Principal Wu is fat, and it is not very good to ventilate here. The sweat is flowing more, but he is obviously familiar with it: "Everyone is a new student with uneven levels. The tall buildings start from the ground, and learning must be done step by step. Should I arrange for you to teach a professor or graduate supervisor to talk about the realistic application of Bauhausism in decoration design? Do you understand? Can you understand the concept of spaceism that is less and more? Be humble and steadfast, look at the student, there is a way to diligence in the mountain of books. It is the kingdom to hug the book and start to enter the state of your own student..."

It refers to Buck. Buck smiled with a shocked expression, lifted the copy and pinched the thickness of the signal. The students burst into laughter, but the atmosphere was really much better. There was no intention of being dissatisfied or being deceived just now. The principal was not wrong, especially the counterattack with professional terms, which made people shut up in an uncertain way.

The young teacher He started to teach after the fat principal left while he was sweating. His voice was a little trembling, and the sweat on his head was more than the principal just now: "Design...well, it is a bridge connecting spiritual civilization and material civilization. Human beings hope to improve their own living environment through design..."

Below were the young students saying dissatisfied: "Can you not read the text according to the script? This book has words in the essence of the design. We all know how to read it. Do you want me to read it for you and then earn your lectures to me?"

This teacher was probably a student from the Academy of Fine Arts, so he was a little stunned, standing there helplessly, holding the copy of the textbook in his right hand and touching the podium with his left hand unconsciously. I guess if there was a crack on the ground, he would definitely choose to get in.

As the sucker who paid the most training fee, Buck didn't say anything and looked at how the young man resolved the scene in front of him with a smile.

As a result, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. After ten seconds of quiet in the silent classroom, He Qing chose to seek truth from facts: "I am a person who studies oil painting. Today I will temporarily come to substitute for the class. We skip the introduction to decoration design and start the painting perspective skills directly. This is the basis for any art major to learn."

After saying that, he picked up the chalk that the principal had just thrown on the podium, turned around and started writing on the blackboard, regardless of the noisy students in the classroom. Some people even jumped up and wanted to find a training institution to refund the money, but they just walked to the door of the classroom and stood there, and finally chose to return to their seats.

Because this young man with a blushing faced the blackboard, he seemed to suddenly have confidence. He started from a corner of the blackboard and outlined the oblique shape of a pointed house in three or five strokes. Then the road, trees, railings, buildings, bungalows, bell towers, and various familiar street scenes were like printers scanning the blackboard, appearing in one stroke. Everyone in the classroom seemed to be standing in the center of a straight road, and there were various scenes visible on the blackboard.

This is Buck's first lesson. Decoration and design are ultimately a visual art.

No matter how much it is, it is useless. Everything conquers the audience with what the eyes can see.

No matter what painting technique you learn, perspective is the most basic basic skill. For a rookie like Buck, who has no foundation, this substitute teacher who studies oil painting uses the simplest and most rough way to show these originally noisy students what painting skills are, and also interprets what professional skills are.

There is no need to write a manuscript on the blackboard to draw sketches, just start from a corner. The lifelike street scene is like an all-encompassing world appearing on the blackboard. The advertising slogans flying in front of the shop, the children standing in front of the bun shop, the fingers tilted on their mouths and mouth salivating, the old buildings with classical eaves, and the cube-like high-rise buildings all appear in front of everyone in a three-dimensional and vivid way. The silent art of painting uses the silent rain to quiet the entire classroom.

This painting lasted half an hour, and almost everyone was expecting He Qing to draw something, because he almost didn't write a manuscript, did not make any changes, and just painted it next to each other at will. This was an empty studio with only one wall and a window, and there was no scene to refer to. He wrote and directed himself, drawing greedy children in a few strokes nearby, a family crossing the street in a hurry with fingers, and even a working platform with glass curtain wall hanging on the building.

Countless details show He Qing's painting skills. No one feels idle or boring. They are following him into the world on the blackboard. Until He Qing finished drawing the sixth chalk in a row, he couldn't hold back the residue, so he stood up and patted the chalk gray on his hand: "This is perspective! Pervasive perspective!"

His face no longer had the cramping moment, and he looked like he was injected with chicken blood, and his face turned into a slightly red hue of excitement: "Earth is big and small, which is a simple truth that everyone understands. This is called perspective. However, if this is instilled into every detail, only professionals can do it..." After saying that, he picked up the enamel jar with chalk tips next to him, first flip the front to show everyone the right round mouth, then flatly indicate the mouth of the jar, and then draw two circles of the right circle and the ellipse on the blackboard: "This is perspective, perspective at different angles, but what else should professionals pay attention to?"

Everyone looked at the two plain circles, and they really couldn't see anything to pay attention to, especially the enamel jar was so ordinary that there was no need to take a look at it. He Qing had become versatile about the things he was familiar with, and took the jar to the ellipse circle: "Don't you think that the ellipse jar's mouth is facing you, but the upper and lower arcs are also distinguished from front and back. Since there is a difference in distance between front and back, there should be a difference in perspective?" His hand was still rubbing the jar's mouth forward and back, showing the little bit of front and back space gap.

This principle is very simple, everyone can nod and understand it.

After saying that, he wiped off the arc that was originally symmetrical up and down, and deliberately increased the arc below: "The closer you are to you, the greater the arc should be. This principle is very simple, but I have to remind you to know, so this is whether you can realize that perspective is everywhere..." Standing on the podium, turning slightly: "Including my eyes now, they should be large and small eyes."

Some people questioned: "Teacher, you have a little exaggerated arc, it doesn't look so obvious." It should be a very subtle difference.

He Qing put the jar back to its original place: "This is artistic exaggeration... After understanding the principle that perspective is everywhere, let's look at every detail on this street scene, what is perspective disappearing point..."

There is no need to take notes or memorize theories. Just listening to a conceptual indoctrination, Buck feels it is worth it.
Chapter completed!