Almighty painter

Chapter 675 Candles
[Sketch Technique: Level 6 Professional Level 9721 (50000/)]

Gu Weijing glanced at the experience value prompt on the system panel and looked at the trajectory drawn by the pencil on the paper.

The lines are very...accurate.

In fact, you don't need a third-level profession.

The previous Lv.5 level professional sketching technique was already very accurate in terms of using the pen to depict shapes.

It should be curved, and it should be straight.

Gu Weijing feels that every transition of brushstrokes and the depiction of shapes can be considered both precise and capable.

The difference is that Lv.6, as the last realm of the professional painter stage in the system panel, has already stood in front of the door to the master's realm.

The realm of the master.

The Zhou Li says, "The master is in charge of the six tones and six harmonies to harmonize the sounds of yin and yang."

The Buddhist scriptures say, "Only those who can understand all the things that should and should not be done can be called masters."

Painters are neither the head of the music officials in charge of music and rituals in the Zhou Li, nor are they monks or Taoists in Buddhism and Taoism.

But in every walk of life.

People's definition of "master" is always similar. Even a cook like Pao Ding can make sonorous sounds that conform to the correct music and etiquette when cutting beef with a knife.

When an artist understands the rhythm of all lines and the rules of brushstrokes on a drawing board in front of him, he knows without thinking what should be painted and what should not be painted.

What needs to be modified, what needs to be deleted, what lines are not pure enough...all the rules are in my mind.

Use the brush to combine the sound of yin and yang, the shape of yin and yang——

Only then can you become a master.

This is the realm of the top shining stars in the history of art. It is also the distant destination that every art student who has great ambitions on the road of painting has dreamed of since childhood.

For an ordinary painter to go from the moment he holds a brush for the first time to the moment he steps into that high and brightly lit palace, he may have to climb very high steps and spend dozens of years or even decades honing his skills day after day.

It is very likely that after spending hundreds or thousands of paintings, you look up and find that there are still mountains and clouds ahead, and you don't know where to go.

Or you may have wasted half your life and finally reached a high place, but when you reached out to touch it, you found that it was just a mirage, a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror.

You take a step forward and try to walk in, but those exquisite palaces disappear like mist.

Suddenly, I realized that I had turned into the wrong path when I was walking in the mountains many years ago.

Art is such a cruel thing.

When ten thousand art students hold a pen for the first time in their ignorance, it is destined that only one among them can truly touch the door of that glorious hall.

A master should be a wise man chosen from thousands.

As for the rest, they can only be boys and mortals who listen to the teachings of the sage.

But no matter how high the mountain is, how difficult the road is, how elusive it is to find the palaces of master-level art.

For Lv.6 painters.

It's all within reach.

The mountain was a thousand feet high, and they had already crossed it.

There were ten thousand steps here, and they climbed over ten thousand steps.

Some people may have a magic brush of Ma Liang in their hands, and they can paint with it, drawing Maoshan paper horses and ladders to the blue sky. Some are even lucky enough to have an old immortal sitting in the palace take a liking to them, float down on a lotus cloud, and take them flying with him.

At a young age, I strolled leisurely and took a quick look at the flowers, and finally arrived at the top of the mountain.

For example, Picasso won the gold medal at the Madrid National Art Exhibition at the age of 16, Titian and Raphael became famous in Florence in their twenties and even became the three great masters of the Renaissance, and Wang Ximeng, the genius painter who painted "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"...

of course.

There is also Tang Ning, who is also around 20 years old and won the highest gold medal at the Shanghai Biennale.

Some people rely on hard work, climbing one step at a time, step by step, and when they reach the top of the mountain, they are already in their twilight years, with gray hair.

None of this matters.

No matter how they climbed the mountain.

What’s important is that they have arrived here and are standing in front of the gate.

Even those who are very old and have just reached this point, looking down, will see that they are better off than those who died of old age on this road, those who slipped and fell halfway up, and those who lost their way in the clouds.

Compared to Gu Tongxiang, who has been learning art since childhood, his talent for painting may not be that good, but it can't be said to be bad either. However, he is distracted by too many worldly things and family matters. He is over 60 years old, his hair is bald, and he can only wander around in the middle of the mountain humming and groaning.

At best, they are just the unlucky ones among the lucky ones.

They are all lucky people too.

They are only one last threshold away from the highest palace of art.

Perhaps at this point, many people will stand at this last threshold until they die of old age, or they may be blown down the mountainside by the strong wind from the top of the mountain.

