Many painting structures and ideas, the shades of plum blossoms, the character of bamboo... are all slightly different in terms of the use of brushes, and the final effect is completely different.

Why do so many painters really beg their grandfather or grandma to ask Professor Lin Tao to show them their paintings?

Why is it that when Mr. Cao wants to mention a few words about Gu Weijing, those great professors lick their old faces and want to stay in class?

It's because Mr. Cao's casual remarks may make the other party break through the long-standing mental barrier.

In many cases, even if you have a relationship with a master and the other person really looks at your paintings seriously, the conclusions he gives will be very general.

“The painting is boneless”, “the writing style is obscure”, “the flowers are too beautiful”, “the snow-capped mountains are too cold”…

As for why the peach blossom painting is too charming and the snow mountain painting is too cold.

hehe,

Just figure it out yourself.

If you think about it, it is normal to improve your painting skills.

I don’t understand. It’s common to read these paragraphs for three, five, ten or more years.

The personal nature of Chinese painting is so strong that it is difficult to teach it in batches.

If you really want someone to teach you step by step and guide you on your mistakes - I'm sorry, the master is very busy. This is the kind of treatment only a direct disciple can have.

This is talking about after reaching a certain technical level.

In Lin Tao's opinion, Gu Weijing's previous level of traditional Chinese painting was still that of a novice.

There's no way to talk about lifting techniques.

It's like the practice in martial arts novels from Hong Kong and Taiwan in the old days.

Newcomers first learn to walk on horseback and step on plum blossom piles, and the young monks have to strengthen their muscles and bones to carry water for the temple.

Do you have any advanced martial arts skills?

have.

But when it comes to teaching others Zumabu, there is not much difference whether it is a martial artist at the entrance of the village, a guard at the gate of the mansion, or a top master like Qiu Chuji, Wang Chongyang, or Zhang Sanfeng.

Lin Tao asked Gu Weijing to come back to him for advice when he could draw a work that he was satisfied with.

I didn't expect that it would only be a few days.

This guy Gu felt that he had already started.

getting Started?

"He is a child after all. He has no patience and cannot hold his temper."

Lin Tao is a little funny.

He would not underestimate Gu Weijing. It is common sense for children to want to be encouraged.

There is a good thing waiting for you as a closed disciple of Mr. Cao, who is considered a big pie in the history of modern art. Even if Professor Lin Tao seems to be nothing more than the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror.

But it's normal for people to be arrogant and want to show off.

It's just that maybe it's too much to achieve.

It is understandable that if he could be admired by Mr. Cao at this age, Lin Tao would just draw an egg and want to show it to him, hoping to impress the master even more.

"Children, even if they don't draw well, should be encouraged first and supervised secondly."

He made up his mind, even if Gu Weijing's painting was not good, he would still hold his nose and encourage Gu Weijing.

I just need to have a good talk with the other person and hope he can be more at ease.

Lin Tao thought, straightened up and climbed onto the bed.

While letting the Thai spa technician step on his waist, he hummed the song "Shuang Tou Tang" and opened his phone to load the photos just sent by Gu Weijing.

"... Wang Bo's party is the only one left, and now I guarantee you to surrender to the Tang Dynasty. You don't say the word loyalty and righteousness, you are a person with an animal face, a human face with an animal heart, an animal heart - oh?"

Professor Lin Tao opened the photo on his phone and made a nasal noise.

He stared at the picture on the phone for a long time, his mouth slightly opened, and the last line of the song was choked in his stomach.

At this moment, the technician stretched out his foot and stepped on Professor Lin Tao's waist.

His breath was stuck in his chest and abdomen.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh……"

In the executive suite of the Aman Hotel, there was a sound like a rooster crowing.
Chapter completed!