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Chapter 37 is vivid, liberating, and disliked.
Whether the picture is good or bad can be seen with the naked eye.
The most fitting and highest-level description for a dynamic portrait is nothing other than the word "vivid".
Cheng Wang's sketches are vivid.
The dynamics are precise, the shapes are lifelike, the perspective is reasonable, and the structure is clear.
Three pencils of different shades, 2B, 6B, and 14B, twirled and moved between his palms.
His painting style is quite casual, without following strict steps, yet it is still orderly and not at all rushed.
When techniques and ideas are integrated and follow one's own habits and desires, this in itself is a process.
The form was quickly established, and the light and shadow boundary was found at the same time. Then, dark tones were applied.
The blurred and diffused lead powder makes the picture look as if it has stepped out of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio", shrouded in a hazy painted skin.
The facial features are still only lightly marked, and the actual shaping process has not yet begun.
It only took 20 minutes to complete this step.
Cheng Wang's movements didn't seem fast.
But it is exceptionally stable, and the entire shaping process is completed in one go.
With eyes, mind, and hands all working together.
The eraser held in my left hand for a long time is practically useless, with no real purpose. It only plays a minor role when adjusting the light and shadow, erasing some of the slightly darker colors.
The sketch is still far from being detailed.
But at this moment, Sun Yifeng was absolutely certain that the student recommended by his old classmate was definitely a promising talent!
The more convinced he became, the more curious he became.
This kid's sketch from memory...
How much weight can one actually achieve with a painting?
His skill is evident, and his painting style possesses an unusual spirituality.
Taking on challenging tests is not a rash decision or something done without reason.
Even if the final product is not satisfactory, Sun Yifeng still thinks that this courage is commendable and deserves encouragement.
Of course, he prefers to believe it.
With this kind of fighting style, how could it possibly backfire so easily?
rustle--
The paper was rubbed, rising and falling.
The two teachers remained silent, leaving the small art studio entirely to Cheng Wang to focus on his art.
In the blink of an eye, the painting came into the eyes of the girl being sketched.
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
In determining whether a character can be portrayed convincingly, the eyes are the highest priority among the facial features.
In my imagination, this girl should be running towards the light, her face directly exposed to the sunlight.
Therefore, the pupils that can express emotions must not only ensure that the shades of black and white are layered, but also ensure that the deepest part does not exceed the main dark side of the entire face.
Otherwise, the integrity will inevitably be compromised.
However, for him, this basic principle required no thought at all.
Before the brain gave the order, the hands moved first.
Following the principles of geometric drawing, Cheng Wang imagined the eye as a deep concave cube with a small sphere embedded in it, and from the details, he first found the deepest shadowed surface.
The little finger moves nimbly in the palm.
The three pencils rotate like a revolver magazine, ejecting the darkest 14B pencil and cocking it between the thumb and forefinger.
The bullet was at the muzzle of the gun; there was no choice but to fire.
The pupil, composed of countless tiny lines, is three-dimensional and exquisite, and has already taken shape.
With a light stroke of the Sakura brand eraser, you can create a highlight.
This sketch, which was mostly blank, suddenly came to life and was given vitality.
And the subsequent creation of similar themes was completed one after another.
The fundamental difference between the joint entrance examination style and the school-specific examination style is thus fully revealed.
To be precise, Cheng Wang last received systematic training for the joint entrance examination more than ten years ago in his previous life.
Through long-term self-improvement, one develops a personal style of drawing, which, from the perspective of the joint entrance examination, is undoubtedly not so conventional.
Just like.
The joint entrance exam emphasizes rigor. Even in the principal's class, a unified procedure is required. First, the tone of each part is roughly laid out, and then each part is sculpted one by one.
The advantage is that as long as you don't make mistakes in the black, white, and gray tones, even if the details are handled roughly, the overall quality will look better, and you'll be more likely to get a higher score.
The downside is that repeated overlays cause the paper to peel quite easily, making many brushstrokes look dirty.
To ensure he could pass the college entrance exam, Cheng Wang kept his painting relatively restrained, using a step-by-step framework to unleash his full potential.
Now, the joint entrance examination is no longer a constraint.
He held the pen as if he were in his element, completely unleashing his true nature.
Cheng Wang had a "bad habit" that Wang Huiming would definitely not allow.
Whether it's the face or the body, he meticulously completed every detail that needed to be explored.
By extending and enlarging the local area, the ribbon cables in each place are then connected.
If a candidate with poor skills tries to draw a sketch according to this model, the result will inevitably be uneven in color, with some parts dark and some light.
Forget about aesthetics, getting a passing grade is a success!
Unless one is very confident and has complete faith in their own skills, a normal art student would never paint like this.
Excitement shone in Cheng Wang's eyes.
Sun Yifeng then looked at Wang Huiming.
The latter slapped his hand in the mouth, meaning:
Don't ask me, I never taught it!
About two and a half hours have passed.
This sketch came to a close with Cheng Wang's final touch in shaping the clothing.
A cheerful girl jogs along, chasing the light and playing in the wind.
The pristine white short-sleeved shirt fits snugly against the torso, with just the right amount of messy, slightly disheveled wrinkles.
The hem of the dress is cleverly designed with a small knot that cinches the waist and abdomen, revealing a glimpse of the waist's graceful curves.
The lower part is left blank, with blurred and indistinct lines. Although skin is visible, it is only in this corner, leaving room for imagination.
No other good reference book could contain such a well-designed shape.
At the edges of the image, there's no need to depict too much detail.
Not too eye-catching, but just the right amount to complement the girl's natural charm.
Cheng Wang stood up from in front of the easel.
back off.
Examine the painting closely.
Then a satisfied and delighted smile appeared on his face.
The two teachers might think this is a high-difficulty challenge.
But he himself doesn't think so.
The half-length sketch in front of me simply conveys the image in my mind.
That's it.
Showing off skills?
nonexistent.
The skill is there for all to see, why show it off?
Before the joint entrance exam, I had also drawn a portrait of Mu Ziling in a similar way.
He shifted his gaze to the girl's face.
This portrait, drawn from memory, features short, dashing hair that flutters in the wind; it is none other than Li Xixi.
While pondering the content of his painting, he remembered that he had an appointment today, but had to postpone it and leave his class monitor waiting.
The two faces from high school and college overlapped, creating a sense of familiarity that lingered inexplicably.
Cheng Wang remembers that this face was far from what it seemed, and did not understand what loss and retreat were.
If she's unhappy, then use sketching and an eraser—the methods I'm best at—to make her happy.
With this in mind, the sketches submitted to two teachers for review were born.
"Teacher Wang, Teacher Sun, I've finished drawing."
Cheng Wang turned around and smiled.
Wang Huiming said smugly, "Teacher Sun, please give me some feedback on my students. Hey, let me learn from you how our school exams are graded."
"Um……"
Sun Yifeng pondered for a long time.
I don't really like it.
Wang Huiming immediately puffed out his beard and glared, "What's wrong? What brilliant idea do you have? Your drawing is so beautiful, I don't believe you can't even pass the preliminary exam! I invited you here, not to say anything discouraging, okay?"
Cheng Wang secretly observed the two old brothers arguing and keenly realized that Sun Yifeng had actually fully recognized his work.
That old Sun...
He's definitely not saying anything serious!
"Huh? You're being strange. I only said I didn't like it, I didn't say I wouldn't pass the preliminary exam, and I certainly didn't say the drawing was bad."
"Then why did you say you didn't like it?"
As expected, Cheng Wang guessed correctly.
Sun Yifeng glared back at the teacher and student.
"I like long hair!"