Soul Painter

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Gao Fan successfully drew his tenth line on the two white walls facing each other.

If it is the first line, there is still not much difference.

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

"It's very different, right?" Gao Fan said to the old butler who came to deliver the food.

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

"It's very different~" Gao Fan gestured, he ran to the east wall first, and said: "This is Monet. These lines are rhythmic and thorough, covering every possibility. It will show that the elk cat is in Greatness in different time and space dimensions!"

Gao Fan ran to the west wall and even climbed onto the scaffolding: "This is me. All the lines are confusing. You can not only see, but also touch and hear them. You listen, this is the sound of music. , Powerful and great, wonderful and elf~"

The old housekeeper looked at the two walls seriously, and shook his head seriously. He didn't know how to paint, otherwise he would not be commissioned to carry out this task. After all, if he really realized how great this matter was, then there would be a leak. Possibly, SUNCLUB will not appoint an art critic to take care of Gao Fan.

"You wash your hands, then let's have a meal." said the old butler.

"With all due respect, you don't know anything about art." Gao Fan said in a dull voice. He climbed down the scaffolding, took the towel from the old housekeeper, wiped the black lead dust on his hand, and opened the food box. A plate of dumplings stuffed with cheese.

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

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

"I heard that your country has a habit of eating dumplings when there are customers." said the old butler.

"How can there be this habit... You are talking about'Shangma Dumplings and Xia Ma Noodles', right? First, we eat dumplings when we are leaving. Second, the guests eat dumplings instead of the host. Finally, our dumplings are pork and green onions. Stuffing.” Although it was unpalatable, Gao Fan still swallowed the whole plate in a few bites. Now that he had a direction, he had to hurry up to create.

Until he climbed up the scaffolding again, he asked: "Who is coming? Ms. J·K?"

"No, it's Mr. George Baselitz and a lady, but not Ms. J.K. It's another lady named Anna Armas." said the old butler.

"Anna Armas?" Gao Fan repeated the name, the human skin in the Secret Realm of Cats faintly appeared in front of him, and he shook his head again, it was fake.

Master George and his apprentice are coming, why are they here?

Isn't this place strictly confidential and cannot be easily reached, lest it attract the attention of gravediggers?

Gao Fan shook his head again and threw his doubts out of his mind. This was easy, because the next moment, he entered the study of Monet again.

Yes, it's learning, not replicating.

This is the direction that Gao Fan found to solve the split and irreconcilable problem between the two master skills he possessed.

Because of Monet’s pen, Gao Fan knew very well about the “micro” master skills of the Impressionists. He knew every moment of its birth, transition, development, and maturity. He had to compare his own Demon School’s “distorted” painting method, stroke by stroke. , Combining the'distortion' with the'microscopic'.

The way he thought of was to use two different skills to create two portraits of moose cats.

Through this kind of ‘contrastive creation’, I can paint the most complex objects that Gao Fan has come into contact with, and he can improve his painting skills.

Whether it can be done is still unknown.

But full of challenges.

In this process, the skill of "distortion" should not increase, but after the third day of the start of "contrastive creation", the skill value of the three major items of Gao Fan's painting has improved to varying degrees, which proves that he is on the right path. Yes, in the terms of the Chinese painting industry, it is antique but not ancient, turning Monet's amazing master craftsmanship into Gao Fan's own thing.

Turn Monet into a noble whetstone.

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

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

You have to climb up too.

...

That night.

George Baselitz and Anna Armas arrive at the Unknown Manor.

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

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

Crazy creation, but the progress is too slow... George Baselitz thought.

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

Anna Armas nodded in agreement.

When passing by the purple lavender sea, the two of them did not stop. George Baselitz was upset. After Anna Armas' black-rimmed glasses, he seemed to ignore all the beauty.

In the church, the two saw Gao Fan slowly depicting against the snow-white wall. Standing on the scaffolding, he was drawing a very long line. This line runs through the entire elk cat statue, which is part of his body structure. Support the lines.

However, Gao Fan chose to create a huge creation with a height of three meters, so Gao Fan first raised his hand, then squatted down, and finally leaned over, then jumped off the scaffolding, and continued to extend the line to the bottom. In the whole process, This line is stable and smooth, showing a wonderful sense of rhythm and segmentation.

Throughout the process, George Baselitz and Anna Armas, who can ignore the beautiful lavender sea of ​​flowers~www.readwn.com~ Their eyes follow this magical line all the way down, they stop, Holding their breath, it was like witnessing a great project. It was not until Gao Fan waved his hand to end the line that they realized that their lives needed air.

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

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

Then he was taken aback again, because he saw Anna Armas, with short hair and black-rimmed glasses, with an involuntary cringe in her expression. It seemed that the world scared her. From the perspective of perception, it was actually different from The gravedigger appeared to be exactly the same, but looking closely, Gao Fan realized that it was still different, at least the size of the body was different.

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

"I heard the sound of the bell, Huang Zhongdalu's voice, when this line was extended." Anna Amaz was so confused that she walked to the elk cat portrait with eleven lines, her eyes Flashing light: "Why? How is this done?"