National Treasure Artist

Chapter 229 Casa Mila (for Subscription)

The scenes of the party flowed to the residents of Barcelona, ​​and some gossip tabloids narrated it in a joking tone, taking it as a joke.

Some people shook their heads and laughed lightly, some spit out their own strength, and some gloated
Bai Gongtong didn't pay attention to the numerous criticisms. After the construction of the China Pavilion was on track, he began to appear in the urban area of ​​Barcelona again.

He grows a light beard, puts on a loose work shirt, and brings himself into the emotion and art of a generation of master Antonio Gaudí.

The colors in his eyes, the lines in his eyes, the sky, nature, and architecture in his eyes all give rise to different senses.

The vitality of this ancient city was captured by Bai Gongtong from the perspective of Gaudi.

Master Antonio Gaudí never wanted to "invent" anything, he just wanted to imitate nature and build something like nature.

His whole being is filled with love for nature.

He likes to "watch quietly", even if a snail appears in front of him, he can quietly observe it for a whole day.

Half a month has passed, and countless gains have been recorded in my mind.

Gongtong locked herself in the studio, which was very empty, with only a drawing table and a drawing board next to the drawing table.

Stepping forward to the drawing board, Bai Gongtong closed his eyes first, and whispered in his heart:

"Only a madman would try to describe something that doesn't exist in the world!"

"Normal people often don't have much talent, but geniuses often look like lunatics."

"It is the most convincing work to embody romanticism and anti-traditional spirit in architecture with naturalistic techniques."

The workshop was extremely quiet. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes. His black pupils were extremely deep, and a voice said from his mouth: "Straight lines belong to humans, while curves belong to God."

After speaking, I saw Bai Gongtong's mouth raised, his spirits were high, and his face naturally showed joy.

Then, I picked up the wool pen, and the strokes were dipped in paint.

His eyes were full of energy, and the tip of his pen fell on the paper without any hesitation, and natural and gentle lines were drawn.

There are narrow sashes on the side wall, and the bright light penetrates and falls on the tabletop.

The more familiar the speed in Bai Gongtong's hands, the more confident he was when he made the first stroke.

The composition of the screen is presented from a human perspective.

Gradually, you can see the wavy appearance of the building, and the outer wall made of white stone
Balcony railings made of twisted iron bars and iron plates, as well as large windows.
The roof of the building is high and low, the walls are uneven, and winding and undulating curves can be seen everywhere. The whole building is like a rough sea, full of dynamics.
The brush strokes did not stop, and the facade and shape of the building became complete.

What I saw was that some strange-shaped protrusions began to be formed on the roof, some looked like sergeants in full armor, some looked like monsters in mythology, and some looked like church bells.
Time passed little by little, when the pen in Bai Gongtong's hand stopped.

The surging tension and dynamism presented in the picture are staggering. At first glance, it seems very weird, even absurd, but after deepening, it can't help being attracted by it.

Nowhere in this building is a right angle, and the unbroken curves are interlocking, forming an infinite sense of spatial flow.

If they are local residents of Barcelona, ​​they may find that the peculiar shape of this building seems to be echoing the mountains in different shapes and forms around Barcelona.

Bai Gongtong stared blankly at the picture, lost in thought.

La Pedrera, another world designated as a classic masterpiece of world cultural heritage by UNESCO, the symbol of Barcelona was born in this world.

After a long time, Bai Gongtong took a long breath, turned around and stepped in front of the drawing table.

The standard paper has already been laid out, and the pencil is held in hand, and the uniform lines are drawn from the tip of the pen.
The exact plan, elevation and details of the building appear one by one.

At this time, if there is a knowledgeable master standing beside Gongtong, looking at the drawings will definitely make the scalp numb and dumbfounded.

Because the building's interior is as generic as its exterior, it is not the same as any design school today.

In its interior, every household can have double-sided lighting, and the light comes in from the lighting atrium and the street outside.

The shapes of the rooms are almost all circular designs, with ceilings, windows, corridors, and rarely square rectangles.

Considering the religious beliefs of the city and the rich Mira, even a letter M can be seen on the height of its outer wall, which represents the Virgin Mary, and a rose relief, which represents the name Roser of Mrs. Mira. .

The mechanical structure of the building is also very special. Neither the interior wall nor the exterior wall is load-bearing. Its weight is completely borne by the columns, so the layout of the compartments on each floor is different.
Snake-like benches, peculiar chimneys, tower-like stairways, and wavy exterior walls.
The studio is filled with unrestrained imagination and romantic fairy-tale feelings.

The sunlight outside the window gradually disappeared from the bright morning, and the outside of the house became dark.

It wasn't until several sheets of blueprints were filled that Gongtong suddenly walked out of the state.

'Boom dong dong'

Just then, there was a knock on the studio door.

"Come in."

Gongtong didn't take her eyes off the drawing, and agreed in one go.

He heard footsteps behind him, but the footsteps stopped soon, and there was no sound after a long time.

He frowned slightly, turned around to look, and after seeing the figure clearly, the brows immediately became gentle.

It was only Ban Xia standing not far away. She looked at the picture on the easel that had not been taken down, her eyes were wide open, and there was a clear sense of absent-mindedness and shock in her expression.

"Tong, this is?"

After a long time, the focus of Pinellia came together again. She looked at Davidia Davidia involucrata, with joy on her face and speculation in her heart.

"This is Apartment Mira."

Gongtong's footsteps moved slightly, freeing up the space beside her, Banxia approached, and looked at the more specific drawings together with Davidia.

'The straight line belongs to man and the curved line belongs to God. '

This is the pride of Antonio Gaudí.

"I knew you could."

Banxia seemed to exhale a long breath, raised her delicate chin, with a bright smile on her face, she whispered.

Residents of Barcelona, ​​Mr. Mira would never choose a house made of square boxes and reinforced concrete elements, they want a romantic house.

The straight line often represents decisiveness and rationality, while the curve has more emotions.

When they saw this Mira apartment, could they find a more romantic work than it?
The answer is without a doubt, no!
"Eat something, I made you something to eat."

Pinellia embraced Davidia involucrata's arm, her tone was relaxed.

"Hey, it's okay if you don't say it, you're really hungry after saying that."

All I saw was that Gong Tong held Ban Xia into her arms with her backhand, and said with a smile.

The two walked out of the room in a crowd, closed the door, and there seemed to be a conversation in the distance:

"Oh, right!"

"The Spring Festival is coming, and today we received a call from the organizing committee of the Spring Festival Gala"

"Haha, huh? That's funny"

"At that time, we will definitely give our parents a big surprise!"

(End of this chapter)