Chapter 4 Tearing the Painting

Su Bansheng nodded frequently while looking at his son's Chinese ink paintings. Su Bansheng had carefully studied both Chinese painting techniques and Western painting techniques, so he taught both Chinese and oil painting techniques to his two children without any secrets.

On the rice paper, an eagle stands on a mountain rock splashed with ink and looks down proudly. The eagle's eyes are bright and majestic.

Su Bansheng nodded and couldn't help but feel embarrassed - he is indeed my kind, he can draw quite good paintings at a young age.

"Zimo. The painting is very good, but you have to pay attention to the dryness and wetness of the ink. Look at this place. If you use drier ink, the claws will be sharper. And here, the use of color is obvious.

It's too heavy and blends in with the surroundings..."

"Yes, Dad, Zimo remembers it." Su Zimo lowered his head and looked at his painting carefully. To be honest, when he just finished it, he felt it couldn't be better. This eagle is so majestic, this stone

How steep it is, how poor the grass is, how beautiful the artistic conception is... But after seeing the sharp eyes of my expert father, he saw various shortcomings. He secretly noted it down and thought of ways to change it. He really likes to draw.

, especially Chinese ink painting, landscapes, flowers and birds. He studied martial arts, swimming and memorized articles just to give his sister some color, so he studied hard with all his heart. But this painting is his heart's love, and his passion is

He put all his depressed mood into painting. After learning painting for a month, he could already shout without hesitation: "I love painting!"

"So, where is my sister?"

he asked.

Su Bansheng shook his head: "She tore the painting into pieces."

"Tear the painting into pieces?"

"She said he was not satisfied with the painting and tore it into pieces."

Su Zimo was a little annoyed, "What's wrong with the painting? Even if you feel depressed, you can't vent your anger by tearing up the painting!"

"She didn't seem to be angry. She just said that she was not very satisfied with her painting, so it would be better not to let it come into the world. It seems that she also loves painting. It's just..."

It's just that she doesn't know how to draw, so she destroys the paintings if she's not satisfied with them. This is too harsh on people.

Zixuan also loves painting. She really became interested in painting. She dabbed and sketched a few lines, and vivid characters and scenery appeared on the picture. It was as if she had constructed a world with that bald brush. The scenery in her paintings

Living in the world of drawing paper. People outside the painting look at the scenery inside the painting, as if they are looking at another world through a window. She once thought that painting was just a so-called art that deceives people's vision, using colors and lines to deceive.

Vision, deceiving vision, she taught the illusion of the world and the Six Paths at home. This is the highest method of deceiving the five senses. She has learned it, so she did not take this painting seriously. However, she went to the art museum with her father and saw it hanging there.

She found that the paintings were different again - the paint became a world of its own, and the author's emotions were revealed in the paintings, which always made her stop and marvel. The brush, the paint, the canvas, formed a world of its own.

A world has emerged. The paintings we see are about standing against the window and observing another world from the window.

This is not a trick to deceive vision, but a magic to create beauty!

Appreciating beauty is extremely simple. As long as you have some aesthetic sense, even an uneducated little beggar on the street will praise the beautiful scenery. But creating beauty, creating breathtaking beauty that can be appreciated by both refined and popular people, is a bumpy road, but it is tempting.

Extreme!

Since her rebirth, Zixuan, a research madman, has either studied this or that. In this world, after learning about the art world, she was conquered by the wonder of art! Her few literary and artistic cells revived, so she decided to - study

draw!

Zixuan's rational cells have deeply engraved her research into her behavioral habits. Even when she started to learn artistic paintings full of sensibility and imagination, she also rationally analyzed the reasons, methods and consequences of doing this step.

, I made a list of variables in my mind like an experiment, and studied the painting from an extremely rational perspective.

There is no doubt that Zixuan's world is beautiful. After her rebirth, starting from the world of tutoring, her world has become far more beautiful than before. The high energy of her body can make the possessed body feel sharp, and her spiritual power lingers in the world.

She is receiving more information around her, so the world in her eyes is richer, more complex and more beautiful. In her opinion, the world that normal humans see is just a dull scene like a black and white photo, and what she sees

The world is a colorful holographic projection that is extremely gorgeous.

She knew the beauty she saw, so she hoped to express this beauty in her paintings. She hoped to create stunning beauty with her own hands. Creation always gives people a sense of accomplishment, let alone creation.

beauty.

So she began to think of ways to create beauty that normal humans could see. She tried colorizing black and white photos.

It didn't go well.

She is not discouraged.

She has always known that as long as she wants to do it, she will be able to do it well. She is the favored child of God, and she is perfect. All the setbacks in this world are just nourishment to make her better and more perfect. What if she does something?

There are simply no setbacks, so she can't help but conclude that she either did something wrong or was doing something meaningless. She is looking forward to setbacks!

She chose oil painting with richer colors as her development direction. For her, Chinese painting is really a black and white photo in a black and white photo, but there are countless changes in just a few colors. This is really a wonderful magic. For the time being, she faced Chinese painting

She gave up and chose Western oil painting. Although she coveted the wonders of Chinese painting, she also knew how to go from easy to difficult.

The painting was not good and she was dissatisfied. So she tore up the painting. She used iron scissors to twist the canvas, which had a strange smell of oil paint, into pieces. The thin pieces were blank on one side and colored on the other.

, piled up a hill of colors in the garbage basket. The paintings in this form are more beautiful than the ones she painted, she thought lightly. She would destroy the paintings that she was not satisfied with. For her, those failures should not be kept.

