As Qiao Lian'er walked around the exhibition hall, she was pleasantly surprised, even though Qiao Zhizhi was not among them.
Honestly, it's a bit like the setup of the world she came from. You could say that artists are bolder and more forward-thinking in their creativity.
It combines the elegant and rich ancient charm with a refreshing modern feel, and the two are combined in a very harmonious way.
Whether you hang freehand ink paintings or realistic and intricate styles on the wall, they are both suitable.
An idea flashed through Qiao Lian'er's mind, but she didn't decide on it yet. She wanted to wait for news from the Prince Pei's residence.
Wu Qingjin escorted Qiao Zhizhi back to the Qiao family.
"Zhizhi, remember, the exhibition is early the day after tomorrow, and then we'll all have lunch together at the Prince of Guangping's Mansion. You can get to know a few more people of your generation."
As soon as Wu Qingjin left, Qiao Zhizhi went to find her previous paintings that she was satisfied with. They were mostly freehand paintings. According to Wu Qingjin, she wanted to paint them with much more detail and apply paint.
Qiao Lian'er entered the room and saw Qiao Zhizhi looking at the paints with a troubled expression.
“Lian’er, I always feel that there are not enough paints to achieve the effect I want. Some of them are too different from the actual colors, which makes the painting very biased.”
Qiao Lian'er looked at the pigments. Ancient painting pigments mainly came from minerals, which were very rare and difficult to collect. They also required grinding and purification processes, making a set very expensive. In reality, the colors of everything are colorful and diverse, and many of these ancient painting pigments could not be matched. They could only be as close as possible. This is one of the reasons why freehand painting has always been more popular than realistic painting in this land.
She doesn't quite believe that realism is really popular now; it's unrealistic.
"Sister Zhizhi, don't touch these paintings yet."
Qiao Zhizhi held the pen, unsure whether to put it down or write anything. She asked, "Why?"
"Look at these two revised ones. They are clearly not as good as the original ones. It's like adding legs to a snake."
"But—" Qiao Zhizhi wanted to talk about the exhibition, but remembering Wu Qingjin's instructions, she couldn't go back on her word.
"There are no buts, Sister Zhizhi, listen to me. I know what style you want to paint in. Maybe I can help you, but when you paint, you should focus on freehand brushwork. Paint well and don't ruin it."
Lian'er can help her. Qiao Zhizhi's eyes widened slightly. Of course she believed Lian'er's words. However, the exhibition was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, so she had no choice but to shamelessly urge, "Lian'er, then hurry up, I need it urgently."
Feeling a little embarrassed after urging her, Qiao Lian'er didn't mind, just pinched her cheek and went out.
Soon news came from the Prince Pei's residence.
"Princess, several distinguished guests have arrived and are gathered here. Please come over."
Qiao Lian'er boarded the carriage and soon arrived at Prince Pei's residence.
Pei Shijiu had those priceless paintings hung in his large study, some of which were long-lost masterpieces that people had been searching for in vain.
Those prominent figures and celebrities, showing respect to the Prince Pei's residence, all gathered today, praising the paintings hanging on the walls and screens.
"This is Zhang Da's 'Riding a Crane Back Home' painting. I've seen many fakes, so to be able to see the original today is truly a great fortune in my life."
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