One is a genius painter who has been famous for a long time in French Impressionism, and the other is a little-known nobody, this international-level painting competition immediately attracted countless people to come to watch, and even some big names were alarmed, such as some great powers in the French art world, as well as some official institutions of cultural exchanges between the two countries.
Basiler smoked a fine cigar and sat on an old rattan chair under the grape trellis, rocking the chair and reading the newspaper with a cup of sweetened black tea on the table next to him.
After reading the newspaper for a while, Basil shook his neck, put down the newspaper, took a sip of the black tea on the table, and then snapped his fingers, only to see one of his subordinates behind him immediately come over respectfully.
"Is there any news of Chen Feng?"
Basil asked casually.
"I heard that Mr.
Chan was painting in a competition with Downey, and the two of them made a bet that if Downey lost, he would lose "The Portrait of Dr.
Gachet" to Mr.
Chan, and if Mr.
Chan lost, he would lick Mr.
Downey's shoes clean."
Basil snorted, and all the black tea in his mouth squirted out.
"Chen Feng competes with others to draw?
Can he draw?
Basil immediately remembered the scene when a violent guy had a paintbrush in his hand, not a weapon...... couldn't help but tremble for a while, yes, it was the flowers and branches, and this word could best express his current situation.
"Prepare the car, let's go take a look."
Since there was such a bustle, how could Basile let it go, he immediately stood up and said. ………… At this time, in the exhibition hall, Robert Downey was painting on a canvas, and I saw him like a magical magician, using the brush and paint in his hand to do magic on the canvas, so that the onlookers held their breath, for fear that it would disturb him.
And the other protagonist of today, Chen Feng, is in front of the canvas......
Sleeping, of course, this is the first impression that others have of him, because he is at this time with his eyes closed, his body is motionless, and he is not drawing, what is he not sleeping?
In fact, Chen Feng is pranayama, when it comes to painting, he is really not a master, at most he is at the level of a primary school student, but this does not mean that he can't draw.
When anything reaches an extreme, it will return to the most primitive essence, the so-called different paths to the same end.
For a cultivator who can control any part of his body at will, painting is nothing more than presenting what he wants to express on paper with a brush, and Chen Feng can do this even with his eyes closed, so in a sense, he is not wrong to be a painter.
Downey's painting is already half-painted, his work is already on canvas, half-veiled, his work and style are influenced by Cézanne, who said that he wants to "make Impressionism as solid as the art of museums", a remark inspired by the Renaissance, often quoted and repeatedly criticized.
In his works, what Cézanne is looking for is the truth, that is, the truth of painting.
As he came to feel that his source had to be nature, people and the things of the world in which he lived, and not the stories and myths of yesteryear.
He hopes to transform what comes out of these sources into a new reality in painting, which is also the concept that Downey has always admired.
There are many well-known painters in the exhibition hall, and even many famous painters, as the so-called, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, you will know if there is, everyone has seen his strong strength and spirituality from Robert Downey's canvas, and he is worthy of being a genius painter of French Impressionism.
At this time, everyone looked at another guy who was sleeping soundly, and everyone shook their heads, revealing disdainful eyes, which is higher and which is lower, and now they can tell at a glance.
Donnie also took the time to glance at Chen Feng, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he really didn't guess wrong, this guy is really a paper tiger, hum!
I see how proud you are, waiting to lick the soles of your shoes in front of everyone, Donnie snorted coldly in his heart, no longer caring about him, and went back to continue his creation.
"Miss Guo, ...... you friend," Tao actually asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, I believe that Brother Feng has his own reason."
Guo Xinni said with confidence in Chen Feng instead.
It's just that her words didn't make Tao actually feel at ease, he looked at the guy who closed his eyes and rested, and couldn't help but shake his head, the reason why he would make every effort to promote the game between the two of them was also to see a dragon fight, and he had already made up his mind, no matter whether Chen Feng's painting was good or not, he would pay a lot of money to buy it, and he would regard it as a rising star in Huaxia who supported him, but what he didn't expect was that this one called Chen Feng disappointed him too much.
Just when everyone thought that Chen Feng had given up the game, I saw that this guy finally moved, he picked up a paintbrush in his hand, his eyes were still closed, as if he had not woken up from a big dream, he was painting quickly on the canvas, the speed was very fast, like a mass of afterimages, so that the onlookers could not see what he had painted on the canvas at all.
At first, everyone was taken aback by his speed, but soon showed a contemptuous look at him, this guy is afraid that he is not scribbling, he didn't even open his eyes, and he can draw something good, you must know that painting is not about speed, but quality, not who can win fast.
Before he could reach three minutes, he saw Chen Feng put down the brush in his hand, then picked up a cover cloth, covered his painting, opened his eyes and said, "Okay, I've finished painting." ” "What?
This......
That's how it draws......
Finished drawing?
” "He's not kidding, is he?
Even if you give up on yourself, you can't be so willful!
” All of a sudden, everyone in the audience was stunned, and their jaws fell to the ground, and this guy slept a lot, and then picked up a paintbrush and scribbled on the canvas, and when everyone didn't see what the hell he was drawing, he announced that he was finished?
Donnie was also taken aback by Chen Feng's words at first, but he soon calmed down, for three minutes, his eyes were still closed, what the hell can this guy draw, I'm afraid he can't even draw an egg, right?
It seems that he knew that he had no chance of winning, so he simply gave up.
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Donnie sneered, he continued to continue his creation unhurriedly, I don't know why, today he was in surprisingly good shape, this painting was more satisfactory than he imagined, not long after, he also put down his pen, clapped his hands, and said with confidence: "Okay, I'm done with the painting too." ”