In this world, no matter how much energy she spent, how much thought she had, and how much expectations she had, she would not hesitate to give it up because she was not satisfied. She devoted herself to art full of respect and expectations.

Along with this respect is her seriousness and harshness towards herself. She is a perfectionist and cannot allow the existence of failures that she is not satisfied with. She destroys the beauty she created with her own hands as a sacrifice for her new creation.

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She nailed the new canvas to the drawing board, and sketched the new scenery in her heart on the canvas with charcoal...

She never stops.

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Zixuan's studio and Zimo's studio are separate but adjacent to each other. They are separated because they chose different painting schools, and adjacent to each other is for the convenience of their father's teaching.

Next door, Su Zimo rinsed the brush in a white porcelain brush washer. The ink floated in the pure water, graceful and agile, like clouds flowing in the sky.

"Zixuan tore up the painting because she felt that her paintings were not as good as mine? She had seen my paintings, and because she felt that the paintings were not as good as mine, she couldn't help but tear them up. This is possible."

Zimo looked at the eagle in his painting. It looked down at everything in a majestic manner. He couldn't help but feel a little proud. He just felt that he was the eagle in the painting, looking at Zixuan who was like grass under the rocks.

Although he did not fall behind at all in his study life with Zixuan, he clearly and keenly felt that compared to his own exhaustion, Zixuan seemed to be able to handle it with ease. Compared with this exhaustion and being able to handle it with ease, no one could compare with it.

He can know who is better, so although Zimo bites Zixuan's tail and keeps pace with her, he doesn't feel that he is better than Zixuan at all. "You can't compare to me" has been weighing heavily on his mind.

On his head.

But today, no matter how good Zixuan's painting was, without her respect for painting, what would happen no matter how good the painting was? She still tore up the painting. At this point, Zimo felt that she was better off using the excuse of "dissatisfaction"

Zixuan who tore up the painting is stronger.

He loves painting and is talented, and his interest is the best teacher. He is confident that his painting results will surpass Zixuan's.

"Zixuan, you actually tore up the painting. How can a painting be torn up casually? A painting is like a painter's child. You destroyed your own child casually. Are you really cruel, or did you not paint at all?"

Zimo frowned and said to Zixuan at the dinner table - at least, he couldn't bear to ruin his painting.

Now, even her mother knew about Zixuan’s drawings and tearings:

"What? Zixuan tore up the painting? Whose painting did he tear up? Could it be that your painting, Zimo, was so miserable that Zixuan tore it up?" Liu Qingshan teased the two children with a smile.

"Zixuan tore up her painting. She painted the first finished painting for several days." Su Bansheng sighed and explained seriously to Liu Qingshan.

"Huh?" Liu Qingshan was surprised, "Why did you tear it apart?"

Zixuan shook his head: "I don't feel very satisfied."

"Don't just tear it up if you're not satisfied? This is your hard work that you spent several days and a lot of effort on." Liu Qingshan looked at her strong little daughter with distress and surprise, and gave her a piece of lean meat.

"Think about your father, who is a painting enthusiast. His paintings are as treasured as those of a child and are hidden in the studio. He didn't even show them to me when we first met him. He seemed to be afraid that he would lose some flesh after seeing them."

"Didn't I show you everything later?" Su Bansheng was embarrassed, "I handed over all my secrets to you."

"Huh!" Liu Qingshan said angrily, "That's a picture of a lady who cherishes you, right? The beauty is hidden in the golden house, so you won't show it to me. When you get married, you will show it to me honestly. Zixuan, you painted it

Could it be that she is also your dream lover?"

Zixuan said nothing and buried her head in eating, her thoughts sinking back into thinking about art.

Liu Qingshan and Su Bansheng looked at each other, and then at Su Zimo who was a little impressed, and came to the same conclusion as Zimo - painting also requires talent, Zimo's talent is extremely strong, and the paintings he painted

It’s also very good. Could it be that Su Zixuan felt that her painting was not as good as Zimo’s, so she gave up on herself and tore up the painting? This little girl wants to be strong in everything and is very strong in everything. Could it be that she has no talent and can’t draw well, so in this matter

What kind of psychological pressure do you have?

"Zixuan, don't compare with your brother about painting. What you paint is Western painting, and what my brother paints is Chinese painting. This is like Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong. How can we compare?"

"I don't need to compete with my brother, he can't compare to me." Zixuan answered very smoothly.

Zimo took a breath, feeling angry in his heart. He almost dropped the chopsticks in his hand: "I always say that I am not as good as you. If it were the previous subjects, I can barely say that. But today you have torn up your paintings, how can you compete with me?"

I compare? Su Zixuan, you have to admit this time, you can't compare to me!"

Su Zixuan looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart, as if he had not heard anything.

Being ignored, Su Zimo threw the bowl:

"I'm full! I won't eat! I'm going to endorse!"

"Hey~ Zimo, you only ate less than half a bowl of rice!"

"I'm full, I'm full! I'm full of anger!"

Su Zimo stamped his feet and walked quickly out of the restaurant with his little hands behind his back.

"You can be full of anger, but I can't compare to you in this regard. It turns out that your emotions can be used as food."

Zixuan, who had never experienced being so angry that she couldn't eat, said thoughtfully that she had seriously started thinking about trying to get angry when she was hungry to see if she could really feel full.
Chapter completed!