109.Chapter 109
Hao Jian pointed to Qian Shaohang's painting and said: "Your painting has a very good layout, perfect coloring, and a superior color matching, so that people can't help but fall into it at a glance." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ infoβ
Qian Shaohang cut very unceremoniously, with a disdainful expression on his face. I don't know?
"Handsome guy, we asked you to point out the shortcomings of Qian Shaohang's painting, but we didn't make you sycophant. The sexy beauty Zhang Qiuya said playfully, staring at Hao Jian.
Hao Jian nodded: "Next, I'm going to talk about your shortcomings, you focus on color, but you are too much in pursuit of perfection, so that the color is too prominent." Will the sea of flowers at sunset really be so bright and vivid?"
Hearing this, Qian Shaohang and Qiu Lao were stunned, and subconsciously looked at the painting, Qiu Lao looked at it very seriously, and wanted to know if he really looked away.
"Of course, it can't be so bright, the light of the sunset should be dim, with a sense of vicissitudes, more orange, but your color is golden, not so much the sunset, it is better to say that it is the sun. β
Hao Jian continued to comment that the color alone is no longer reasonable.
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At this time, hearing Hao Jian say this, Qiu Lao couldn't help but gasp, and found that Qian Shaohang's painting really had a fatal problem.
Seeing Qiu Lao's reaction, Qian Shaohang's face was a little unpleasant:
"But from this point of view, I say that my painting is not good, then you must be a little picky in the egg, right? I can say that my painting is reflecting an artistic conception, since it is an artistic conception, you don't need to pursue too much rationality and reality, do you understand it as a layman?"
Qian Shaohang's voice fell, and he threw the question to Hao Jian, and at this time, everyone also turned their eyes to Hao Jian again, waiting for his answer.
"Yes, you can indeed say it's an artistic conception. But since it is an artistic conception, what artistic conception do you want to embody? Is it bright and moving, or is it melancholy? If it is bright and moving, you might as well paint the bright sun, which can highlight the vividness of the painting; if it is the vicissitudes of life, why don't you put the color a little deeper and more restrained, and then paint a girl standing in the sea of flowers and looking up at the sunset, which can better reflect the depth and texture of the painting. You will give people a sense of nondescriptry, you know?"
After listening to Hao Jian's opinion, everyone looked at Qian Shaohang's painting again, and seemed to feel that it was not so good.
And Qiu Lao was also thoughtful for a while, and then his face showed a look of understanding, and then bowed deeply to Hao Jian:
"Taught. β
Everyone was stunned, even Qiu Lao was like this, which meant that the problem that Hao Jian said really existed, and at this time, when they looked at Hao Jian's eyes, there were some changes.
"It's as if you know it very well, and if you have the ability, you can draw one yourself and take a look. Zhang Qiuya said disdainfully, she was on Qian Shaohang's side, so she naturally wanted to speak for Qian Shaohang.
At this time, Qiu Lao, who heard this, frowned, and couldn't help but scold twice:
"Is it true that if you can't draw, you can't evaluate paintings? In other words, I'm not qualified to evaluate paintings?"
Qiu Lao also can't draw, and Zhang Qiuya's words undoubtedly scolded him.
"That's not what I meant. Zhang Qiuya's face was full of embarrassment, and she hurriedly defended!
She didn't dare to offend Qiu Lao, otherwise, the artworks in her gallery would not be able to sell in the future.
"I don't care what you mean, I'll tell you right now. People who know how to draw may not be able to draw, just like if you think a song is good, do you have to ask that you must sing it in order to listen to it?" said Qiu Lao unceremoniously.
Then Zhang Qiuya had nothing to say.
"It's okay, anyway, today is Che Xiaoxiao's birthday, and I don't have anything to send Che Xiao, so I'll just paint a picture for her, the painting is not good, don't laugh at it." Hao Jian smiled, and then asked:
"Is there any watercolor here?"
"You love to joke, this is a bar, how can there be watercolors? You know there is no here, that's why you dare to say that, right?"
Zhang Qiuya sarcastically said that she didn't dare to offend Qiu Lao, so she vented all her grievances on Hao Jian.
Hao Jian also ignored Zhang Qiuya's ridicule, and said: "Since there is no watercolor, then use wine, I think there should be a bar here?"
"Painting with wine?" everyone thought it was very interesting.
"You wait, I'll give it to you at once. β
The owner of the bar was also immediately interested, and ran away quickly, and then quickly walked over with a case of colorful liquor and a blank piece of paper.
"Brother, whatever you choose, I won't charge you money!" said the bar owner very boldly, he had never seen anyone who could paint with wine, and he could feast his eyes on it, and spending a few hundred dollars was nothing.
"Then thank you, brother. Hao Jian nodded, and then selected four bottles of wine from it.
"That's it. β
"Is it okay to just four colors?" the bar owner was surprised, didn't there be at least dozens of colors to draw a picture?
"Enough. Hao Jian said with a smile, then ignored the slightly suspicious eyes of everyone and began to move.
He took a few glasses and poured a few bottles of his choice into them, and the glasses immediately melted into a variety of colors.
Everyone was shocked that Hao Jian actually used four bottles of wine to melt five different colors.
Old Qiu covered his beard and nodded, from this point, he could be sure that Hao Jian must be a veteran.
"That's amazing. A man dressed as a guitarist couldn't help but admire.
"What's so great about this, I will too!" Qian Shaohang snorted dissatisfiedly.
"People use wine to make colors, can you?" the guitarist pouted.
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Qian Shaohang didn't know how to answer at this time, if it was okay, then if everyone let him show his hand, it would be a big deal.
After mixing the color, Hao Jian directly dipped his fingers in the wine, and then began to decorate the pure white paper with colors.
They watched Hao Jian embellish the paper, but they didn't think that Hao Jian was painting, more like he was scribbling, and after painting for a long time, no one knew what Hao Jian was drawing.
"What. β
Zhang Qiuya pursed her lips disdainfully, thinking that this kid really didn't know how to pretend to understand, what kind of messy thing is this, it's just a bunch of messy colors.
Hao Jian ignored it and continued to concentrate on painting, and in half an hour, his "scribble" was successful.
"Mr. Hao Jian, why don't you introduce to me, what is the name of your painting? A lot of smudges?" Qian Shaohang laughed, this can also be called a painting?
Hao Jian didn't speak, and directly turned over the painting.
Then everyone shut up.