Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 323 The Academic School

Austria, Vienna, Vienna Academy of Arts.

Outside the bright studio shaded by trees, several young people waited anxiously.

"What? Isn't the teacher finished yet? Didn't you say that you can finish it today?" One of the young people couldn't help asking again.

"Hey, it's not that you don't know the teacher's temper. You don't care about other things, but this painting can't be sloppy at all, and it's very good!" Another young man laughed: "Don't paint. If you are satisfied, how can you come out?"

"Oh, this painting has been painted for more than three months, and it has never taken such a long time before." Another young man was slightly dissatisfied.

"The Wheat Reaper of Mont-Saint-Pell" is a large-scale work after all, so it is understandable that it takes a little more time." A young man comforted: "But the teacher said that it can be finished today, so let's finish it today." It will definitely be completed, but it will be a little later.”

Amidst the quiet waiting and soft discussions, a whole morning passed.

At noon, when everyone was a little hungry, the door of the studio opened, and a middle-aged man with a beard came out. He was wearing a long-sleeved bib, which was covered with various colors of paint, even his beard There are some colors stained on it.

This is Master Lermi, one of the heads of the painting department of the Vienna Academy of Arts, a famous painting master in the mainland, and also a top martial arts expert who uses painting to martial arts!
And the group of young people outside are his disciples.

"Teacher, have you finished?" The oldest and most experienced disciple among them spoke first.

"Yeah, it's finally finished. The hard work of these three months has not been in vain." Master Lermi has always been serious: "Everyone is here today, so let's all come in and observe."

I saw a huge oil painting on the huge drawing board where the sun was shining.The mountains in the distance, the golden wheat fields, the woman working in the field, the woman holding a scythe in one hand and wiping sweat in the other, the man lying on the wheat stack resting quietly, the tired woman holding a handful of wheat ears, Patchwork, different shapes, full of expression, it is indeed a masterpiece of a master.

"Ah, this is really, really great!" one of the disciples exclaimed.

"As expected of a teacher, the layers of the wheat field, the harmonious tones" That was another disciple.

"There are still these few people, this demeanor, this action, it's really..." This is another disciple.

"Okay, let me explain." Master Lermi interrupted the boasting and pursuit of his disciples, and began to explain in a serious tone: "In this painting, I used some new techniques, such as this wheat field, It is very difficult to express the dynamic sense of the wind blowing through the wheat field, and the use of color is very harsh. My solution is to shake the paint from the pen tip with internal force, first apply a very thin layer, and then there are these characters We all know that the eyes are the most important thing to express the expression! It is the eyes! This requires very detailed characterization! Similarly, we use internal force to completely separate the brush hairs on the tip of the brush, and use the power of each fine hair to draw their eyes individually, which requires an extremely uniform internal force output and a steady wrist"

Before I knew it, another afternoon passed.

Finally, Master Lermy's explanation was over, and the painting "The Wheat Reaper of Mount Saint-Perl" was also moved to the secret room dedicated to preserving paintings.

Then he looked around at all the disciples: "Okay, I know that you are all simmering in your heart, and you are not serious about listening to the class. Besides, these rare people have come, so tell me, what's the matter?"

"This, it's like this." The oldest and most experienced disciple answered: "Recently, a special kind of painting has appeared on the market, no matter among dignitaries, ordinary people, or even those vulgar mercenary adventurers. Very popular. We want to report to you."

"Oh? A new painting? What do you mean? A new painting technique?" Master Lermi became interested: "Which master's work is it?"

"No, no, no, it's not the work of the master, um. It was drawn by a group of guys who are not on the stage." The disciple hurriedly said: "It is a very inferior work."

"What is unworthy? What is low quality?" Master Lermi's tone became serious again: "How many times have I told you that no matter how primitive or inferior a painting is, as long as someone likes it, it represents it Have certain qualities that people like! We have to learn it! Learn this quality! Integrate into your own work! Make your work better!"

"Oh." A disciple patted his thigh, took out a picture book from his pocket, and handed it over respectfully: "Teacher, you should read it yourself."

Master Laermi frowned and took the album.

"Oh, "Jack the Great Swordsman", is it a biography? But the cover is painted so well, it's really unbearable to see, the lines are rigid, the movements are stiff, and the expression is erratic. There is no merit at all." Although critics , but Master Lermi continued to open the album: "Oh, this distant view, how did he learn to paint, this distance is not right at all, the proportion of this house and the mountain is not harmonious at all, and this coloring, It's just disgusting."

"Such a small piece of paper, actually want to draw four full pictures? It's crazy! How many details have to be missed? Let alone depicting the environment, depicting a character is not enough!"

"Stupid! Stupid! Still dull! Nothing of my own! It's completely at the level of a beginner's copying!" Master Lermi's tone was not polite at all: "The copying is still another beginner's painting! This is really."

While being full of criticism, Master Lermi turned the entire album to the end.

"Is this what you are talking about?" Master Lermi said with disdain on his face, "These things are just a little interesting in their own stories. The techniques in this whole book can only be regarded as beginners' graffiti!"

"But... Teacher." A disciple reported: "But with this standard, this kind of picture book can sell thousands of copies every week!"

"Thousands of copies?" Master Lermi was taken aback: "Just this kind of graffiti? Sell thousands of copies? Also, how does he have time to draw so many?"

"It's like this." A disciple began to explain: "I went to find out. You also know that in the old city, there are many people who have not been admitted to our college. This is the group of people who eat and drink. Some time ago, someone gathered them together, probably more than 500 people, and formed a kind of Vienna comic book club. They draw this kind of comic book every day and publish a book every week. The musicians who failed the rankings, the performers helped to sell."

"Yes, teacher, they have published four volumes now, and it is said that each volume can sell thousands of copies, not only in Vienna, but also in other cities." Another disciple also chimed in.

"Four volumes have come out? What about the other three volumes?" Master Lermi asked.

Immediately, a disciple took out the other three books and handed them over,

Master Laermi didn't speak, but quietly flipped through the pages.

Finally, after a long wait, all the manga books were turned to the end, and Master Laermi also spoke again: "Okay, I understand the general situation, but why did you come to me?"

"We are thinking, I hope the teacher can find a way to find a few adults, exert pressure, and ban this manga club so that it will no longer produce this kind of rubbish!" A disciple hurriedly said.

"Yeah, they also named it Vienna Comic Book. If this kind of rubbish picture book is circulated, people who don't know it in other places will see it and think it was produced by our college. This will ruin the reputation of our college!" Another Also chimed in.

"That's right, teacher, they must have chosen this name on purpose! It's just to gain the reputation of our art academy! These rubbish painters, painting this kind of rubbish, just want to damage the reputation of our academy." Another disciple The words are profound.

"Is that so?" Master Lermi fell into deep thought as he stroked the beard on his chin.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Well, let's go to that comic book club tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)