and turned the pencil, changing from the orthodox upward grip to the stick-holding method with more elegant and bold lines.
Start and continue to complete the next small grid.
Sketch technique 3 experience points
Sketch technique 1 experience point
Sketch technique 5 experience points
Sketches are constantly coming to the virtual panel A reminder to gain experience points for techniques.
This speed of gaining experience points was almost catching up with the time when he activated Menzel's basic painting experience skills, so much that even Gu Weijing was a little surprised.
This does not mean that the artistic understanding of sketching by Dulwich art professors is in any way comparable to that of a national treasure painter like Menzel.
It’s just that this kind of painting practice method summarized by Teacher Vatel based on many years of teaching experience can play a role in checking for the details of Gu Weijing’s current brushwork and filling in the gaps.
Just like the line drawing sketch invented by Xu Beihong and other traditional Chinese painting masters.
There are specializations in the field of science.
Let Einstein teach children introductory physics classes, and the effect may not be as good as that of rural students who have received professional training.Village teacher.
In art professions,
the cruelest thing is that the improvements that ordinary people can achieve through training thousands of times may be the abilities they are born with for true geniuses. .
For big guys like Menzel, Dürer, or Holbein.
In their painting careers, they may have never felt that arranging lines with a pen requires any special training.
If you just pick up a pen and draw directly, you will surpass most people in the world. Just like eating and drinking, you need to be taught.
Gu Weijing’s talent can only be counted. Not bad among ordinary people.
Without systematic help, his original sketching skills were inferior to those of Tsunamasa Sakai, who was younger than him.
Therefore, even if his overall sketch line level has reached the level of a professional painter.
This kind of practice method specially created for students to practice the details of pen use still has a very good effect on Gu Weijing.
The more he painted, the more comfortable he became, and the more he painted, the happier he became, and he was so happy that he almost took off.
On the other hand, Kou Kou was almost dumbfounded.
She bit the end of the pen lightly, feeling as if she was watching a magic show.
Everyone got the homework sheets at the same time.
I was just sharpening a pencil. I turned around and traced Gu Weijing's drawing, and found that he had already finished drawing a small square.
It’s ridiculously fast.
She turned her head and glanced at the wall clock in front of the podium.
How long has the time passed, one and a half minutes, or two minutes?
In the history of Dulwich College, there are only four students who can draw within five minutes and can enter the school. There was no one there until four minutes later.
The guy next to me is still not a human being
Kou Kou bit the end of the pen hard, and countless thoughts suddenly appeared in her mind.
She glanced at Gu Weijing's pen. It was obviously a normal sketching pencil, with a normal pen posture. In the hands of this boy, everything is different.
Like that's not a pencil, but a wand.
With a few "swish" waves, a small square was filled with gray.
Kou Kou hasn’t been in trance for long, and the second small grid is almost finished.
She could clearly see that every stroke of the opponent's strokes was well-proportioned and rhythmic, and the lines were arranged as accurately as if they were drawn with a ruler. They were so accurate that they were not unnecessary.
"Perhaps, this exercise is not as difficult as Professor Vatel said"
Koko lowered her head in disbelief and started arranging lines within the square with a pencil. Try to draw at the same rhythm as Gu Weijing.
Thirty seconds later,
Kou Kou looked at the jagged abstract sketch lines in her square, like those gnawed by a dog, and then turned to look at Gu Weijing’s On paper.
Crack
She smashed the jar and broke the lead.The refill of the pen and the cheeks bulged like a fat-headed fish.
"It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair. We are all classmates. The gap is too big." Kou Kou groaned in her heart.
She looked at Gu Weijing, her eyes full of clear light.
More than twenty minutes later.
Gu Weijing stopped writing and stretched his fingers. This feeling of gaining experience points through standardized practice gave him the feeling of leveling up by defeating monsters in the game.
After killing fifteen small grids in one go, he even felt unsatisfied.
Just when he was hesitating whether to go home and draw some similar grids to increase his practice, a piece of paper was pushed in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.
"Here, God, please help me," Kou Kou said, tilting her head.
Kou Kou is the type who takes things seriously for three minutes, and has never been a good student in the class.
She was aroused by the wonderful details of the detective cat illustrations shown by Professor Wattel. After practicing two strokes briefly, she was defeated by frustration again.
After Kou Kou tried to save the bad consequences just now, she completely lost interest in this boring exercise.
