"We still need to prepare for this? Who are we? The apprentice and personal disciple of Yang Mingde, the master of three arts. He doesn't just paint at the first stroke of a pen, but he can also crush a generation with his improvisation!" Zhang Junping waved his hand, looking proud and proud, and smiled.
He said.
"What's flying in the sky?" Yang Mingde asked, looking up at the sky.
"What? A plane?" Zhang Junping didn't understand for a moment and looked up.
"You are awesome! You are so awesome!" Yang Mingde gave Zhang Junping a hard blow and scolded him: "Look at what you are capable of and improvise to crush a generation. You plan to crush that generation."
?My generation? Or Zhu Naizheng, Zhou Sicong and their generation? Or maybe it will crush Yang Feiyun and his generation?
You are so awesome, if you draw me a painting on the spot, I would like to see what masterpiece you improvise!"
"Well, Master, it's not against the law to brag, right?" Zhang Junping shrank his neck and muttered in a low voice.
His original intention was to brag a little bit and liven up the atmosphere. Who would have thought that Master would actually be serious about it.
"Hurry up, I'll watch you draw!" Yang Mingde was ready to take the opportunity to teach Zhang Junping well.
This apprentice is capable and spiritual, but he is so crazy that he dares to say that he will overwhelm a generation. If word of this spreads, how much criticism will it cause?
There was no other way, Master was serious, Zhang Junping could only find rice paper, pen and ink.
Fortunately, these things are available in furniture stores. Zhang Junping bought them and prepared to practice calligraphy and painting in his spare time.
Now that I have money, I naturally don’t need to continue practicing calligraphy on the bluestone.
Writing and drawing on bluestone and writing and drawing on rice paper are two different experiences.
On the workbench, lay out rice paper, find two small wooden blocks as paperweights, and press the rice paper in place.
Zhang Junping began to create.
Swish, there are two long ink lines coming up.
Zhang Junping's brush strokes are so fast that he uses a large wolf-mill brush without changing pens. He uses the weight and thickness of the pen and ink to outline the framework of the world in the painting, making the painting appear vividly on the paper, creating a sense of three-dimensionality and layering.
Use blooming to show changes in color and light and dark.
Seeing Zhang Junping's bold movements, as well as the strength and control of shades when blending, Yang Mingde secretly nodded, as a disciple, he was still good at it.
Sfumato is the most demanding ink painting technique.
The simplicity and complexity of strokes is also a test of skill. Some people can outline mountains, overlapping mountains, and thousands of peaks and valleys with just a few strokes.
"Huh?" Yang Mingde narrowed his eyes, and what Zhang Junping painted was not the landscape painting he thought.
In Zhang Junping's works, we see tall buildings rising from the ground, roads that are straight and wide, cars running on the wide roads, and pedestrians on the roadside hurried and orderly.
"What is this?" Yang Mingde squinted his eyes again, "Is this an overpass?"
In 1982, Beijing already had an overpass.
Yang Mingde had already seen that Zhang Junping was painting a city, a strange city.
The whole city is bathed in sunshine, and the tall buildings are like a jungle, stacked in order.
The most outstanding thing about the whole painting is the smudge of the sun. It is this sunshine that makes the entire city in the painting come alive and have a soul.
At this time, Zhang Junping could no longer care about anything else and devoted himself wholeheartedly to painting creation.
Zhang Junping never thought that he was a genius, otherwise he would not have just graduated from junior high school in his previous life.
He is just more dedicated than others. Once he does something, he can always devote all his energy to it.
This is not innate, but nurtured.
Not long after, Zhang Junping took a deep breath, put down his brush, and completed his creation of a city under the sun.
Yang Mingde looked at Zhang Junping's improvised city under the sun without making any comments, but just stared at it for a long time.
When the ink was dry, Yang Mingde put the painting away directly and left without staying for lunch. However, when he left the furniture store, the smile on his face was particularly bright.
Zhang Junping silently sent Master outside the gate and kept watching as Master rode away on his bicycle.
Although the master did not comment, the smile on his face said everything.
As soon as Yang Mingde left, Zhang Junping was surrounded by a group of roommates.
"Zhang Junping, Dean Yang is actually your master?"
"Ping'er, you're so fucking awesome!"
"You are not enough of a buddy. You hide such a big thing from us. It's so abominable!"
"Five roast ducks can never make up for the damage done to us!"
A group of roommates surrounded Zhang Junping, venting the excitement they had just received.
The fact that Dean Yang was Zhang Junping's master stimulated them even more than Zhang Junping's impromptu painting just now.
It's this era, damn, it hasn't spread to China yet.
Otherwise, these roommates would definitely surround Zhang Junping and shout, "Fuck!"
A group of big men surrounded him and shouted "Fuck!"
Thinking about that picture, it is so beautiful that I dare not even think about it.
"Brothers, is it so strange that Dean Yang is my master? Without a master, how could a rural boy like me get admitted to Central America? I can't just tell people that Dean Yang Mingde is my master, right?"
Okay, okay, Dong Laishun, I'll treat you tonight!" Zhang Junping could only promise to treat them to appease them.
When he traveled back in time to the 1980s, the most fortunate thing was that he met two good masters who cared for him. Although they did not guide him in terms of skills, they always silently paved the way for him and gave him direction.
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The master leads me to practice on my own.
At Zhang Junping's level, there is very little that the master can teach. What he relies on is his personal understanding and accumulation of artistic qualities.
Of course, reaching this level does not mean that Master is no longer important. On the contrary, Master is still very important.
The competition in the art circle is more intense and cruel than imagined. Having a good mentor to lead the way can save you many detours and unnecessary internal friction.
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In the afternoon, Zhang Junping gave the poster he had just drawn to Aunt Lin, Aunt Wang and others.
I gave each of them a few tickets in the morning, but it was definitely not enough. They also distributed them to the aunts in Dongxicheng, Haidian, and Chaoyang, asking them to help promote it. With the hundred and ten tickets now, it is estimated that there is not enough for one person.
In the evening, Zhang Junping invited everyone to have a meal together at Dong Laishun.
The next day, Zhang Junping and Huang Xue had breakfast together and then left school separately.
There was nothing else to do today. Zhang Junping stayed in the furniture store all day, instructing his eldest brother-in-law and the others to make furniture, and instructing his eldest sister, Huang Juan, to polish and paint the furniture.
Painting is a very critical and important process in the entire furniture making process.
In thousands of years of inheritance and development, painting has already formed a separate type of work, the painter.
Painters and carpenters have already formed a closely connected but relatively independent industrial chain in the development of carpenters for thousands of years.
Painters are not just as simple as painting furniture or wood products, but also include a series of processes such as curing paint, cutting paint, and making paint.
Curing lacquer refers to planting and maintaining lacquer trees, cutting lacquer refers to harvesting the sap of lacquer trees, and making lacquer is to make lacquer from the sap of lacquer trees, which also includes modulating lacquer colors.