Please teach

Author: Apricot and Pear

Please teach

Color, color, or color.

The extremely repetitive and boring work made Sakai Tsunata, who had a jump in character, quickly felt his wrists sore and weak arms, and he was almost unable to continue drawing.

"What painters and craftsmen are good at speaking. Look at those old guys, don't they all become painters and masters, and throw the hardest and most tiring work to me?"

Sakai Tsunata muttered secretly.

He turned his head and looked at the group of bored guys sitting under the shade of the trees in the distance, playing poker with their phones, and were a little jealous.

No one can stick to boring work.

There are many juniors or students like Sakai, Gu Weijing, who are close to the invited painters, or graduates like Tama Academy of Fine Arts like Tanaka.

There are about thirty or forty of this kind of "young painter".

They do not have a fixed task arrangement, and wherever they need to be painted, they will be assigned to a small sign with a number written on it to work on the corresponding task.

After finishing your first job, if you are unwilling to receive it again, or if you are tired of it, you can find a place to stay by yourself.

What you want to do, as long as it doesn’t affect others’ paintings, no one cares about you at all.

That is what Mr. Cao said: "Get away."

The project was just the second day, and many students felt tired.

To put it bluntly, they were originally gilded.

Painting is the same as football.

Not all students in any football school want to be Messi, and some people just want to be a physical education teacher with a job as a job.

Art dogs are an industry with a lower yield than football.

Those guys who lie flat under the shade of trees have long recognized themselves, and they should have no hope of becoming famous and becoming a family in their entire lives.

These people would otherwise be to graduate from the art academy.

Otherwise, in order to improve the taste and artistic cultivation of the family, my parents, who are not short of money, waved a lot of money and forced them to fill in the secret number of some masters' studios.

They have a clear position on themselves.

It would be better for minors to get into a good art academy if they have a qualifications.

The graduates have a project they cooperate with Mr. Cao on their resume, and then they can find a European art museum, a private museum, or something, with an annual salary of 50,000 to 80,000 US dollars.

Anyway, they were not going to go as far as the painter's road, playing cards with the staff and playing TIKTOK. Even if they were rolled by a few old painters and had a thick face, they would pass by happily.

But if you have a word, in the art world, people who have a clear understanding of themselves and understand early on that they have no talent or cannot endure hard work are mostly doing well.

What I fear most is that I can't stand anywhere, but I still don't like this or that.

I don’t think I am the reincarnation of Van Gogh and the saint of painting on earth.

Such people think that all art critics who criticize him don’t know anything, and they will cynically classify their failures as the type of jealousy and suppression of their peers.

The result is to torture both yourself and your family.

Sakai Tsunamasaki thinks he still has a future, but this kind of work is really boring.

He looked at the art dogs lying happily under the shade of the trees, and suddenly felt that his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift his hands.

"Tangmao?"

Just as Sakai Tsunamasa was fighting against the gods, the round Uncle Sakai rolled over from somewhere.

Hearing this sound, Tsuna Sakai suddenly became clever, his waist and back were straight, and his wrists shook, almost buckled the entire plate of pigments to the ground.

His father, Ichina Sakai, is not an uncle with a typical RB personality.

He never waves his stick and scolds boys severely, nor does he severely scold boys for having roots and perseverance.

But whenever Sakai Tsunamasaki did something wrong, Sakai Ichijue would look at Sakai Katsuko on the side, then turn his gaze back to his son and sigh in a very helpless tone.

"well……"

That kind of look is like looking at a failed item who should have been shot on a wall in his early years.

This look left indelible harm in the young Takahara's heart.

Sometimes it’s not because Sakai Tsunamasaki is not working hard enough, but because his sister is really too outstanding.

Because they are brothers and sisters, no one knows the pain of being shrouded in the halo of genius than Tsuna Sakai Tsunaga.

Just like the previous pen drawing, if it weren't for his sister drawing with him, then what he had drawn was amazing enough.

But in comparison with Katsuko Sakai, it turned into the light "not bad" that Lin Tao said.

Uncle Sakai turned his eyes on his son and looked at him scrutinized.

"Here, here and here..."

Sakai Tsunamasa was glad that he had done a lot of work in the morning, so he quickly guided him to complete the colored prayer flags for his father to see.

"Yeah, that's OK."

Uncle Sakai made a fairly satisfied nasal sound when he found out that his son was not lazy.

He turned his eyes elsewhere and casually inspected other works on the No.9 mural.

"Huh? These are all painted, you never had a rest in the morning."

When Uncle Sakai landed his eyes on the other side of the mural, he suddenly exclaimed.

Gu Weijing nodded.

"It's great, very hardworking, and you can tell that you have always been serious when you look at the hook. But why should you be free here?"

Uncle Sakai looked at a lotus that was not colored, and obviously Gu Weijing avoided it.

"Because I don't understand the pigment formula for the color matching on the draft here."

Gu Weijing looked through the draft in his hand.

He regarded this coloring as a learning opportunity for experienced old painters.

The draft in his hand has carefully stated how to deal with each color area, what proportion of colors should be used, and what kind of brushwork should be used.

It looks simple, but before each time Gu Weijing writes, he will think in his mind, what should he do if he draws himself, and then compares it with the draft.

If you make mistakes, correct them; if you make the right one, encourage them.

He took out the draft at hand.

"The color matching written here is, stamens, technique to dye, beige (6,3)."

There are similarities in learning murals from masters and learning Lalanzhou ramen from masters in hotels, and there are also corresponding formulas.

However, the side dishes of Lanzhou ramen are clear, white, three, red, four, green, and five yellow, which refers to coriander, radish, and cinnamon...

The formula for painting murals refers to pigments, and the types are many complex. They can be roughly summarized as one red, two light green, three lotus (purple), four fragrant tea, five orchids, six white, and seven...

The mark on the draft in Gu Weijing is the 6 in the middle, which refers to beige, and the number 3 behind it refers to the depth of the color.

There are up to four numbers.

If the number 1 is not marked or the number 1 is marked, it means that the normal color should be used. If it is 3, it means the third level of light white, which is slightly lighter than the normal color.

In Chinese paintings, the stamens are sometimes made of gold powder. If they do not use gold powder, they will not use too transparent colors to highlight the contrast.

"If it were me, I would use the darkest color. I don't understand why I used the lightest color of the No. 3 paint."

"Is that true?"

Uncle Sakai touched his chin.
Chapter completed!