God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 439

Tang Xianhai frowned immediately when he heard what Xu Jingxing said, "This pot is in the shape of a gourd. If you want to paint on it, wouldn't it be good to draw a gourd vine?"

Xu Jingxing smiled, "It's not impossible, but that's just the most conventional method. It's just following the trend. It's meaningless. Instead of painting some gourd and vines, it's better not to paint them, unless you can draw those gourds and vines to perfection."

"Then if you don't paint gourds and vines, what are you painting?" Tang Xianhai wanted to argue, but when he thought that the young man in his early twenties in front of him had many times more attainments in painting than him, he tactfully threw out the difficult problem.

"Actually, there are many things that can be drawn, it depends on whether you can draw," Xu Jingxing said with a smile.

"Wrong, it's up to you, I've already given you the carving knife," Tang Xianhai also laughed, "Hurry up, let me open my eyes."

Xu Jingxing thought for a while, but put down the metal carving knife, and took out a steel needle from Tang Xianhai's toolbox. This steel needle was used for piercing holes, and it was much thicker than ordinary sewing needles. Still pretty sharp.

He tested the sharpness of the needle tip with the ball of his index finger, nodded in satisfaction, then bent down under Tang Xianhai's and An Xin's surprised gazes, pinched the steel needle and pointed it at the semi-finished gourd pot, just like a villain. .

Of course, he didn't stab it so hard, instead he just touched the water like a dragonfly. The needle point and the body of the pot were closed immediately, leaving only a tiny pinhole, no, to be precise, it was a needle pit. Smaller, just as big as a needle tip anyway, you won't notice their existence unless you look closely.

Tang Xianhai and An Xin on the side were a little puzzled, and Tang Xianhai even asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, just look at it, you'll understand what I'm doing later," he replied with a smile without looking up, the steel needle in his hand was like a sewing needle on a sewing machine, and the bullying speed was getting faster and faster. The faster, in the end, his movements were so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly, only his arms were shaking in small but rapid ups and downs, and those who didn't know thought he was swinging.

After a few minutes, there are more and more needle pits on the surface of the gourd. A single needle pit is very inconspicuous, but when so many are densely packed together, it is very obvious.

Feeling a little drowsy in his arms, he stopped and took a half step to the side, tilted his head and looked at his work. After seeing the needle hole that looked like a ball of ink, he nodded in satisfaction. The effect was very good, even Some were beyond his expectations.

Tang Xianhai's eyes froze, "This, this, how did you do it?"

"Didn't you see it all? It's just like that," he laughed.

"But, this is amazing, how did you come up with the idea of ​​drawing with a needle?"

"Isn't that unusual? I remember that the working principle of some special printing machines is like this, and even normal painting, no matter what tool is used, whether it is a line or a surface, is composed of more subtle dots , My point is just a little bit bigger, the principle is the same.”

"However, you are the only one who can apply this principle in practice." Tang Xianhai still couldn't believe his eyes, "I have seen all kinds of painting methods, but painting with needles is the first. This is the first time I’ve seen it, it’s amazing, the most important thing is that the effect is very good, the smudge effect that can only be seen on rice paper is pierced on the surface of the purple sand ware, I really admire it!”

Xu Jingxing didn't expect that Tang Xianhai would lose his composure in such a way that he had an idea. He was a little proud for a while. This kind of creativity and imagination cannot be given by Ruyi Gloves. It is entirely the result of his accumulation. Of course, he can also be said talent is better.

But no matter what, he has indeed created a brand new genre. Although it may be just an opportunistic trail in the eyes of some people, it can still bring him a lot of halo bonus. If you don’t believe me, just look at Tang Xianhai’s reaction Just know.

Tang Xianhai was not a rookie like An Xin, but a well-informed old Jianghu. If such an old Jianghu admired him to the point of worship, it was not difficult to predict that his skill had great promise.

However, modesty still requires modesty. He laughed and followed Tang Xianhai’s words: “Actually, this technique is the same as sand painting. Just imagine the needle pits as grains of sand. Those sand painting artists can use sand to draw such wonderful paintings. , there is no reason why I can’t do it with a needle pit.”

Tang Xianhai just shook his head, looked at it carefully for a few minutes, and took a photo with a magnifying glass and a bright flashlight, and then sighed: "You, everything is fine, but you are too modest, you say it is like a sand painting , It sounds right, but making sand paintings is actually the same as making ordinary paintings, except that the ink is replaced by sand, the brush is removed, and painting is done directly by hand, grabbing a handful of sand.”

"However, the difficulty of your needle painting is much higher, because you are equivalent to holding grains of sand and placing them on the plane. Among other things, the requirements for eyesight, wrist strength and concentration are not ordinary people. It can be achieved, not to mention that you can arrange it so finely." Tang Xianhai said with emotion: "I just saw that the needle holes you pierced were not randomly crowded together, but quite orderly. The density of the needle holes The degree and shades are quite natural."

"The shallower the needle pits, the larger the spacing between the needle pits, so that the color looks lighter; the deeper the needle pits, the smaller the spacing, and the darker the color. It is precisely because of this change that these needle pits appear in the The surface of the purple sand ware shows such a smudge effect, and most importantly, this color change from light to dark is very natural, almost exactly the same as the ink painting on rice paper."

"To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it was done by human beings. Most people may not understand it, but those of us who are engaged in arts and crafts are very clear about how difficult this job is. Just controlling the spacing between those needle pits is enough to make most art workers dizzy, let alone control the depth of the needle pits."

It seems that Tang Xianhai's stimulation was really strong, and he babbled a lot of nonsense like a chatterbox.There are only three people here, who is Tang Xianhai talking about?Xu Jingxing?Wrong, in fact, it is more like talking to himself, because he needs to find a reasonable explanation for himself.

Sure enough, after Tang Xianhai finished talking, his whole body was not as excited as before. He straightened up and shook his head, "Seeing a rising star like you, I understand what it means to mean that the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave, and the front wave died on the beach. Compared with a young man like you, an old man like me is no different from a waste."

(End of this chapter)