Chapter 21: 21. Department of Oil Painting

Luan Xiaotian's hands kept moving between the three bottles of oil, and finally chose linseed oil.
For her painting waste, poppy oil is really not suitable.
In comparison, linseed oil is the best choice.
The big deal is to scrape it off with a paint knife and repaint it.
When Luan Xiaotian took the round pen and dipped the oil paint in his hand, he fell into a long thought.
Nan Yukong has been watching her from the side, holding another hazel-shaped pen in his hand and standing in front of the huge rough linen canvas.
Suddenly, Luan Xiaotian sat down on the grass before he picked up the pen.
When the nib was about to fall on the canvas, it stopped abruptly.
After thinking for a while, a small brush was held in Luan Xiaotian's hand.
After thinking about it, I first laid a light blue base color on one corner of the canvas.
Luan Xiaotian's reticence replaced all thoughts.
I had known it now, why the original oil painting class was either skipping class or gagging, but now I really have to start writing and have no clue.
Turning around, Nan Yukong was already standing on the folding ladder and the draft was painted.
He didn't paint characters, but chose the more difficult scenery for her.
When you look at it quietly, you can see its distance and the ratio of levels just by looking at a landscape.
This... makes her really suspect that he is really not a president, twenty thought masters hidden in the fireworks!
The master of painting!
Luan Xiaotian didn't believe everything he saw with his eyes.
Looking at the blue in my corner, I simply drew a few strokes and added a few small embellishments.
For a long time after that, her attention was all on Nan Yukong.
The pen in Nan Yukong's hand seemed to be life-giving, smooth and free.
The pen is him, and he is the pen in his hand.
Through the composition of the whole picture, the depth space of illusion is formed. The world in the painting and the real world seem to merge into one, and people who see it seem to have already walked into that tree-lined path.
The light-dark relationship makes the object image in the painting unified under the light from a main light source, and the layering from near to far is clearer because of the layers of paint.
Luan Xiaotian can see Nan Yukong's dedication from the draft to the large background color, and then to the handling of every detail, even if he has spent enough time in the selection and color adjustment of every kind of paint.
A small hazel-shaped pen is like alive, waving freely, free and round.
"Turpentine." Nan Yukong stared at the painting and said suddenly.
"Huh?" Luan Xiaotian suddenly reacted, picking up the turpentine on the ground and tiptoeing it to Nan Yukong, "Here is the turpentine."
After Nan Yukong poured the paint into the turpentine to make it thinner, he did not continue to move, but got down from the folding ladder and stared at the corner of Luan Xiaotian's masterpiece.
A bucket of paint goes down...
Nothing!
Luan Xiaotian was shocked, that was the orchid she painted!
"Draw again." Nan Yukong said in a cold tone, very puzzled that the painting was not a lump of things, "Four different."
Luan Xiaotian complained about it, and he was even more demanding than her previous art teacher.
At the very least, the previous art teacher would say she has made progress or something perfunctory, but Nan Yukong is the most shocking three words when it comes up.
"I...n't painted an oil painting." Luan Xiaotian looked aggrieved.
After taking so few classes, it shouldn't be considered lying.
"It's not enough if you want to go to the oil painting department. You should understand." Nan Yukong was extremely serious and put all the things needed for painting in front of Luan Xiaotian.
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