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Chapter 182 Painter
Teacher Luo took Teacher Zeng around the studio, looked at the paintings everyone was working on, and then stood behind Bai Yang and Chun Yuwan.

"This student's basic skills are pretty good."

He said so.

"Bai Yang became an art student last semester, and his basic skills are really solid." Teacher Luo introduced: "Not only is he good at sketching still life, but his portrait sketching and quick sketching are also very good."

After a pause, he said, "It's just that my color perception is a little bit off."

Teacher Zeng smiled and said, "Things like color perception cannot be solved by rigid practice alone."

He looked at Chun Yuwan's painting again and said, "Chun Yuwan's level has improved a lot compared to what I saw before."

Chun Yuwan nodded slightly: "Long time no see, Teacher Zeng."

It seems that they knew each other before.

"We still have some time, why don't we draw a sample picture for the students?" Teacher Luo suggested.

"That's fine." Teacher Zeng nodded.

Teacher Luo clapped his hands immediately, drawing everyone's attention: "Everyone stop for a moment, it's a rare opportunity for Teacher Zeng to do a demonstration painting."

This was quite interesting, and made Bai Yang think deeply.

Mr. Luo did not conceal his admiration at all, and the words he used did not even seem to be commonly used to describe a teacher at an art training institution. After all, if he was just a teacher at a training institution, there would be no need to use the description of "rare opportunity".

After finding an empty easel and laying out the sketch paper, Teacher Zeng smiled at Bai Yang in a familiar manner and said, "Classmate, can I borrow your pen?"

"Take whatever you want." Bai Yang said quickly.

Teacher Zeng picked up a charcoal pencil and said, "Who is willing to volunteer to be the model? Don't worry, I can draw very quickly."

"The students want to see sample paintings, let me do it." Teacher Luo said with a smile.

Bai Yang felt that there was even a hint of anticipation in her tone.

So he also began to look forward to it.

Teacher Zeng glanced at Teacher Luo casually, then started drawing directly. Without drawing any shapes, he used smooth lines from top to bottom to draw the outer contour of the side face.

Bai Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.

An expert can tell whether a line is good or not with just one stroke. Other students in the studio may be a little confused, but with Bai Yang's basic skills, he can see the value of this line.

Not to mention how difficult it is to create the shape so smoothly, the key lies in the fact that the thickness and thickness of the ink in just one stroke are firmly stuck on the structural point, giving the painting volume all of a sudden.

It's a bit like Rubens.

There was no large-scale toning that art students often do, nor was there any repeated revisions. In Mr. Zeng's light sketch, Mr. Luo's image came to life. In less than half an hour, the entire portrait sketch was completed.

With Bai Yang's level, it is difficult to comment on this painting. After all, the gap is too big. He can't even understand many of the other party's processing techniques. There are only two words in his heart.

Awesome.

His level is not what an ordinary art teacher should have, it is not an exaggeration to call him a painter.

No wonder Mr. Luo recommends it so highly.

"That's pretty much it."

Teacher Zeng put down his pen and said, "Just give me a rough sketch so as not to waste too much of your time."

Teacher Luo immediately stood up and looked at the painting eagerly.

"Teacher Zeng's level is still so high." She suggested: "Why not sign your name?"

“No, no.” Teacher Zeng waved his hands repeatedly: “It’s just a sample painting for the students.”

Teacher Luo was a little disappointed, but still smiled and said, "That's right."

Then he looked at everyone and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Awesome!" Zeng Jianeng raised his thumbs up in awe.

Others echoed.

"You didn't understand, did you?" Teacher Luo smiled as expected: "Letting Teacher Zeng make a sample painting for everyone is just to let everyone get in touch with the level of painters in advance, so that you can have a better understanding of the art industry."

"Sketch is not just what you usually see in those basic textbooks."

"Of course, this is also to give you some confidence. After this semester, you can sign up to go to Mr. Zeng's studio in the imperial capital. Although Mr. Zeng will not be there every day, he arranges the teaching courses and will come to give you pointers every now and then. This is an opportunity that other studios can't even ask for."

