The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 119 0119. Learning to draw is very hard. (9)

It took Zhuang Xinian a week to finally finish reading the two books that Zhuang's father gave her.

So now that Zhuang Xinian wants to talk about it on paper, it's okay. The next step is to integrate the knowledge through practice.

Today is Zhuang Xinian's first day officially entering the studio.

Zhuang's father gave Zhuang Xi a live performance of what is called Sichuan face changing, it really changed face in a second.

One second he was a loving father with a smile on his face, and the next second he was a very serious teacher with a cold face.

Zhuang Xinian keenly felt that Zhuang's father might not be so easy to talk to, so he obediently followed the instructions.

In the first class, Zhuang's father put a geometric figure on the side of Zhuang Xi's drawing board.

"Nian Nian, draw this irregular body, think about the light and structure mentioned in the book."

Zhuang Xinian observed the structure of this geometry for a long time before drawing lines on the drawing board.

Zhuang's father didn't say anything the whole time, neither did he say what Zhuang Xinian did well, nor did he say what Zhuang Xinian did badly, he just stood quietly not far behind her and watched.

Anyone who learns to draw knows that when drawing for the first time, no matter how good the talent is, the things drawn are not good-looking, because they are out of shape.

Zhuang Xinian was like this.

So she heard Zhuang's father say: "Don't think that your paintings are ugly now. When you draw more and see more in the future, you will think that what you draw is rubbish, and it is not worthy of being called a painting."

Zhuang Xinian didn't speak, but just silently stared at his first sketch.

It's really ugly.

It is indeed rubbish.

She grew up looking at Zhuang's father's paintings since she was a child, and she can't be too bad at appreciating a painting, so she clearly knows that her father is right.

"Sketching is about realism, your light direction is a little bit off, and part of the light and shadows don't match. You should pay more attention when you draw!"

"There is also the need to determine the ratio between the lines of the object. You have to know how long and tall you are."

"Did you just stare at that thing for so long to see the result?"

"You saw something like that after reading a book for a week?"

Zhuang Xinian silently listened to what Zhuang's father said, and then reflected on her own painting, "Dad, I know I made a mistake, so I will draw again."

Zhuang's father took two steps back, took the first sketch drawn by Zhuang Xinian in his hand, and watched as Zhuang Xinian began to draw the second sketch.

Indeed, after the beginning of the first picture, Zhuang Xinian's second picture is better. At least the more prominent problems of lighting effect and line ratio are not as serious as the first picture.

Although there are still, but at least the shape is closer to that geometry.

Zhuang Xinian kept adjusting with the eraser, and when the second sketch was finished, a small piece of Zhuang Xinian's eraser had gone.

Zhuang's father took Zhuang Xinian's second sketch and started a new round of review.

And Zhuang Xinian also started a new round of criticism.

Repeatedly.

Constantly redrawing, constantly being criticized.

Jiang Shaoheng watched the little girl become silent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the only time when she became lively was when he told her a bedtime story every night before going to bed.

She will chatter with you endlessly, but she doesn't say a word about painting, she talks about her little brain holes until she falls asleep.

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