Soul Painter

On the second day and the third day... Gao Fan copied "The Gates of Hell" at the exhibition for a week, and the old man came here every now and then to wander around, sometimes by himself, sometimes with his beautiful granddaughter.

The old man is also arrogant. He obviously admires Gao Fan, otherwise he would not have come to the art exhibition. He just stood behind Gao Fan and watched for half an hour. The painting is bad, the colors are a mess, but the overall layout is worth seeing.

"Boy, you have to learn from Holbein. Take a good look at his lines and style. Now what are you drawing? It's pretentious and worthless!"

"My idol is Mondrian. It is so exhausting to learn from Holbein." Gao Fan said slowly.

Mondrian is the artist who only painted red, yellow and blue grids in his later years, and then he was able to fetch sky-high prices.

"I want to run before I have learned to walk, you can't teach a child!" The old man slammed his cane on the ground and left angrily.

Gao Fan fell silent.

Because this is a critical moment.

After a week of copying, the SAN value collected by Gao Fan has reached 98/100. Sure enough, the painting "The Gate of Hell" has magical power, and the sample of characters that Gao Fan copied from it has reached 23 indivual.

Since the art exhibition is not allowed to hold any more exhibitions, these small samples can only be listed in Gao Fan's school dormitory. Unfortunately, after leaving the original "Gate of Hell", those small samples are just distorted human faces. Can not reduce the role of SAN value.

Gao Fan feels that "The Gates of Hell" depicts despair, and under the background and influence of this original work, the audience will have the feeling of "sanity being polluted" to the distorted human figure copied by Gao Fan.

In other words, Gao Fan actually stood on the shoulders of his predecessors in order to spread despair to the world.

Gao Fan was very grateful to this unknown senior master.

After a week of copying, Gao Fan reconfirmed that the artist who painted the "Gate of Hell" was a master, a master who combined Chinese and Western styles.

It must be someone like Xu Beihong... probably, Gao Fan doesn't have such a wide field of vision at present, and he can't judge.

Gao Fan has always been known as talented. It is true that he likes oil painting, but he does not have much enthusiasm for the over-emphasized oil painting skills. Still life painting is the homework he hates the most, um, except for "Boiled Bananas" , so the old man said that he lacked basic skills, and he had no face to deny it.

In short, the SNA value is now 98/100. Like a spider waiting for its prey to take the bait, Gao Fan is lying between his three works which he called "Sketches of All Beings in Hell", waiting for curious humans to pollute their spirits .

The reason for only displaying three is that there are no more.

Gao Fan tried to show all the results and was 'demolished' by the security guards.

Because if there are more than ten paintings, it is equivalent to opening a small art exhibition for yourself in the exhibition hall.

At that time, the students saw Gao Fan doing this, and their eyes lit up. There is such a shameless and effective method. After all, the three words 'opening an exhibition' are the highest achievement in life for any student of the Academy of Fine Arts. .

So watching Gao Fan's 'painting exhibition' being dismantled by the security guards, everyone laughed at Gao Fan while showing regretful expressions.

On the cliff of "The Gates of Hell", there are a total of 23 people, and now Gao Fan has copied the last one, and now, the number of people visiting the art exhibition has become less and less, and there are still three days before the end of the art exhibition.

Gao Fan didn't know whether he could get the remaining 2 points of SAN in these three days.

At this time, another sense of oppression came from behind.

Gao Fan thought it was the old man who came again.

This old man's spirit is extremely strong, he stared at Gao Fan for a week, and didn't even contribute a single bit of SAN value to Gao Fan, which really made Gao Fan a little annoyed, thinking about whether to put the taboo thing under the bed in the dormitory at the bottom of the box " Bidisc Trematode" was brought to the old man to taste.

But... something is wrong.

Gao Fan heard some heavy breathing.

It sounded a bit like... a thirsty dog.

He turned his head in surprise, and saw a 'strange man' wearing a hat.

It was early summer in June, but he was wearing a black windbreaker and a black round-brimmed hat, hiding his face low under the brim of the hat. Gao Fan could see his nose and mouth through the faint sunlight from outside the exhibition hall. Presents a weird protrusion.

He stood there, tall and tall.

Like a mountain that suddenly appeared.

Not only did it block the sun, it even made Gao Fan feel a little cold.

The strange man stood there looking at the paintings on the wall, as if fascinated, and at the same time made a 'hissing' excited sound from his mouth and nose.

Gao Fan turned his body quietly, trying to see the portrait of this person more clearly, but he failed, because the strange man gave him a sudden look, then turned around and left, striding forward, because he was walking too fast, He also hit a security guard.

The security guard was also tall and burly, but he staggered and almost flew up when he was hit by the strange man.

"Hey! Stop! Who are you?" The security guard chased after him.

But the weirdo ran faster and faster, and soon disappeared from Gao Fan's sight.

And Gao Fan is still in a strange state of horror at this moment, because at that moment just now, he seemed to see the strange man's face clearly. Is that...a dog's face?

The teeth are protruding, the jaw is set back, and the eyes are like cold topaz.

This...how much car accident would it take to be disfigured like this? Gao Fan pinched his chin and thought, maybe this face will be a bit shocking when painted?

The eighth day of the exhibition passed, and when the museum closed, Gao Fan finally got the 99th/100th SAN value from a mother who brought her daughter to visit.

When the mother looked at Gao Fan's paintings and murmured, "It's so disgusting", the five-year-old daughter asked Gao Fan with great interest, "Brother, are you playing a prank?" '

Innocent children can always see through the truth of the world.

The museum was closed, and Gao Fan took the easel on his shoulders and took the bus all the way back to Tianmei.

Back in the dormitory, I happened to see Lin Senhao, who was in the same dormitory, also there.

Tianmei’s art students share a dormitory for two, but either the smaller the number of dorms, the worse the relationship, or the art students are more independent. Anyway, Gao Fan and Lin Senhao don’t like each other, and they fight neither salty nor light. After saying hello, Gao Fan took out this week's harvest from under the bed and put it on display.

It feels like putting together a puzzle.

In addition to painting the twenty-three faces, Gao Fan also painted other parts, because copying is considered a class, and homework is due. Now this "Gate of Hell" is broken down into fifty yuan, one by one. Once combined, it becomes a copy of ten times the area.

"The 'Anonymous' painting you drew?" Lin Senhao asked.

"Well, you are facing the cold army?" Gao Fan glanced at Lin Senhao's work, a hyper-realistic painting.

This is enough to explain where the problem between the two lies. Impressionism and realism are natural enemies.