"Oh, I don't deserve that." Teacher Zeng waved his hands quickly: "Teacher Luo, that's too much." He smiled at everyone and said: "However, everyone is welcome to come over. We are all from the same hometown, and I can always take care of you."

After chatting for a few more words, Teacher Luo took Teacher Zeng out of the studio.

By the way, I took the portrait as well.

There was an uproar in the studio.

"Fuck, is this a painter? He really looks like a painter!" Zeng Jianeng had a longing expression on his face.

"It seems that his hair is longer than yours, and his clothes are a bit tattered, and he looks like he is very short of money." said another classmate.

"How could he be short of money? As a painter, a painting should sell for at least several million, right?"

"What are you thinking? Only dead painters can sell for so much!"

"Pah, pah, pah, what unlucky words are you saying!"

"Aren't there many domestic painters whose paintings can be sold at high prices? For example, Leng Jun."

"You don't draw very well, but you know a lot."

"It's as if you're such a good painter!"

Amid the noise, Bai Yang sat back down next to Chun Yuwan and asked quietly, "Are you familiar with this teacher Zeng?"

"Not really, I've only met him a few times." Chun Yuwan replied, "But my mother often mentions him to me."

She paused and said, "His experience is indeed quite legendary."

"Oh?" Bai Yang became interested: "How do you say that?"

"You know Xiangdong No. 8 Middle School, right?" Chun Yuwan asked.

"Of course I know."

Xiangdong No. 8 Middle School is one of the worst high schools in Xiangdong County. Basically, those who cannot even get into No. 8 Middle School can only go to vocational high school. Of course, it is not impossible to fail to get into No. 8 Middle School. Even if you hand in a blank paper for the high school entrance examination, you can still get in as long as you pay enough school selection fees.

It is conceivable that the school's admission rate is already very good if it can get a few students into the top universities every year.

"Teacher Zeng used to be a teacher at Xiangdong No. 8 Middle School." Chun Yuwan said softly.

"Art teacher?"

“English teacher.”

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"He never systematically studied art. He majored in education in college and was assigned to Xiangdong No. 8 Middle School as an English teacher until he was 30 years old." Chun Yuwan narrated: "Then, he felt that this kind of life was not what he wanted, so at the age of 30, he resolutely quit his job as an English teacher and began to teach himself art."

Rolling his eyes and raising his eyebrows: "That takes courage."

He knew too well the age of 30. Men of this age already have a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders. Whether it is family pressure or social pressure, it will become a huge obstacle, preventing a person from giving up everything he has and rushing into the unknown.

"That's right." Chun Yuwan said, "But he did it."

"After a year of self-study, he took the exam for the Central Academy of Fine Arts and was admitted at the age of 31 with the highest score of the year."

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"What a heaven-defying talent."

People in their thirties who are still working can indeed be admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, or even take the college entrance examination, and such examples are actually not uncommon.

Almost every art studio that organizes training sessions will have some "old hands" who go there just for CAFA. There are many who have repeated their studies for two or three years, and there are also some great masters who have repeated their studies for seven or eight years.

"How could a man like him open a training studio?" Bai Yang couldn't help but ask.

"To make money." Chun Yuwan said as a matter of course: "My mom told me that after he graduated from CAFA, he had the opportunity to sign a contract with a famous gallery, but he refused. As a result, he has been hanging around for ten years without any opportunities. He is not well-known in the art world, and he lost a lot of money because of the wax museum. So now he does whatever makes money."

Bai Yang nodded suddenly.

Indeed, although he did not know much about the art world, he could fully guess that in the painting industry, painting well was only one of the conditions for becoming a famous painter, and it was the most basic condition.

As for the rest, it’s hard to go into details.

But no matter what, if you are going to train for the entrance exam to CAFA, Teacher Zeng's studio is a good choice.

(End of this chapter)