Chapter 9 Katsuko Sakai

Author: Apricot and Pear

Chapter 9 Katsuko Sakai

Shwedagon Pagoda,

The national symbol of Myanmar, together with Borobudur Pagoda in Indonesia and Angkor Wat in Cambodia, is known as the artistic treasure of East Asia and is a world-famous pagoda.

This holy place enshrining the hair of Buddha himself was built in 585 BC, which is the Spring and Autumn Period of the Eastern Xia calendar.

It has a history of more than 2,500 years.

The pious worship of believers throughout the ages has made the Shwedagon Pagoda look majestic and splendid. The gold foil wrapped in the main body of the tower alone weighs 7,000 kilograms, which is approximately equal to the gold reserves owned by the entire Myanmar National Bank. 7,000 gold foils are hung around the tower.

Jewels of various colors and more than 15,000 gold and silver bells, the wind blows the bells, which are crisp and sweet, and the sound can be heard in all directions.

However, today the Yangon Tower is closed to outside tourists, and there are only scattered pedestrians and barefoot monks in yellow cassocks in the empty square.

Gu Weijing wears an official pass with the national emblem of Myanmar and the logo of the Shwedagon Pagoda on his chest. He is sitting cross-legged under the magnificent stone lion at the gate on the east side of the pagoda and is writing and drawing on an iPad.

His grandfather Gu Tongxiang is not around.

A brief project opening and ribbon-cutting ceremony was held at the main entrance on the west side of the Shwedagon Pagoda. The content was nothing more than a speech by the mayor of Yangon to promote the history of Myanmar. Then, embassy staff from Eastern Xia and other countries expressed the friendship between each country and Myanmar.

It has a long history, and finally we take turns shaking hands with Master Cao Xuan and taking group photos and so on.

This kind of official opening ceremony was neither interested nor qualified for a small-time guy like Gu Weijing to attend.

So after registering and receiving a work badge from the project officer, he huddled in a secluded corner alone and continued to practice his painting skills with his iPad.

[Sketch: Lv.3 Semi-Professional (877/1000)]

Compared with a week ago, his basic sketching skills have been greatly improved.

Gu Weijing maintains the practice of at least three sketches or line drawings every day, which takes up most of Gu Weijing's time in a day, including activating his skills for thirty minutes a day to learn the basics of painting in Menzel

Creation with blessing.

Probably because he has gradually become familiar with Menzel's style, the improvement in proficiency after activating the skill is no longer as exaggerated as it was at the beginning.

However, after four or five days of persistence, he still gained nearly 600 experience points.

His sketching level is now far ahead of any other skill, and he is about to be the first to break through to the level of lv.4.

The great mentor once said that all so-called geniuses are the ultimate accumulation of fool-like efforts. Gu Weijing was unwilling to give up any opportunity to improve himself.

Without pen and paper, he drew on his iPad.

"The painting is really good."

Gu Weijing smelled the fragrance of fresh apricots and strawberries, and found that a young couple appeared beside him.

The girl held the boy's hand and was standing beside him, looking sideways at the Shwedagon Pagoda that was already taking shape on the iPad in her hand.

"Thank you for your affirmation. I'm honored."

Gu Weijing didn't like to be disturbed by others, so he nodded politely, lowered his head and continued painting.

"The structure is great, the proportions of the space are good and realistic, and the texture lines on the building surface are dense and varied. The tower body and the surrounding buildings are cut into two levels of space, showing good extension both horizontally and vertically.

sex……"

Gu Weijing finally raised his head this time and looked at the speaker seriously.

Usually, it does not require a high degree of cultural accomplishment to find out whether a painting is good or bad, beautiful or not.

A good painting can completely empathize with the audience, and people can feel its artistic appeal at a glance.

But how good a painting is, and what makes it so good... This is not something ordinary people who don’t have enough art accumulation can say directly.

This is why many people think "Wow!" when they look at the artist's drawings of slim girls on video websites. They also think "Wow!" when they look at the masterpieces in art galleries.

Professional comments like just now are not something ordinary people can make.

He raised his head and saw that she was a very young girl with short hair shawl and three-dimensional facial features.

Her skin is very white, delicate and shiny, and paired with an almost innate heroic and confident temperament, making her look both capable and pure.

Gu Weijing saw that the other person's chest had the same pass as his own.

"Are you from Eastern Xia?" The other party looked at Gu Weijing with the same appreciative gaze as a painting connoisseur looking at an oil painting, and asked softly.

"It's half a century ago. It's been more than a century since my wife's grandfather settled in Yangon, Myanmar."

"RB man?"

She was dressed very conservatively, wearing a schoolgirl-style plaid shirt and a long gray skirt that almost fell to her ankles, only exposing a small part of her skin above the collar.

But her figure is very curved, and her name is written in katakana on the artist's badge at the collar of her shirt.

