Ordinary countryside reborn

Tianyuan is sitting on the right side of the model. There is some backlighting. If the light and shadow are not controlled well, the picture will be easily dirty. There are two classmates on her right. It seems that the master is ready to challenge the high difficulty.

Sitting in the middle is a middle-aged male model with a thin face and stubble around his mouth. The studio invited two models this time, and the other group was an old man. The two groups are about the same difficulty. Only the better-looking ones are more difficult to draw.

Teacher Wu came to the studio in the afternoon and was already painting colors. This time we were divided into three groups. Anyway, there were enough still lifes, so everyone could sit farther apart to avoid being thrown by the paint water.

Tianyuan is standing at the back while painting, and is currently coloring. She has always liked large, bright colors and is quick to mix colors. Watching her paint always gives you a sense of wantonness and ease.

Yu Jiabin took Teacher Wu to look at the students' paintings. When he walked behind Tianyuan, Teacher Wu looked at it for a while, nodded slightly, and smiled with satisfaction.

He knew that there were many talented artists in the studios in the city, and he would come to study every year when students were sent for training. He was very envious when he saw students from other schools painting particularly well.

But this time, the students in his school were also pretty good, especially Tianyuan. Although the color class was not taught by him, he still felt very pleased.

After finishing the color painting, he set aside half an hour for sketching. After that, Teacher Wu took the students from his school out for dinner. There will be no class tonight. The teacher in the studio will grade today's paintings.

We found a restaurant with more seats outside, and a group of them occupied several tables. Most of the students went with Teacher Wu. At the dinner table, Teacher Wu asked everyone how they felt in the studio and whether they had made much progress.

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Early the next morning, before breakfast, a group of students gathered around the studio to look at the rankings.

The top three works in each subject are posted on the display wall at the entrance, and the ranking list is also posted on it.

Tianyuan and others also walked over.

"Wow! Tianyuan, your name is indeed there!" Xia Wen shouted in surprise.

"The color is No. 1! It's amazing! Tianyuan, it turns out that your colors are better than the sketches!" Tan Wanqin also saw it, and she said happily.

Tian Yuan looked at the overall ranking and shook his head, "What's the point? It's not that I didn't make the top three."

"That's because you were lagging behind in sketching! With so many points less than the first place, were you in a hurry to go to dinner?" Ma Hao also came around and felt regretful when he saw the score. He personally believed that Tianyuan was capable of winning the first place. One.

"The sketch is also lagging behind. It is six points less than your color. What is the scoring standard?"

Xia Wen patted her chest and said, "It doesn't matter. The third place in sketching is also from our school. Teacher Wu should be satisfied, right?"

Tan Wanqin whispered: "The top three are not in our school..."

At this time, Yu Jiabin came over with Teacher Wu. The two of them were talking and laughing. Teacher Wu must have felt confident, and several of them breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

Teacher Wu stood in front of the display wall and admired these outstanding works. He did not look at the ranking list, but looked directly at the works. The score for the first place in sketch is 98 points. This is a work that the studio teachers unanimously appreciate. The light and shadow are expressed very well, the hair and beard are combined with virtual reality, the arrangement of lines is also very comfortable, and the three-dimensional sense of space is very good. He looked at them one by one and was not surprised to see that the third one was a student from his own school. He turned around and cast an appreciative look at the student.

Tian Yuan and others watched slowly with him. Seeing that all his students were there, Teacher Wu began to explain, pointing out whose works lacked something, what they still needed to learn, and how to improve.

Although his own level is limited, his level of appreciation is online. He once said that art students must have their eyes higher than their hands, which is what ordinary people call "high eyes but low hands", which is not a derogatory term here.

Only by having a high vision but a low hand can you continue to make progress and learn, hoping that your skills can satisfy your vision. But if your eyes are lower than your hands, and you are always immersed in the state of thinking that your painting is very good, and you don't even know where you need to improve, this state is the worst, and you can't make any progress.

When he saw the first-place painting of the pastoral field, Teacher Wu first praised: "This whole painting is very grand, with coordinated colors and smooth brushwork. However, there is also a shortcoming, the details are still missing. . But this also has another kind of beauty, so she deserves to be ranked first."

Yu Jiabin also said: "The colors of this painting are indeed beautiful, and the light, shadow and object materials are also expressed very well. It is a very mature painting."

The students from the same school were proud of you and clapped their hands one after another, as if Tianyuan got the first place in the total score.

Xia Wen bumped into her and winked at her.

Tian Yuan smiled at Teacher Wu: "It's all teachers who teach well. I also want to thank the teachers in the studio for their guidance. I will continue to work hard."

Teacher Wu is very pleased. He is not worried about the pastoral major. It is very easy to get into a regular university. Although the first level of the Academy of Fine Arts is more difficult, the second level of the Academy of Fine Arts is still promising.

After Teacher Wu finished his review, he was about to take the bus back to school. Tian Yuan was waiting for a group of students to send him out. As he walked, Teacher Wu said: "The next time I come here, I will be waiting for the joint entrance examination. You should work hard! Try to get good grades in the exam. !”

The studio returned to normal schedule, with one day off a week. I usually spend my time in the studio, and I can only go out to play on Sundays.

When there is no holiday, students actually practice independently, and the teacher walks around the studio and gives guidance. I don't know how to take roll call, and there are so many students. Skipping a class or two will basically not be noticed. It all depends on self-consciousness.

As soon as November arrives, the weather gets colder and colder. The thin quilts originally used to cover us are no longer warm enough, so the studio adds an extra quilt to each dormitory bed.

There are fewer and fewer people who can get up on time in the early morning. They all huddle under the quilt and don't want to go out. In Tianyuan, they can hear the singing practice on the other side of the river while they are still sleeping. It was the music students at the university opposite who got up early to practice their voices. They had been hearing it every day since they came here. They had been listening to it for several months and were used to it.

Normally, during holidays, she would paint in the studio or review cultural classes in the dormitory. As the weather got colder, she still set aside a day to go shopping with Xia Wen and others, buying winter clothes and hand warmers.

Now I am sitting on the cold bench in the studio painting. Even my fingers are stiff and not flexible. Especially after mixing the paints, I have to wash the brushes and the palette. In order not to touch the biting cold water, I am so nervous. Most of them just wash and brush and that's it.

Even if they are so lazy, many people have frostbite, and their fingers are so swollen that they can't hold a pen.

Especially Tan Wanqin, her hands can no longer even be clenched in her fists. When she draws, her fingers are all outside. She sits for several hours and cannot bear it at all.