Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Jiang Zhe was driving the car and caught a glimpse of Chen Yan in the passenger seat applying lipstick in front of the makeup mirror.

“It’s already beautiful.”

Chen Yan snapped the small mirror shut: "I'm going to stand next to you today, so I have to do my best."

She fished out a velvet box from her canvas bag, took out a bracelet, and compared it again and again with the silver brooch to see if they matched well.

Before the car got close to the school gate, Jiang Zhe had already seen the conspicuous red banner of the graduation exhibition. There were more vehicles entering and leaving the school than before.

Jiang Zhe followed the flow of traffic and slowly entered the parking lot.

This BMW SUV used to be eye-catching on campus, but now there are many more luxury cars in the parking lot. Fortunately, I came early, otherwise there might be no seats.

As soon as I got off the bus, I met a few junior students from the oil painting major. They greeted me warmly, calling me "Jiang Ge" and "Senior Brother".
Jiang Zhe and Chen Yan walked towards the art museum side by side. Along the way, they met classmates who were gathering at the art museum one after another.

Because of the greetings and small talk, the two of them were slowed down.

Melodious music came from the direction of the art museum. From a distance, I could see that many people gathered in the square in front of the museum.

Jiang Zhe and the other man approached the square, and their voices were drowned out by the noisy crowd.

Walking closer, you can see several awnings on the east side of the square. Logistics, sound effects and media work are all concentrated there. A reporter is interviewing several teachers and guests.

Several guests were walking and chatting in the corridors on both sides of the main entrance of the art museum. Jiang Zhe knew them all at a glance. There were several gallery managers, including Wang Zhen's gallery manager; guests from the Provincial Artists Association and Binhai Artists Association; Gu Qian was also here. There were also several professional painters, all of whom had a good relationship with Jiang Zhe.

"Teacher Jiang!" A gallery manager rushed over first, congratulated him, and then whispered: "Our gallery's exhibition tour is about to start. What do you think? This time, there will be big sellers coming..."

While Jiang Zhe was dealing with this person, he had already seen where Teacher Hu was, and at the same time saw Wang Zhen appear. Wang Zhen came over quickly to help Jiang Zhe take over these social events.

Jiang Zhe apologized and said he had to go report first.

He found Teacher Hu and Professor Qin.

Professor Qin once again reminded them of the things they needed to pay attention to today, and Teacher Hu led him directly to the location for media interviews.

She whispered about the uncertainty of media interviews. Yesterday's interview was full of changes, and today's interview had a lot of changes again.

When they arrived at the media interview location, several people came to talk to Jiang Zhe.

Chen Yan could no longer stand next to Jiang Zhe.

According to the arrangement of the media reporters, he said a few words to the camera, and just walked out of the interview center, he was surrounded by the crowd again.

However, he has adapted to this kind of occasion. There are many people talking, but it is not chaotic. When answering each question, he will look the other person's eyes carefully - this habit makes him look sincere.

"Jiang Zhe, you are going to study in the United States. Are you going to turn to the overseas art market in the future?" A media practitioner interrupted, "I heard that several auction houses are contacting you?"

Jiang Zhe said: "The value of art should not be measured by auction. My market is always measured here." He knew what this person wanted to know, so he put it beautifully and left enough room for imagination.

Gu Qian took advantage of a free moment at noon and took a photo with Jiang Zhe together with several people from the Provincial Artists Association and the Municipal Artists Association.

These people were dressed in different styles. Some wore Tang suits and cloth shoes, some wore suits and ties, and some wore long dresses. Jiang Zhe even wondered, aren't they afraid of getting hot wearing these clothes in such hot weather?
An old man from the Artists Association talked about the support plan for young painters, and then a guest who works in the cultural department talked about the idea of ​​cultural export...

Chen Yan saw this and suddenly felt that the people surrounding her boyfriend were like moths chasing the light. But Jiang Zhe was always able to deal with them with ease.

Until the host reminded on the radio that the opening ceremony was about to begin.

Everyone went to their respective positions according to the plan.

The salute blasted, and several magazine reporters and the school's reporting team pressed their shutters to record the opening moment. The large gold-plated characters of the graduation exhibition made people squint.

Jiang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and came to Chen Yan's side.

"Would you like some water?" Chen Yan asked.

Jiang Zhe saw that Teacher Hu was signaling him to get ready, so he said to Chen Yan, "I still have to go on stage to speak. I'll come find you later."

