However, Qiao Zhizhi has already agreed to hold an art exhibition, and Wu Qingjin may have already spread the news, so there's no way to refuse now.
Since that's the case, let's take this opportunity to promote Sister Zhizhi's reputation.
Qiao Lian'er can't tell Qiao Zhizhi those things that can't be made public yet, because Wu Qingjin is her most cherished friend, and if she finds out she's been betrayed, it will definitely be a huge blow to her.
First, secure your reputation; we can worry about the rest later.
Qiao Lian'er carried a box and entered Qiao Zhizhi's room.
The more Qiao Zhizhi looked at the revised paintings, the more unnatural they seemed, as if two discordant things were mixed together. However, she believed that Wu Qingjin would not lie to her; there must be something wrong with her.
The thought of the exhibition starting the day after tomorrow filled her with a sense of unease.
"Sister Zhizhi, come and see." Qiao Lian'er opened the box. Inside were two layers, each containing a hundred tubes of paint, as well as paintbrushes.
"What are these?"
Qiao Lian'er picked up a paintbrush, then took out a paint box, and squeezed different paints into it.
Qiao Zhizhi's eyes lit up immediately. Based on her intuition from years of painting, she immediately recognized that these were rare pigments. The different shades of blue in the sky, the different shades of green from new to lush leaves, and the gradations of different reds were all present, corresponding one by one to the colors that could be seen in life.
Qiao Lian'er mixed the two paints together and easily created other colors.
Qiao Zhizhi was stunned. She never imagined that the scene that all those who love to paint dream of would come true right before her eyes.
Yes, painting is ultimately about depicting scenes and objects in life. Although it emphasizes freehand brushwork, it is also about reflecting reality as much as possible.
There is a major flaw in ink wash painting, or rather, it is determined by its inherent characteristics: it cannot use very detailed and precise colors to restore the original appearance of all things.
Because there is no such pigment.
Seeing these paints, Qiao Zhizhi truly felt that there was another style of painting in this world.
Qiao Lian'er took out another oil painting from her spatial storage and unfolded it in front of Qiao Zhizhi.
Under the vast blue sky, amidst the golden waves of wheat rippling in the wind, stand individual houses with white walls and red tiles. In the distance, rolling mountains stretch endlessly, while in the foreground, a large cluster of white lilies, their vibrant and bright colors creating a strong visual impact, are anything but ordinary. They possess an ultimate harmony, as if simply presenting nature's most authentic face.
Qiao Zhizhi never imagined that painting could be done like this.
Holding the oil painting, she looked on in disbelief: "Lian'er, how is this possible? Am I dreaming?"
"Sister Zhizhi, you need to continue learning freehand brushwork and also learn this style, which is called realistic style."
Realism, Qiao Zhizhi thought of. Wu Qingjin said that realism was popular at the moment and asked her to bring out 60-70% of her paintings.
If she could learn it and hang it in the exhibition hall of the Prince of Guangping's Mansion, she believed it would truly be a sight to behold.
But the exhibition is in two days, and she doesn't have time to learn. She hasn't been able to distinguish between so many paints, and these brushes are different from the calligraphy brushes she usually uses.
It's impossible without laying a foundation for one or two years.
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