Except for the time when Su Qingluan wanted to convince her "students", she basically would not show off her painting skills in front of so many people.
It’s not that Su Qingluan intentionally hides her talent, but because she is rather lazy. Drawing a picture is both time-consuming and laborious, and she is too lazy to move.
But the more important point is that she felt that her painting was temporarily better than others, but it was just an advantage of time - she learned sketching when the skill was already mature, and then turned around to teach it to people who had no relevant experience. Even if she gained a temporary advantage in skills, it was not something to be praised.
Who knows, after three to five years, or even one to two years, there will be people with extremely outstanding talents who will surpass your level both in terms of technology and in terms of ideas.
Su Qingluan didn't take it seriously - after all, she had learned sketching just to hone her skills like learning calligraphy, and as an auxiliary aid for food carving, and she didn't intend to achieve much artistic accomplishment in it.
Since she doesn't have any lofty ideals, she naturally doesn't have any strong competitive spirit, so even if others draw better or worse than her, Su Qingluan doesn't feel anything.
However, the promised portrait painting was not enough to just get by, so Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi's facial features.
Su Qingluan had not painted portraits for some time, so she was very cautious in her painting. However, after all, the basics were still there. After completing the composition, Su Qingluan actually regained some of her previous touch.
It was still a clear and crisp autumn day outside today. The bright morning sunshine covered most of the room, and the mottled reflections of the window frames were reflected on the ground. Such light made even the face of Mu Xingzhi, who was sitting at the table, clearly visible in the sunlight.
Su Qingluan told Mu Xingzhi that he could do whatever he wanted, but it would be best if he tried not to make too large movements in the first half hour. So Mu Xingzhi took a book and slowly flipped through it in the sunlight.
Su Qingluan looked at the person's eyelashes flashing in the sunlight, like a small brush, and couldn't help but silently burst out: Aren't these eyelashes too foul? I really want to pull them off and stick them on my eyelids!
Su Qingluan was making the initial overall composition, so she looked up at Mu Xingzhi from time to time, and this scene was caught by the gossipy expressions of the "students" who were copying the still life group nearby.
Of course, these people definitely can't gossip about each other, but those with rich facial expressions can definitely be included in the teaching guide for micro-expression activities.
Su Qingluan watched these people winking at each other, really worried that they might accidentally get a crooked mouth, a slanted eye, or a facial cramp. So she coughed lightly and said, feeling very understanding: "Since you are so curious about the content of my painting, you can come and see it after the class is over - now finish your own painting!"
The last half of the sentence was emphasized a little, and everyone just drew their own paintings obediently.
Su Qingluan asked these people to form a circle in front of the still life group to be painted, so that everyone would observe from a different angle, which would affect the lighting and composition.
Therefore, Su Qingluan was not worried that these people would copy each other - after all, the angles were different, and copying would be meaningless.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Su Qingluan turned her attention to Mu Xingzhi.
Through the sunlight, Su Qingluan could feel that the man's complexion was truly unhealthy.
Under the warm light of sunlight, the red blood in the human body will show through a little bit. For example, if you close your eyes in bright sunlight and "look" towards the sun through your eyelids, you will find that the color in your field of vision is not completely dark, but a little red.
This is the blood color of sunlight shining through the eyelids and being captured by the optic nerve.
But this situation did not happen at all on Mu Xingzhi's face - even in the warm sunlight, his face was like white alabaster, without any blood color. Even his lips, which should have been the most blood-colored, had a layer of weak gray.
If Su Qingluan had not seen Mu Xingzhi stand up with such steady steps, she would have thought that the person in front of her was so weak that it took a lot of effort for him to even open his eyes.
Su Qingluan finished the sketch and began to trace Mu Xingzhi's facial features. As she was drawing, she frowned and looked at the man's face with a puzzled expression, but then lowered her head and started writing again.
However, the confusion on her face did not disappear. Instead, as the graphite pen fell stroke by stroke, the feeling of incongruity became clearer and clearer.
Perhaps because she had something to do, Su Qingluan felt that the class went by very quickly.
After looking at the still life paintings of several students, Su Qingluan chose those with relatively regular shapes, such as tea bowls and pen holders, without overly complicated patterns and shapes.
Su Qingluan didn't want these people to sketch still lifes vividly right away, but just wanted them to get used to exploring the perspective relationship between objects - this is also the biggest difference between sketching and traditional Chinese ink painting or fine brushwork.
It can be seen that although they did not attend these classes, they did not give up the importance of contact.
Although sketching still depends on talent and artistry to a certain extent, the hard work of laying the foundation is indispensable.
Everyone can see that there has been a certain degree of improvement in the presentation of lines, composition, light and shadow - of course, only half a month is not enough to reach a jaw-dropping level.
Su Qingluan made some simple corrections for everyone. Seeing that everyone couldn't help but glance at her drawing board, she sighed and turned to Mu Xingzhi, "Out of respect for the subject, I think I should ask for your opinion - can these people see my painting of you?"
Mu Xingzhi obviously didn't mind, so people immediately gathered around Su Qingluan's drawing board.
"Wow!" There was a burst of exclamations.
Although Su Qingluan had painted Song Bo once before, that was to convince everyone, and time was tight, so the result was rather rough.
This time, Su Qingluan spent half a day concentrating on composing the picture, so she naturally had more energy to focus on both the overall picture and the details. Everyone can even feel the sunlight through this sketch.
A few people sighed, and Su Qingluan was not so cruel as to ask everyone to submit a 500-word review. She was kind enough to let them go.
Turning around, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, who was still motionless reading a book. "You can move freely now. This painting is for you. It is indeed a model... The subject of the painting is outstanding, and looking at the finished product is also pleasing to the eye."
Mu Xingzhi raised his eyes and smiled when he heard this: "Although I have never been self-deprecating because of my appearance, this appearance is definitely not considered 'outstanding', right?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "It's not about your face, but your bone structure is very good, but there is one thing that is very strange."
"What's strange?" Mu Xingzhi recalled her puzzled expression and put down the book in his hand.
"Although your facial features are ordinary, your eyes are the only thing that is very beautiful," Su Qingluan said with a smile. "To be honest, I think only your eyes match your beautiful bone structure!"
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