"go quickly."

When Jiang Zhe walked through the crowd, the host was already giving his opening remarks.

Next, the dean gave a speech, reviewing the development of the college and talking about this year’s achievements…

The representative of the education department mentioned the city's strong culture in his speech...

Representatives of the Provincial Artists Association...

Teacher Hu accompanied Jiang Zhe to the back of the temporary conference stage and asked him to stand behind a guest.

He was the last person to speak on stage.

One by one, the guests came to the stage.

Among the audience were students from the college, some parents, and some viewers who were willing to visit the exhibition.

"How long will we have to wait?" Several students majoring in oil painting began to chat in low voices.

There were quite a few audience members in the audience, and they gradually lost their patience because the opening ceremony lasted too long.

Someone had seen the process and explained to the people around him: "Look, Jiang Zhe is already standing near the entrance. He has started to speak, and the ceremony is almost over."

Finally, I heard the host invite student representatives to the stage to speak.

The applause from the audience rang out, returning to its initial enthusiasm.

Jiang Zhe calmly adjusted the height of the microphone and began to read the script. "Dear guests, teachers, and students..."

As usual, I would like to thank the school and...

While reading the script, he would raise his head appropriately and look at the audience. Several familiar teachers looked at him intently. Chen Yan was in the design team. Wang Zhen was among a group of gallery practitioners. There were also several painters who had good relationships with him and came to participate in the event. Gu Qian was surrounded by guests from the Artists Association, students from the Chinese painting major... and students from the oil painting major, Mou Xing, Fu Min...

Over the past few years, familiar faces have gathered here to witness their development over the past four years.

Jiang Zhe's originally calm emotions began to fluctuate, and his tone of voice also began to change.

Many people have felt the changes and their attention has been drawn back.

Chen Yan touched the brooch, the cold gemstone pressed against the lines of her palm, and recalled the scene of last night...

In his speech, Jiang Zhe mentioned each major in the college and their proudest achievements.

Finally, the speech ended amid warm applause.

The main doors of the art museum were all opened, and the spotlights were turned on again...

The exhibition begins——

When the guests and college executives entered the exhibition hall, the first work they saw was Jiang Zhe's triptych of oil paintings titled "City Life."

Many people stopped in front of this work. Visitors behind were anxious, but they couldn't squeeze in. They could only stretch their necks to look forward to see why the people in front of them were not moving. Representative Zhang from the cultural department was staring at the steam train poster in the oil painting on the left. The image in the painting is depicted with a strong sense of the times. From a distance, the vivid smoke can be seen. If you get closer and observe, you can see that the ethereal image is imitated by piled up paint, but it is transformed into a concrete historical breath between light and shadow.

"Jiang Zhe," an old man from the Provincial Artists Association, leaning on a cane, turned around and looked at Jiang Zhe behind the crowd.

The school's top management pulled Jiang Zhe over and motioned for him to come closer to talk.

The old man asked Jiang Zhe: "Did you use a shading pen to sweep out the texture of the walls of this old city? Or did you make the texture first and then render it with transparent colors?"

Jiang Zhe said: "Both methods are used to show the different effects of the wall."

The old man who asked the question praised the painting for its good use, and then signaled to a painter with his eyes.

Before the opening ceremony, the two saw Jiang Zhe's work and made a bet on the painting techniques. Unfortunately, neither of them guessed the correct answer.

There is a painter. Almost pasting it to the canvas, "The reflection treatment of the bus window has many layers of glaze! How did you handle it? It is vivid and not greasy."

A representative from the cultural department discovered some details: "There are several old trademarks in it that have disappeared from the market. They should be recorded." He looked at a senior college official next to him. "This painting can be used as reference material in the future."

"Yes, yes. Sometimes, many details of a city are forgotten inadvertently. They should be recorded in pictures or other ways."

"You are very thoughtful."

As more and more details came into people's attention, many people who had lived in Binhai for many years gradually found familiar images and matched them with their own impressions. They immediately had a sense of understanding, as if they understood the painting all at once. However, when they heard different opinions, they couldn't help but laugh in their hearts.

As a result, the guests stayed at the entrance of the main venue longer than expected, and the audience behind them were unable to enter.

Finally, a senior member of the academy suggested that there were still many good works in the exhibition and everyone was invited to continue visiting.

