Chapter 614: criticism

Gao Shan’s words are thorny, and Lin Fan really wants to provoke people without losing anything. He doesn’t care what others think of him. Anyway, he must first describe the other party’s despicable qualities, and then hurt the enemy by one thousand and five, paying attention to ridicule. The details, etc., are fully displayed.
As a painter, Jia Bei is very arrogant, but his understanding of painting is not as superficial as Gao Shan. He just focused on showing off. When Lin Fan said that, he noticed that the man in the painting was indeed hanging on his waist. With a waist card, I can feel the artistic conception in the painting carefully, and I really have the feeling of helplessness towards reality.
He didn't entangle Lin Fan's actions like Gao Shan did, but took a deep look at the insurance sales.
"Let's go, let's go inside. The more you go in the hall, the more good works will be. I have a few works on the inside."
Walking forward along the road, as Jiabei said, the more you go inward, the higher the level of these paintings, and the more expensive the price. I saw that the price of the five thousand and upwards is all high. Here, I can't find anything under 10,000 yuan.
"Look, the first few are mine, and the price is ten thousand and five." Jia Bei proudly guided several people.
When I walked there, I saw a few people who seemed to be surrounded there from a distance.
"What's going on, that is my painting." Jia Bei was puzzled. It turned out that the place where a few people were watching was his work.
When I walked closer, I heard a few voices.
"This painting is very general, I don't know how it is placed here."
"There is Shen Yun, but unfortunately I can't feel the charm at all. The author paints purely for the sake of painting."
"This kind of painting may look good to laymen, but people who really know how to paint can see the flaws of this painting at a glance."
"That's true."
Listening to those people, Lin Fan nodded slightly. He was actually very curious. He had never touched these things in his memory, but it seemed that he had already understood a lot in his mind.
During this period of time, he has always had this illusion. Many things clearly remembered that he hadn't touched at all, but it seemed that he knew it already, like going to a high-end restaurant yesterday...
Jiabei was naturally angry when he heard these comments. As a proud painter, how could he tolerate others saying that he was wrong.
I walked there in large strides, "Who are you? What are you talking about here?"
"Who are you?" The other party walked out a young man holding a folding fan, "We are just talking about painting, what is it to you."
"Yes." A girl who looked sixteen or seventeen years old with quirky spirits all over her body also said, "This painting is flawed, can't we evaluate it? If you are afraid of being evaluated, don't take it. Come out to the exhibition."
"Oh, I want to listen, what are the flaws in this painting?" Jia Bei angrily asked.
"You have to ask the author of this painting." The young man with a folding fan swayed the object in his hand, which was quite scholarly.
"You guys who have eyes but no bead, the author is standing in front of you, just tell if you have any dissatisfaction!" Gao Shan walked out from behind Jia Bei. Today, she wanted to show off her behavior, but she just walked to her boyfriend. Before her painting, there were so many people mocking her face here, which made her very uncomfortable.
"Oh? Are you the author?" The folding fan man said softly.
"Yes." Jiabei replied.
"No wonder, depending on your age, I will be relieved." The folding fan man showed his original tone.
"What do you mean? You look younger than me, right."
"The realm is different." The folding fan man said, "I ask you, what is your painting."
"It's obviously a woman."
"What he asked was what you wanted to show." Lin Fan spoke softly beside him, causing all the people who had been talking to look at him.
The man with the folding fan nodded approvingly, "Look, I said that the realm is different, it's like pointing my finger on it and asking you what it is, but you can only think of the roof, not the sky."
"Joke." Jia Bei said: "I made this painting. Don't I know what it is?"
"Then you answer my question just now, did you paint this woman for one person or for one idea?"
"Naturally means one person," Jiabei replied.
"Since it refers to one person, why is the background rendered so powerful?" This time it was the quirky girl who said, "The main feature of Chinese painting is that it is based on ink lines, which are used to express the outline, brightness and texture of objects, and at the same time through the ink lines It can also express the thought and spirit of the painter. The ink line itself is an aesthetic value, but you have completely abandoned this point. I can only see the dark ink in your painting, and this picture does not know what to reflect. ."
The girl continued, "Furthermore, the pen and ink is the most important in Chinese painting. The pen and ink you use can't meet the painting language such as the weather, color, composition, artistic conception, taste, etc., to be nice, you have not To learn thoroughly, it’s ugly. Even a beginner is better than you in these basic aspects. The reason why my brother is relieved when he sees your age is because he knows that he can show up at your age. Most of the painters belong to the proud and complacent generation. They think that with a little achievement, they can find another way and open up their own path. You don’t know that you want to learn to run without even learning how to walk, which is ridiculous!"
Jia Bei's face was extremely ugly to be held for such duties by a 16 or 7-year-old girl, and there was also Gao Shan. She also felt that it was too embarrassing to herself.
"You brothers and sisters are not ashamed of this, and talk on paper. Can you paint better than me?"
"I can't talk about it better." The folding fan youth smiled slightly, "No one dares to say that painting is better than anyone else. I can only say that I am more proficient. For example, if we two paint together, maybe I understand Shen Yun. I am more proficient than you, but the background description behind you is more detailed than mine."
"Brother, don't be modest. The background description is meticulous. The background he painted is superfluous. Not only can it not achieve any good results, but it will also reduce the charm, and it will be inferior."
"Little girl, you are a bit too aggressive."
"Why, why don't people tell me if there are defects? Is it possible that you are really an old man like Qi Baishi and Xu Beihong? I tell you, even if you reach their level, you will accept your shortcomings with a humility, unlike you. Don't let people say so!"
"Enough!" Jiabei yelled, attracting the attention of many people around him, "You are so full of words and have so many insights. Why don't we compare?"
"Comparison?" The girl looked at him, "Don't let it go. I just want to point out the flaws in your painting. I don't mean to compete."
"Could it be that you are afraid?" The girl's refusal made Jia Bei affirm that this is a girl who can only be fierce.
"I'm so afraid, but you, can you really withstand the blow?"