An Nuo first drew a blank, and then thought about it for two seconds.
Then, a circle was drawn with one stroke, almost perfect.
The two of them said nothing, just looked at it.
Annuo was very focused and didn't care about the two people's reactions.
His hand speed is very fast and his writing skills are very smooth.
It doesn't take long to draw a ball. After a few minutes, a very realistic-looking ball appeared on the paper, juxtaposed with the square just now.
"Hiss..." Botticelli was a little surprised.
Verrocchio was also surprised.
Anno definitely studied painting, Verrocchio could be sure of this.
Unlike cubes, the test of lightness in ball painting requires more technology.
Beginners can't do it.
Therefore, the scope of the search for Annuo's past is a little narrower.
In fact, it will never be found.
Verrocchio planned to test Anno's upper limit: "Lawrence, how about you try painting me."
He sat on a chair, put on a serious expression, and volunteered to be a model.
Annuo nodded: "I'll try my best."
There is no humility and no guarantee to draw.
Botticelli was still standing behind Anno, intending to watch it.
Anno carefully observed the motionless Verrocchio, thinking for a long time before writing.
He painted very slowly, and it took about half an hour for Annuo to stop writing.
Verrocchio stood up from the bench, moved his stiff limbs, walked to Anno's side, and took over Anno's work.
Although the painting was done, it was only of a very average level and did not have its own style.
Verrocchio also almost understood the level of Anno's sketch.
Then, he was eager to know what Annuo's other skill levels were.
Then he and Botticelli spent a whole day tossing Anno, and Verrocchio almost figured out Anno's level.
My level of sketching is no longer that of a beginner. It's pretty good. I just lack my own style. As for other things, I don't know anything about oil painting, sculpture and jewelry processing.
It's a strange situation, because there are many large studios in Florence, but they are not as big as Verrocchio's studio, and I have never heard of any studio that only teaches sketching.
Botticelli had gone home, and Verrocchio and Anno were sitting in the studio, chatting.
"So, I want to understand your own wishes, Lawrence." Verrocchio explained, "Although I teach everything here, generally my students will choose one to focus on."
Anno replied with a smile: "Please let me think about it, Mr. Verrocchio."
Verrocchio sighed, thinking that Anno would choose sketching.
However, he also respected Annuo's choice and could only nod: "Okay, can you tell me the answer tomorrow morning?"
"No problem, sir."
"That's good." Verrocchio glanced at the clock on the wall, "Let's go. If nothing else happens, the servants should have already prepared the meal."
...
That night, Verrocchio visited the church and the mansions of several nobles and told Anno about his situation.
But what is very strange is that no one has ever heard of a noble son named Lawrence or the son of a painter who is the son of a wealthy businessman.
Verrocchio had no choice but to ask them to pay more attention to which family had lost a child named Lawrence, and then returned to his house in anger.