"Yes, if you want to communicate with Jiang Zhe, you can wait until the symposium..."

The visit went smoothly at noon.

Jiang Zhe and the first group of visitors slowly browsed the exhibition, and subsequent visitors entered the venue for the first time.

The third-floor venue was quickly filled with visitors.

A teacher of oil painting, with several sophomore students, walked into the art gallery and came to Jiang Zhe's work. He waved to the students to come closer.

He deliberately brought the students here later because he wanted to tell them some practical cases when there were fewer visitors.

"Come closer!" He pointed to the left painting in the triptych, "Look at the texture of the bottom layer. Look at the peeling effect of the wall. There are at least five layers of glaze!"

The students asked about how to use several layers of glaze and how to achieve the desired effect and avoid mistakes.

Jiang Zhe has a system to help him, saving a lot of time on trial and error. Others need a lot of attempts to learn these knowledge and skills. A group of people saw Jiang Zhe's works, and not long after they left, a young teacher from the Chinese painting teaching and research group brought several freshmen to see the paintings.

"Xiao Yang, pay attention to the changes in the reality and virtuality of the trees. They clearly use the virtuality and reality techniques in Chinese painting."

After answering several students' questions, he pointed to a poster in the painting and said, "Look here, he used oil paint to create the texture of silk!" After observing this, several students expressed their admiration.

Here, teachers and students from the Printmaking Department also came over.

The two teachers smiled at each other. They both wanted their students to look at the paintings more beautifully.

A student majoring in printmaking asked the teacher: "Teacher Tang, is this triptych inspired by medieval altarpieces?"

"Yes, you can learn from the form, but the content needs to express your own understanding." The teacher waited for a while and saw that the students did not notice the relevant details, so he had to point them out.

“Look at the effect of this newspaper!”

The students followed the teacher's instructions and saw the "Binhai Evening News" held in the hands of a passenger in the picture.

"The title "Urban Renewal" uses woodcut fonts. This is an old version. The current newspaper has been changed. He drew the effect of printing!"

"Look at the fire hydrant in the middle! It has a strong metallic texture and a very substantial feel!"

"The left side is history, the middle is reality, and the right side, is it the future?" Some people saw Jiang Zhe's creative intention, but could not understand certain elements of the painting on the right.

“Putting objects from different times and spaces in a painting, is that considered representing the future?”

Some people started arguing, including the teachers.

Some visitors brought their children with them, and the children noticed the animal and plant images in the paintings and laughed out loud at the vivid effects.

Because there are so many elements in the picture, both professionals and enthusiasts can find content of interest.

An hour later, the guests had viewed all the works.

Except for a few people who really had something to do and were in a hurry to leave, everyone was ready to attend the next symposium.

As required, the teachers of the academy came to the conference room of the art museum and started a discussion with the guests and practitioners in the art circle.

Jiang Zhe and some students also participated in the discussion.

After the school dean made a speech, the representative of the cultural department took the microphone: "... In many works of this exhibition, we can see the inheritance and innovation of the city's cultural context." He adjusted his glasses, "It is very consistent with the theme of our city's application for a historical and cultural city."

Next, several guest speakers, painters, pointed out the outstanding works and highlights in the exhibition.

Some talked about innovation, some talked about inheritance, and of course, some talked about problems with some of the exhibited works.

Several of the speakers mentioned Jiang Zhe's works.

A symposium involves questions and answers, as well as discussions.

The host invited Jiang Zhe and a graduate student representative to talk about their creations.

Jiang Zhe just took some time to look at the system page. Since the exhibition, his honor value has been increasing rapidly.

In order to gain more honor points, you must give full play to this speech.

Just now, he had made changes to the original manuscript.

It was Jiang Zhe's turn to speak, and he briefly reviewed his creative process and ideas.

“…Time is one of the elements of art. Just like the old house numbers in this set of paintings, they were reality 20 years ago, they are history now, and 20 years later,” he paused, “maybe they will be forgotten, maybe they will disappear, or maybe they will become the inspiration for the setting of a science fiction movie.”

Jiang Zhe did not speak empty words or clichés, but talked about a lot of practical operations and thoughts.

At the end of the speech, he received warm applause.

After the symposium, Jiang Zheyou started to participate in social activities.

It was not until noon, when he had some free time, that he turned on the system again.

The cursor on the honor bar has moved noticeably. (End of this chapter)