"I'm called Li Shaohui. He won the grand prize of our college last year."
He is the first prize winner of the Student Art Award of the Central Academy of Fine Arts Award.
No wonder the painting is so good. Grandpa Xiangxiang and Grandma Xiaogu thought.
"His paintings were sent to foreign awards. I don't know what happened to him today, but suddenly came to sketch outdoors with us."
Teachers of this kind of student with very excellent level will offer a franchise and can move freely. Because their level is no longer comparable to ordinary students, insisting on activities will restrict their own artistic creativity and will also hit other students.
"When he comes, you see, everyone goes around him to watch him paint, and we are in trouble." The student of Changmei shrugged and frowned. The artists are facing such a cruel market. Painters who are loved can be praised by the masses. Not to mention the bad, but to say that artists who have not reached the best level are difficult to survive in this market.
When doing art work, there is only one thing that can be said to be the best. If you don’t achieve the best, you can all be said to be the worst. It’s hard to make a living.
Art is a money-burning job. The colors, paints and brushes that are all paid by students at their own expenses, and the students' families pay for them. The most terrifying thing is that these painting tools are quite expensive.
"Good paint is very expensive. In order to go to our school to learn painting secretly, you see that Shenyang Bo, and I heard that he sold the bicycle he bought for him without telling it. As a result, he never dared to go home until today, and even lied to his mother that he used that money to buy a game card. The problem is that he doesn't sell bicycles. He is not like us. We can copy famous works for people and make some money for people to paint portraits. He can't, his current painting level is completely impossible. So it's right to tell him not to learn painting."
Although I don’t know what the mother of Shenyangbo thought, it is normal for the parents of children to hold this idea. Since the child has no artistic talent and has to learn to draw, what should I do if the child cannot survive in this society because of this? Parents always have their own experience to plan for their children’s future.
Art students do not mean whether they have money to learn from their family background, but they have to depend on where their art awakens. Because being an artist is really expensive. Rich families will not let their children spend too much on art like this.
Hearing these people say, Grandpa Xiangxiang took out the painting he collected and looked at the boy's willful signature under the drawing paper: "Shenyang Bo. It turns out that his name is Shenyang Bo."
A girl carrying a schoolbag came over and said, "Who is talking about my brother's name?"
A few people looked back.
Ning Yunxi vaguely recognized that this girl seemed to be her classmate of Xiaosi.
Shen Yueyun raised eyebrows at the others. She came to find Meng Chenjun, but she didn't expect that someone would secretly discuss her brother behind her back.
Ning Yunxi gave a look to Grandpa Xiangxiang opposite him.
Grandpa Xiangxiang closed his mouth and did not answer Shen Yueyun's question. After putting away the painting, he picked up his granddaughter. Xiangxiang kept lowering his head to play with paper garlands. The little girl was completely fascinated by this thing. Even the beautiful paintings drawn by her brothers and sisters could not attract the girl's eyes.
"You can play, you will know how to play!" Grandpa Xiangxiang yelled at his granddaughter with a grudge.
Chapter completed!