It could also be that one is too talented, the brush is too hard; one's teacher is too good, the old immortal's clouds are too powerful; or even simply too lucky, and one's fate is too smooth.

Just like Tangning, she continued to walk past it nonchalantly.

In her early twenties, she drove the convertible sports car that her teacher had ordered from England as a prize gift for her, and passed by the Huangpu River, feeling the river breeze. Her words and brows were filled with indescribable youthful romance and carefree frivolity.

These are not critical.

The point is, they are standing here at this moment.

Everyone standing here knows clearly that the door in front of them is real.

They can see the golden door nails and thick wood grain of the temple in front of them, smell the colorful paint on the wood grain, and even hear the fairy music or Sanskrit chanting coming from the crack of the door.

Each of them knows that this is not self-righteousness or self-pity.

The true palace of art is already right in front of them.

They did not get lost, did not go astray, and did not waste too much time among the flowers, birds, fish and insects on the road.

They are on the right track.

They were standing in front of the Great Leiyin Temple of art history or the gate of King Solomon’s Golden Palace.

"If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening."

You can feel the weight of the door with your fingers, and see the scene inside for a moment through the gap in the door with your eyes.

Can go here. ——

It itself is the ultimate embrace for every traveler on the road of art.

As far as pure sketching techniques are concerned.

Gu Weijing discovered that there was not much difference in pen proficiency between Lv.6 sketching techniques and Lv.5 sketching techniques.

Or.

There is nothing left for it to improve upon.

Having reached the third professional level, his proficiency in using the pen, the way he writes, the thickness of the ink lines and other details have gradually become perfect and have begun to reach a "peak" in a certain sense.

But this does not mean that there is not much difference between Lv.6 works and Lv.5 works.

Compared with the previous improvement in accuracy of simply using a pen.

This improvement is more macro and more fundamental.

Compared with Lv.5 sketching, Lv.6 sketching technique can make Gu Weijing draw better rather than more "accurate".

The word "good" is too broad.

So you can say that.

The third-level professional sketching can make Gu Weijing's brushstrokes more "solid".

The sun shines on my face and my body gradually becomes warm.

The moon fell into the water, floating down and sinking quietly.

And he can use a pencil to outline the "warmth" of the sun and the "darkness" of the moon.

This kind of warmth, this kind of heaviness, are originally invisible and intangible, not to mention any lines or outlines.

But you can feel their weight on the paper.

It may be a bit of an exaggeration to say that it is an outline.

Level 6 sketching technique is not enough to fully create such a mysterious feeling on paper.

But Gu Weijing has gradually begun to feel and touch such an illusory concept with the lines of his pen.

Use the most straightforward description.

Level 6 sketching technique cannot help Gu Weijing draw an egg more round.

but--

Level 6 sketching technique allows Gu Weijing to draw an egg that looks more like an egg.

Gu Weijing recalled the feeling of being able to look down on everything from a high vantage point when he used Menzel's two system skills, "Basic Experience of Painting" and "Real World".

For an instant.

Gu Weijing then understood.

From depicting form with form and depicting form with line, to depicting spirit with form and depicting spirit with line... this is the biggest qualitative change for a professional painter to reach the level of a master.

Now that my sketching skills have reached level 6, I have begun to slowly touch upon this level.

Gu Weijing raised his head and looked at Miss Koko.

Miss Koko is a very bright girl.

When she was in the studio, wearing a skirt and modeling for Katsuko Sakai, Gu Weijing felt that she was like a flowing rouge glow.

That touch of rouge, since it can flow under Ms. Sakai's pen, can also flow under his pen.

But the way the art flows in the two paintings is completely different.

In Katsuko Sakai's oil paintings, Koko is bright, hazy, and illusory.

That quick glimpse between the swaying leaves.

The forest princess among the fleeting lights and shadows.

Tempting and fascinating.

In Gu Weijing's writing, the dancing girl is majestic, precise and real.

Her toes, her fingers, her hips, legs and abdomen, the curves of her body...all her physical senses were accurately captured by Gu Weijing's pen tip.

Such a stream of light does not make people feel tempted.

in contrast.

It feels cleansing.

Ballet itself is a religious art form. On the stage, dancers may want to express some secular, earthly emotions full of love and desire.

But ballet training requires actors to give their all and focus fully on every movement. It requires dancers to mobilize their entire bodies and exercise thousands of times to develop the best dance posture.

The best dancers are like the best sketches.

All the movements and all the lines are simple and refined, without any redundancy.