Judging from the sporadic Japanese words Gu Weijing knew, it should be called - "Sakai Katsuko."

"Let's count it as half. To be precise, my nationality is Spanish. My father is from Nagoya and met my mother when he was studying at the Royal Academy of Arts in Spain. So, it's exactly half."

Sakai Katsuko showed her teeth, showing no fear or shyness common to RB women. She stretched out her hand gracefully and shook hands with Gu Weijing.

"This is my younger brother, Tsunamasa Sakai."

She pointed at the young man with curly hair next to her.

"Mr. Gu, this is Gangchang. Gangchang, this is Mr. Gu."

She introduced each other.

"Drawing on the IPAD saves trouble. Hum, this can also be called art..."

The baby-faced Tsunamasa Sakai said coldly, the unhappiness in his tone was like a righteous young hero looking at a witch who had fallen into evil ways.

Gu Weijing nodded indifferently.

It is normal to use WACOM electronic tablets and IPAD tablets in the illustration or hand-painting world. You can quickly change different brushes without getting your fingers dirty, and you can modify the drawing repeatedly without wrinkled drawing paper.

But some old-school artists and their disciples don't like this kind of "stealing a chicken".

Although electronic painting is developing rapidly, no matter how you simulate it, the feeling of friction between the different cross sections of the brush and the paper surface, as well as the absorption of pigments and moistening of colors by professional paper full of water-absorbent pores, cannot be simulated by electronic screens.

It is undeniable that paper and pen can often restore more realistic brushstrokes and light and shadow colors.

Tsunamasa Sakai threw back his artist-style light blue curly hair that was bleached and dyed at an Akihabara hair salon. He raised his head at a 45-degree angle to the sky, with his hands on his waist, looking like a lonely master.

Gu Weijing felt funny in his heart.

He won't argue with this kind of young kid who may not be as old as he is.

Drawing on paper is still drawing, and drawing on IPAD is still drawing. He is not planning to publish it, and his improved skill proficiency is not fake.

Besides, when the other party looked at his work, he could see nothing about his brushwork skills. He could only see that he was a piece of cake. It was obvious that he was a bastard with poor academic skills.

Tsunamasa Sakai didn't know that he had been classified as the same role as a bald gangster in the other person's mind, and he was still pretending to be a master.

Sakai Katsuko was a little embarrassed. She smiled apologetically and pointed at Gu Weijing's drawing board with her palm: "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu. Can I take a closer look at your work?"

Being able to explain the explanation just now, Gu Weijing was really interested to see what this girl who was more mature than Tsunamasa Sakai, who had not grown up with the second disease, had to say.

Without much hesitation, he handed the IPAD in his hand to the other party.

Katsuko Sakai untied the tablet with both hands and sat cross-legged in the shadow under the stone lion.

She breathed lightly at the display screen, blowing away the interlaced pen marks and floating dust on it.

"Ms. Sakai, what do you think?"

Gu Weijing asked.

"You can just call me Shengzi. My first impression of this painting is that the proportions are very good. It is not only coordinated but also very real. It is almost exactly the same as the sense of space when we look at the Shwedagon Pagoda from this angle. If... this can also use talent

If you want to explain it, what surprises me even more is your writing skills."

Katsuko Sakai looked at it very seriously. From time to time, she took a capacitive pen and drew a few lines on the top of the screen, seeming to be restoring the style of Gu Weijing's brushstrokes when he was painting.

"The structure is rigorous and the organization is orderly. You can see that this contour line goes from real to virtual, and then from virtual to real. The hard extension stone of the pagoda is expressed with rich turning lines, and when it intersects with the more moist metal, the arc is precise

I think your brushwork should be one continuous stroke... It seems to have the style of a famous artist, which cannot be obtained unless it is passed down by a master."

Sakai Katsuko exchanged the IPAD for Gu Weijing with a longing look on her face.

"I didn't expect that there was such a master hidden in Yangon."

She stood up and bowed deeply to Gu Weijing: "Mr. Gu, if you can, please introduce your teacher to me. Please."

Gu Weijing felt surprised.

Some things are easy to talk about in a rough way, but to explain them in detail, it is not only necessary to understand them, but also to draw them with a pen yourself.

Just like before Gu Weijing got the skill panel, he once felt that he no longer had any basic knowledge to master.

Only after practice can you deeply realize your own gaps.

This girl can not only tell you what is so good about his brushwork, but she can also see that she has received "master guidance".

She is definitely a master.

"People say that since the Qing Dynasty entered the country, the cultural roots of Eastern Xia have spread all over the country. How can a master exist in a remote country like Myanmar? Miss Sakai, you are young, don't be deceived."

Just when Gu Weijing opened his mouth to speak, a cold voice suddenly came from not far behind him.
Chapter completed!