"But you still have to do this kind of exercise yourself for the best results."
Gu Weijing hesitated and reminded.
He is feeling warm now and doesn't mind helping the little girl with her homework.
However, this kind of exercise is boring, and it is still very beneficial to students with poor foundation.
"Auntie, I'm the kind of person who cares about a portfolio. If our old man hadn't insisted that girls should have some artistic talent, I wouldn't have studied art."
Kou Kou Holding his chin with his hands, his face expressed resistance and criticism of feudal parents. "When the time comes, just find a school abroad that cooperates with the Myanmar government to get a bachelor's degree, or simply go to university in Yangon directly."
Also a popular girl in school.
The reason why Coco and Mona dislike each other is not simply because of the natural incompatibility between beautiful girls. What's more, their personalities are very different.
Compared with Mona, whose family owns a small jewelry store and is serious and persistent in everything she does, Kou Kou, who comes from a local noble family, obviously has more of a young lady's temper.
She has no pressure from life or society. She can study as she pleases and is more willful.
The enthusiasm came and I liked it very much. After two days, I started fishing for three days and drying the nets for two days.
Kou Kou not only studies art, but also has a background in dance. In her free time, I heard she also practiced fencing, played chess, took cooking classes, and sang vocals. Anyway, she has a long list of various talents on her resume. All kinds of weird and weird skills, most of them come to nothing.
"Can you do me a favor?"
Seeing Gu Weijing's hesitation, Kou Kou prayed pitifully, "I don't know if I have to finish the painting by myself until the Year of the Monkey."Yue, the cheerleading team is rehearsing tonight. "
"I'm the captain. If I'm late, huh, some little bitch will definitely be there and be weird. "Kou Kou's eyebrows are sharp.
Compared to art, Kou Kou actually prefers dancing. If her father hadn't stubbornly believed that "girls use sex to entertain people, what would it be like." ”
Miss Kou Kou probably attended a dance class back then.
From this point of view, Kou Kou has always criticized her father, who is a Yangon police inspector, as a feudal old man. Old-fashioned, that’s not wrong.
“Okay. "
Gu Weijing took the sketch paper from Kou Kou and took out the pencil sharpener to sharpen the pencil again.
"Use mine, use mine. "
Kou Kou was obviously excited. She stuffed a pencil over her and said with a smile, "Thank you, I will rely on you to cover my classwork from now on, great master." ”
The seats in the public art classroom are relatively empty, and the low voices between them are not heard by outsiders.
The classwork was contracted out, and Kou Kou was happy. A lot.
She hummed the tune of an unknown English song, dug into her small bag, and took out a glass jar.
The jar is not big, only the size of a mineral water bottle.
It contains a small half bottle of bear biscuits with a surface texture similar to waffles. It looks really cute.
"I am. It’s not for nothing that I asked you to do my homework for me. I’ll treat you to cookies. I made them myself. "
Koko wiped the graphite powder on the pencil on her hand with a paper towel, and took out a cookie from the glass bottle with her thumb and index finger.
"You continue to draw. Paint, I'm in a hurry, open your mouth. ”
Before Gu Weijing could react, the girl beside him stuffed a biscuit into his mouth like feeding a stray cat on the street.
The tip of Gu Weijing’s pen was slightly There was a pause.
He knew that Kou Kou had always been very bold, and it was easy to be very intimate with the same sex or the opposite sex.
With the open campus atmosphere of the international middle school. Speaking of which, this was far from out of the ordinary.
But when those pink-coated fingertips passed over the tip of his nose, the muscles on his body still stiffened for a moment. < /p>
The next second,
Gu Weijing no longer felt embarrassed
Because there was a choking feeling flowing down his mouth and straight into his trachea. It was as if he had been hit hard by a boxer.
Gu Wei's mind went blank, and only the smell of spicy spices filled his mouth.
He started coughing violently.
“Hey, although I haven’t had a cooking class for a long time, your reaction is too much. Is it so unpalatable? ”
Looking at Gu Weijing’s search for water, Kouko muttered dissatisfiedly.
She also threw it into her mouth.A biscuit.
After chewing a few times, the girl’s expression also changed. She grimaced and spit out the biscuit in her mouth in a tissue on the side.
"Sorry, sorry, I should have put the wrong pepper. Damn it, I made the wrong measurement of the recipe." Koko apologized profusely and handed over a bottle of mineral water.
Hell,
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