So ballet teachers will tell their students that perhaps ballet performances can arouse people's feelings and desires under certain circumstances.

But even the most sensual movements, when expressed by the dancer's body, should be graceful and noble.

It represents the conflict between body and soul, between the earthly and the heavenly.

Ballet is an idealized art that was born out of contradiction.

Actors are angels.

Gu Weijing doesn’t understand ballet, nor does he understand Swan Lake.

He just felt that Koko's dance was not like "The Four Little Swans" or "The Nutcracker" that he had watched on TV.

From the music to the posture.

"The Four Little Swans" and "The Nutcracker" are both joyful and cheerful dances.

Gu Weijing even once thought that ballet should be something joyful and cheerful.

Watching a group of handsome men and beautiful women wearing various dance dresses jumping on the stage should make people feel happy.

His layman's understanding is not necessarily too far-fetched. If we trace back to the origins of ballet, in the era when European princes of the Renaissance and French monarchs of the Bourbon dynasty liked to cover themselves with all kinds of gold to play Apollo, and let many beautiful young ladies hang feathers on their bodies and dance around them - most of the most classical ballet repertoires were indeed joyful and cheerful.

But Koko's dance now was not happy.

She only makes people feel sad.

A solemn, noble sorrow.

Gu Weijing put down the sketch board in his hand and looked at Koko quietly.

She seemed to have skipped to the end of the scene.

The body suddenly changes from extreme movement to extreme stillness.

The girl stood up, raised her hands, palms facing each other, like a dying swan suddenly spreading its wings.

Then slowly, slowly, slowly he stretched one leg straight, bent the other leg, and knelt down.

……

"Gu Weijing, do you know what the fourth act of Swan Lake is?" Koko stared at the young man and asked softly.

Gu Weijing shook his head.

……

"The prince and princess found that they were powerless to fight against the devil's magic, but they were unwilling to compromise, so they embraced each other, turned around and jumped into the raging lake behind them."

"This is the death of a noble swan."

——Moscow Ballet Theater·Drama Review
……

Koko didn't answer.

She reached out and loosened the hairband on top of her head, and her straight black hair fell down like a piece of silk satin, fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

Koko bent over and tilted her body, with her right arm raised high against her ear. Her whole body was stretched into a flawless arc, and she gently leaned back.
From Gu Weijing's perspective.

It was as if in the vast and empty night, there was a beautiful root stretching into the void, and her outstretched arms seemed to be reaching for the moon in the sky, or the moon in the water.

The moonlight was like water, and the moonlight shining on her head and neck was also as clear as water.

Her noble and dignified body, her noble and dignified beauty, her noble and dignified sorrow, seemed like the most mysterious lines in the world, connecting two streaks of moonlight.

"hug me."

Koko said to Gu Weijing.

then.

This girl, with a clear mind like water, fell into the lake behind her without looking back or hesitation.

"Hello, Koko?"

Gu Weijing was stunned.

"Hey, Gu Weijing, I baked some cookies at home, do you want some?"

"La la la, my father said that if an ordinary person becomes rich in a short period of time, then he is most likely not on the right path. Especially in a place like Myanmar, so, which type are you?"

"Don't be afraid, Miss Koko will protect you."

"Gu Weijing, I'm so happy that you can come today. You don't know how happy I was when I saw you under the piano."

"Write an IOU, be a lifelong friend, and be a puppy if you lie."

"Gu Weijing, I'm here to save you."

……

Sentence by sentence, sound by sound.

That bright girl-like woman, all the words she said to him, echoed in his ears like thousands of music boxes playing at the same time.

It was as if countless bubbles were suspended in the moonlight, and the girl's shadow was reflected on each one.

The girl blowing bubbles.

The girl who baked cookies for her.

The girl who jumped down from the campus corridor holding a big iron umbrella and pulled him into her arms.

The girl who hugged him and cried.

The girl dancing in the moonlight.

……

"puff!"

The sound of falling into the water was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap, piercing all the bubbles suspended around and turning them into illusory shadows.

Gu Weijing didn't want to think about anything anymore.

His mind went blank. He ran forward a few steps and then jumped into the lake.

The lake was empty under the night light, the hazy moonlight was still there, but the girl who had just jumped down had disappeared.

Gu Weijing was paddling in the lake like a dog.

He felt very cold, his heart was cold, his limbs were numb, and his whole body was penetrated by a huge emotion.

He was at a loss.

He was so anxious that he wanted to swim to the moon and get Koko back, but he was also so anxious that he just wanted to cry bitterly.

