Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 974: A True Beast

In previous years, Wu Ziyun would never get involved in the gatherings of the art group. Although he is the vice president, he doesn't like doing things that require organizing many people.

And the reason why he took over this matter this year was entirely for Peng Peng.

He hopes to take this opportunity to let Pengpeng know more seniors in the art world, and at the same time learn something from them.

He told Zhang Zhong earlier that the reason why so many people came this time was because others knew that Peng Peng and Zhang Zhong were here, but it was not entirely true. Many of the people who came today were all for him, Wu Ziyun. .

Pengpeng lived up to Wu Ziyun's painstaking efforts, and watched these seniors and sisters draw very seriously.

Wu Ziyun still held her at first, but later let her go alone.

And he walked to the steps and stood with Zhang Zhong.

From the time they started painting, Zhang Zhong came to the stairs. The terrain here is relatively high, and everyone's drawing board can be seen clearly.

Seeing Wu Ziyun approaching, Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "I guess they didn't expect to come here today and take an exam."

Wu Ziyun smiled and waved his hands, "It's not an exam, it's just for fun."

"I think they don't take this as a joke at all, and they all work very hard." Zhang Zhong said.

"Actually half an hour is really short, no matter how fast a person can finish a complete oil painting in half an hour." Wu Ziyun said.

Zhang nodded and said, "At a time like this, if you want to stand out from the crowd, you have to be slanted. By the way, Teacher Wu, do you know that student who hasn't written for a long time?"

Wu Ziyun searched in the crowd, found the person Zhang Zhong mentioned, and said with a smile: "Of course I know him, he is Hu Hai."

"Hu Hai?" Zhang Zhong was taken aback.

Seeing Zhang Zhong's surprised expression, Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "Well, it's Hu Hai, with the same character, and it's his original name, which was given by his parents."

"Then his parents are really interesting." Zhang Zhong said.

The name Hu Hai happened to hit a celebrity, if it was an ordinary celebrity, it would be fine, but it happened to be Qin Er Shi, the Qin Er Shi who died of Qin Er Shi.

"His parents have a poor history, so they didn't know that there was a person named Hu Hai in ancient times. They heard that Hu Hai was born in the time of Hai, so they named him Hu Hai." Wu Ziyun said.

Zhang Chong expressed that he didn't quite understand it. He felt that in modern times, a person who knew what time Haishi was had never heard of Huhai, the second emperor of the Qin Dynasty, was a bit unthinkable.

At the same time, he was also glad that Hu Hai was born a little earlier and not in Zishi, otherwise it would be more interesting to call him "beard".

"I think he seems to have a plan in mind." Zhang Zhong said.

Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "Perhaps, Hu Hai has never taken an unusual path. As you said, he likes to take a slanted edge. His works are bold in color, bold in lines, and have a strong personal expressionism."

"fauvism?"

"Well, Fauvism."

Zhang Zhong looked at Pengpeng and laughed, watching the fake Fauvism meet the real Fauvism.

The current Fauvism is very different from the Fauvism at the beginning of the last century. The current Fauvism will be more or less influenced by Cubism.

If you use Huaxia's words to describe the pursuit of Fauvism, it is a great sound. Fauvism painters don't like too many complicated things, they like to make the painting simpler.

This is very different from the hyper-realism of Wu Ziyun.

Now Zhang Chong somewhat understands why Hu Hai is so unhurried. After all, their Fauvist paintings are more "simple". directly on the drawing board.

There is no need to think too much about the lines, as the painting is what it is, and the emphasis is on personal expression.

It was about the last 15 minutes that Hu Hai started to write.

And he came from behind, before others finished painting, he had already stopped.

Seeing him stop writing, Zhang Zhong walked down the stairs very curiously, and walked over, Wu Ziyun also followed.

After approaching, Zhang Zhong could only see the paint piled up one by one on the drawing board, as if there was no method at all, like a child's graffiti.

He thought for a while, stepped back a few steps, found a suitable angle, and then saw something different.

The original blocks of paint suddenly became vivid, like a person, some loose, some anxious, and some sad and inexplicable.

It's just such a piece of paint, even if you look closely, you can't see the shape. You can only feel what is in the painting with the blurred light, let alone see the facial expression clearly.

Some people may say, isn't this Impressionism?Relying on the hazy light produces a kind of paradoxical feeling.

However, this is somewhat different from Impressionism. Impressionism emphasizes the use of light, but this painting by Hu Hai does not use any light at all. The color blocks are clearly separated and the contrast is strong. Use lines and color contrasts to reflect personal emotions.

Zhang Zhong approached Hu Hai again, and Hu Hai was drinking water from a teacup.

"What you painted seems to be the scene in the Fengyue exhibition hall?" Zhang Zhong stood beside Hu Hai and asked.

Hu Hai turned his head slightly, saw Zhang Zhong was beside him, quickly put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "Mr. Zhang has sharp eyes, and what I drew is exactly the scene next to him."

"It's very interesting." Zhang Zhong said.

Hu Hai laughed and said, "I think your sentence is very interesting and very interesting."

"It's really interesting." Zhang nodded his head, but he didn't know whether he was referring to Hu Hai's paintings or Hu Hai's words.

Wu Ziyun said beside him, "Your level is getting higher and higher. You used to be arrogant, but now you seem to be able to take it easy. There are a lot of things I need to learn from this painting."

"Mr. Wu, you are laughing at the graffiti work." Hu Hai said modestly.

Wu Ziyun waved his hand, "This shouldn't be what you said, and this painting is really good. It's really not easy to draw such a painting so quickly."

"I am taking advantage of this kind of short-term painting, and the victory is invincible." Hu Hai said.

Wu Ziyun smiled and pressed his hands, "Oh, don't rush to say that the victory is not martial, the time has not yet come, the result has not yet come out, you may not be the winner, and it is too late to say the feeling of winning in advance early."

"That's right, it's me, Meng Lang." Hu Hai said.

"You have indeed changed a lot."

Wu Ziyun was just joking. In fact, he also thinks that Hu Hai's painting will be the most brilliant today. There should be no other works that stand out more than his painting.

(End of this chapter)