Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 304 Strange Job

Klimt got up early the next morning. Today he didn't go to the art street to sell paintings, but waited at the door of the hotel.

Surprisingly, he was not the only one at the door of the hotel, there were two other young people with eager and expectant faces. Klimt knew them. They were also poor painters living here, but they didn’t know him Live in the same room, and only occasionally see him in the hotel, which can be regarded as a familiar face.

There was no pleasantries, no inquiries, no loud urging, the three of them stood at the stairs, waiting silently.After a while, another person came. This person shared the room with Klimt, but he was just an acquaintance. After all, there are more than 30 berths in a room of this kind of chicken feather hotel. It's big, life pressure is also high, and we rarely communicate with each other, let alone make friends.

"Snapped"

The small window of the small room was opened, and the old man's head was exposed: "It's so early, wait a minute, I'll be right out."

There was a rustling, as if putting on clothes.

After a while, the old man opened the door and walked out: "Okay, everyone follow me up."

While taking everyone upstairs and chatting, he introduced: "The person who hired you this time is named Adolf. What do you draw, but he said that the price will not be less, so please rest assured.”

Hearing the old man's introduction, the expressions of the four of them relaxed a lot. After all, such a person is more or less well-informed. Even if they can't accept it at that time and plan not to do it, they won't tear themselves apart and can't stay in the hotel .

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

There was a knock on the door, and after a while the door opened, and an extremely strong figure appeared in front of everyone.

The old man introduced: "Ah, this is Adolf, the boss who hired you, although I haven't seen you for a few years, he looks a bit strong, but he is a good person."

Then he introduced to the strong man: "Here are four first, they are all good guys, honest people, they are all good guys who are not oily, and their drawing skills are very solid."

"Okay, come in first. Come in and say." Adolf opened the door and welcomed the four of them in.

But the old man didn't come in: "I still have something to do down here, just call me if you need anything."

After all, he went downstairs.

Adolf, a strong man, was not the only one in the room, but also a young man with an ordinary face, who was sitting on the bed and looking at everyone with a smile on his face.

"I heard that several of them are painters, and their painting skills are good?" Zhang Ang asked.

"Yes, well, I'm a painter. Although I haven't been admitted to the art academy, I have never stopped painting practice." One of the four hurriedly said: "I am good at painting various portraits of people, sir, you want to see my works Is it? It’s in the cabinet downstairs, and it’ll be brought up right away.”

"No, no need, I believe Mr. Barry's recommendation." Zhang Ang waved his hand to deny his suggestion, and then continued: "Then let me tell you about your next job? This job is very simple, just Paint according to our requirements. Of course, we will also provide the paper and paints used for painting! As for the basic salary, it is calculated on the basis of 8 hours of painting per day. I guarantee that your monthly salary will not be less than 50 silver , of course there will be more excellent painters.”

At this time, another person among the four stood up and interrupted Zhang Ang's statement: "I'm sorry sir, if what you mean by painting are those shameless and obscene paintings, I don't think I can take this It’s a job, I’m an artist, I can’t paint stuff just for the money.”

"Come on, Schiller, with your level, how many paintings can you sell this month? The accommodation fee has been owed on credit for two months, and now I can hardly afford food. What kind of art are you still pursuing? What are you pretending to be noble?" The four Another person in the crowd shouted: "Anyway, I don't want to go to the city hall to beg for those moldy bitter meals. Boss, just tell me, whatever you want to paint, as long as you give me money, I will paint it!"

That Schiller's face was ugly, his lips twitched a bit, but he didn't continue to speak, and he didn't turn around to leave.

"Don't worry, it's not what you think, it's not those obscene paintings for fun in the boudoir." Zhang Ang glanced at Adolf who was also looking ugly next to him, and continued: "I hired everyone to try it out and draw a new kind of painting. paintings, I call them comics!"

"Cartoon? What's that?" Klimt was the first to ask the question this time.

"It is a form of painting with a large space and covers a lot of content. I have never learned painting, and I don't know if I can draw it, so I want to invite you to try it first." Zhang Ang explained.

"Then, how to test?" It was the careless one among the four who spoke.

"Then let me talk about my concept of 'caricature' first. You can judge whether you can draw it." Zhang Ang began to tell in detail: "Nowadays, mainstream paintings generally have landscapes, figures, buildings, and other forms. There are techniques such as sketching, gouache, oil paint, etc. There are also some big scenes such as wars and enthronement ceremonies, as well as large-scale productions such as church murals and domes. But these paintings are without exception. If you want to paint a good one, you have to spend a lot of money For a long time, I think everyone has been deeply touched."

"Well, yes, it usually takes more than a month for small-scale oil paintings." Klimt agreed, "But the fastest is pencil sketches. It only takes a few hours to draw a portrait of a person! But they take If it is not on the stage, oil painting is the most respected thing now. Oil painting does not take time and effort, so it is not good to paint."

"What do you mean? Do you look down on those of us who draw sketches?" Another of the four jumped out immediately.

"No, no, of course not. I mean, in terms of selling money, the sketch is obvious." Klimt quickly softened.

"Okay, okay, be quiet, let me continue." Zhang Ang patted the table and interrupted their argument: "My so-called manga, what I pursue is a fast! With the fastest speed, the smallest The space, through a few pieces of drawing paper divided into blocks, draw a complete story!"

"What, what do you mean?" The young man named Schiller asked in confusion.

"Adolf." Zhang Ang called Adolf next to him: "Show them the one you drew yesterday."

Without further ado, Adolf took out a piece of drawing paper from the drawer and handed it over.

After receiving this painting, the four of them were stunned, because none of them had ever seen such a new style of painting.

A whole sheet of drawing paper is divided into four grids.In the first grid is a little boy standing on a grassy field, posing for a punch.In the second grid, apart from the little boy, another adult appeared, with a text explanation next to it, which was what the adult was saying. The adult was instructing the little boy to practice boxing.A house appeared in the third grid, and a woman was waving outside the house. The text beside it stated that the woman was calling her husband and son to go home for dinner. In the fourth grid, a dining table was drawn, and a family of three was eating around the dining table. , the text next to it shows that the husband and wife are boasting that their son has made rapid progress in learning boxing in the past few days.

The whole painting is based on the most basic pencil sketch, the lines are very simple, even many details are not drawn, but through the rough outline of the image, the scene and the text next to it, a whole continuous event is vivid on the paper, very vivid intuitive.

To be honest, the painting skills in this painting are very ordinary, and the composition is not rigorous. The light and darkness, space, black, white and gray are even more unnoticed, and it can only be regarded as a poor draft.

However, this new style of painting is very fresh. Compared with the ordinary drawing paper and one scene, this one drawing paper consists of four scenes forming an event, which can be said to be very special and subversive.

"What do you mean? This is a caricature?" Klimt's voice was a little unsteady.

"Yes, this one is just a draft. When it is officially painted, it will be more refined, and maybe it needs to be colored." Zhang Ang explained: "The one you see is just a scene at the beginning of the story. You are here to perfect it! Through the form of comics, draw the whole story in my mind!"

(End of this chapter)