"Hey, Gu Weijing, I'm here."

Behind me, someone chuckled.

Gu Weijing turned his head as if he had been electrocuted. Koko was lying under the wooden planks of the dock, her wet hair stuck to her forehead, looking at him with a smile.

Gu Weijing seemed to have lost all his strength.

All of a sudden he seemed to collapse in the water, gasping for breath.

He wanted to cry.

He wanted to laugh again.

In an instant, he felt a great happiness as if he had survived a disaster.

In the end, he laughed.

He looked at Koko and smiled.

Koko also looked at him and smiled.

"Now, do you still think that life is so meaningless?" Koko asked softly.

Gu Weijing shook his head.

He wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that there was nothing to say.

Koko only used one dance and one leap without hesitation to tell him everything.

Use beauty to overcome human insignificance.

Use great emotions to penetrate all the nothingness in the world.

Koko looked at Gu Weijing.

She is a person who dares to love and hate, and fights for everything on her own.

Love with all its might.

Gritting his teeth in hatred.

Never drag your feet.

These days, when Katsuko Sakai and Gu Weijing were together in the studio, Koko always deliberately kept a distance from Gu Weijing.

Koko will write her love for someone on her face.

She will come to feed you cookies, tease you, hug you, and rub against you at every turn.

cute".

"Love" is to be held in your arms, hidden in your heart, and watched slowly by yourself.

Especially lonely love.

Mr. Sloth told Gu Weijing that love is an uncontrollable fire that can make a person behave irrationally.

But for Koko.

Love, even if it is fire, is just a candle in a paper lantern.

clean.

Exquisite.

swaying.

She deliberately stayed away from Gu Weijing, and when she was with Gu Weijing, she had to stay next to Miss Sakai. She was afraid that she would accidentally lose control of her love and let it spread out in her heart.

After she discovered that she was in love with Gu Weijing, she never crossed the line for a moment.

If there wasn't another red candle swaying in the same way, with a glowing wick, placed together with this one, they would form a pair of wedding candles, and together they would have decorated the room with lantern flowers.

Then Koko would rather hide the candle in the paper lantern forever and never take it out.

This is the respect she gives to Gu Weijing and Sakai Katsuko.

This is also the dignity that Koko leaves for herself.

Whatever she wants, she will always get it openly, and the feelings she "steals" are not real feelings.

Katsuko Sakai is gone.

So, Koko is here.

Among the girls that Gu Weijing met in his 18-year-old life, whether it was Mona or Miss Sakai, they were both very good and excellent people.

Mona is exquisite.

Katsuko Sakai is very gentle.

Only Koko is really brave. She does her own thing and dares to love and hate.

Gu Weijing told Brother Hao that the reason he came today was because he didn’t know what kind of person Gu Lin would become in the future, but he could choose what kind of person he would become now.

And Koko.

The reason why Koko came was because she never cared about what kind of person Haoge was, she only cared about what kind of person she was.

Never... leave any regrets.

"Hold me." Koko looked at Gu Weijing with bright eyes and said softly.

Gu Weijing nodded.

He opened his arms from the water, trying to hug the lovely figure in his arms with all his strength, and then... he lost his hands and slapped the water, choking on a mouthful of water in embarrassment.

Koko burst out laughing.

The girl swam behind Gu Weijing like a silver fish, stretched out her arms from under his ribs and wrapped them around his chest.

"Silly. Well, let me teach you a lesson. This is how you hug someone in the water." Miss Koko rubbed her face against Gu Weijing's ear, bit his ear, and whispered, "Of course, if you want to save someone in the water, you have to hug him from behind like this."

The average temperature in Yangon is high.

The lake water at night was unexpectedly not cold, it was just very cool. Gu Weijing stepped on the water, his body leaning back, lying on Koko's chest. Koko supported him, also stepped on the water, humming something softly.

Gu Weijing felt.

He was like a drop of water, falling into a lake and connecting to the huge body.

"You don't even know how to hold someone in the water, and you just jumped down?" Koko whispered in his ear.

"I didn't think so much at the time... Do you still understand this?"

"Oh, of course. Don't you see who I am? I have learned all the swimming styles except the butterfly stroke. I used to go free diving frequently. I have the certification of an advanced open water diver."

"How amazing." Gu Weijing then remembered that Koko had learned a little bit of everything.

"That's awesome, isn't it? I'll teach you how to swim in the next few days. Next time, you can hold me."

The voices of the two people drifted far away on the lake.

(End of this chapter)