National Treasure Artist

Chapter 201 Reconstructing the City Skyline (Subscribe)

"Look!"

"Wow, what is that oriental guy going to do?"

"Go and have a look."

On the square in front of the lake, Chicagoans with fair skin, black skin or even yellow skin were all attracted by one place.

They looked around, pointed, with curiosity on their faces.

In the direction they were pointing, I saw a young man who borrowed the drawing boards of the young artists who were sketching around the square by some unknown method, and arranged them neatly one by one, and the paper and paper were connected into a long scroll.

People came closer to watch and inadvertently formed a semicircle behind the young man.

"Brother Tong, what are you doing here?"

"It looks like I'm planning to sketch."

"The interest is coming."

Qianhe, Su Mu, Banxia, ​​Masayuki Kurokawa, and Adrian Smith also stopped to look at it.

In the center of the crowd, the yellow-skinned youth Bai Gongtong was holding a large round-tipped brush in his hand, looking intently at the lake and the row upon row of buildings behind the lake.

Not long after, it seemed that the scenery was engraved in my mind, so I opened my posture and picked up the pen and put it on the paper.

Starting from the leftmost drawing paper, the large strokes are drawn at a very fast speed.

There are water stains running down the paper and leaving tracks.

When Bai Gongtong started to paint, the discussion behind him became much quieter. The elderly white man, the strong middle-aged black man, and the hip-hop young people all stared at the picture.

Bai Gongtong kept moving, every stroke, every stroke made people tremble, his movements seemed very rough.

Color blocks appear quickly one by one, from left to right.

"It's a long scroll of views of the lake and the buildings on the other side."

Soon someone recognized it and whispered.

The picture is becoming more and more complete, and the roughness is gradually integrated into the whole. The lake and the high and low buildings on the shore of the lake are continuous, and the buildings seem to be musical notes performing wonderful tunes between heaven and earth.

Under the pen of Bai Gongtong, the pictures on the long scroll are thick, rough and vigorous, and the buildings are not meticulous or even have many details, just color blocks.

But even if it is a color block, people can clearly recognize the corresponding high-rise buildings on the other side of the lake one by one.

The onlookers of Chicago citizens and tourists showed admiration on their faces, thinking that this is a very different sketching scroll.

More and more people either took out their mobile phones or picked up their cameras and began to take pictures continuously.

Adrian Smith and Masayuki Kurokawa in the crowd were a little confused, but they looked up at each other at the same time as if they knew each other.

"wrong!"

"There is no such building in the corresponding place on the other side of the lake!"

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed.

I can only see that in the right third of the long scroll, Bai Gongtong finished painting a color block, and his eyes no longer fell on the lake shore, but the strokes suddenly lifted up!

Bai Gongtong looked excited and moved very naturally, as if the tune of a piece of music should be like this when it comes to this place, and the rhythm should become high!

Hearing the exclamation, the two of Kurokawa Masato suddenly shuddered in their hearts, and immediately looked at Davidia involucrata.

They saw the picture, only saw that in the sketch of the river bank under the brush of Bai Gongtong, there were color blocks shining like silver light, rising from the ground like a huge white jade hairpin, rushing straight to the sky.

The body is very slender, and the height seems to be amazing. As soon as it appears, it looks down on the buildings around it.

The faster the writing of Baitongtong, the white hosta-like figure is drawn, and then it goes down. The rhythm of the music seems to return to normal, and each block can find its correspondence with the lake shore again.

Not long after, Bai Gongtong stopped writing, and the long scroll made of drawing boards was displayed in front of everyone without any concealment.

The color of the whole picture is seamless, and the high and low buildings outline the most beautiful skyline!

But what is shocking is definitely not this, but as long as they look at the picture, the center of everyone's line of sight will unconsciously move to the right third of the long scroll.

Standing quietly there is a slender and slender building shining with silver light. The building is noble and elegant, like a lady of every family, but contradictoryly exudes a queen-like temperament.

"It seems that there is no such building on the other side of the lake."

A blonde girl in her twenties said hesitantly.

"The place corresponding to the location is an old ten-story office building. This building was imagined by this oriental artist!"

A middle-aged black man affirmed.

"But she's so beautiful, as soon as she appears, those other high-rise buildings are like ugly ducklings."

"As if she should have stood there, she is the highest point of this beautiful piece of music!"

"She reframed the skyline of Chicago, a city on the shore of a lake!"

"We should find a designer to design her. She will definitely be a new landmark in Chicago and will be our pride!"

These citizens have enough artistic accomplishment, they can see that the long scroll is not bad.

All the wonderful points are on the steeply raised building like a white hosta.

Adrian Smith's eyes widened so wide that he was about to jump up. He could see the most, and the emotion in his heart was the strongest.

He recalled Bai Gongtong's posture when he sketched it earlier, as if he hadn't thought about it, but just jumped with the rhythm, just like it should be!

This is a way to establish one's own aesthetic concept and integrate it into the bone marrow blood, which is a design technique and a manifestation of instinct.

Masayuki Kurokawa exhaled, he was already used to the evil of Baitongtong in his heart.

He looked at the picture, at the elegantly standing building block. Although there were no details, it clearly showed the shape and rhythm. She exuded a touch of oriental charm.

In the crowd, a white-haired old man took a deep look at the scroll, and he looked at the oriental youth next to the scroll, expressing his thoughts.

The onlookers recovered from their astonishment, and excitedly photographed the whole scroll.

Someone sent a message in the circle of friends, and someone asked the designer he knew and asked his evaluation and construction possibility.
Soon, this long scroll of photos circulated among Chicago designer circles, causing a sensational discussion.

"Guys, check out this watercolor sketch!"

"Wow, what a noble and elegant temperament, what a rhythmic skyline, where is this sketch?"

"Dude, look clearly. This is the skyline on the shore of the lake. The building block that shines with silver light is said to be conceived by an oriental painter!"

There are photographic works on the shore of the lake stacked together for comparison. From left to right, every block can be found in the picture, but when it reaches the right part of the picture, it suddenly changes and produces a climax, and then restores the rhythm.

"Damn, I think the buildings in the pictures should be real."

"She fully supported the rhythm and rhythm of the skyline on the shore of the lake, which is simply perfect!"

"Is this really made by an oriental painter, not a planner from the east?"

"How come the mysterious East has started to spew out talents recently, whether it's the designer Bai Gongtong or this unknown artist, it's amazing!"

"If the building in this painting can be built, it will undoubtedly become a new landmark of Chicago, no matter in terms of height or art, or even in a deeper urban composition."

With the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the screen, Bai Gongtong exhaled and looked at the long scroll with satisfaction:

"This should be the most beautiful skyline rhythm."

It's just that my hands are itchy, and I'm just drawing a picture casually, I don't intend to think about it deeply.

　Chapter [-] Sprinkle Flowers!
　　
　
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