Chapter 179 The True Chinese Painting Genius

Only after seeing this did the audience understand.

"So that's how it is. I've learned something new."

After Su Ran has pasted the rice paper and let it dry, he will brush a layer of tung oil on it, and the bamboo umbrella will be finished.

Li Yangchao was very satisfied with the bamboo umbrella made by Su Ran. He looked at it very carefully. He originally thought that Su Ran worked too fast and the final product would have flaws. He did not expect the effect to be so good and the functions to be so complete. It was comparable to the bamboo umbrella made by his grandfather, or even better.

However, Su Ran was not very satisfied with the finished product because the umbrella was too monotonous.

It doesn’t matter if the current craftsmanship of making umbrellas is a bit monotonous. They are originally used to protect against rain and have no ornamental value.

But bamboo umbrellas are different. Nowadays, not many people go out with bamboo umbrellas, so even if they are waterproof, they are not of much use. If we really talk about waterproofing technology, umbrellas made from bamboo umbrellas are not inferior to them.

Su Ran touched his chin lightly and murmured, "Do you know that in ancient times, some literati and scholars liked to write poems and draw pictures on this kind of rice paper umbrella to express their inner feelings. And these paintings on the umbrella are the most valuable part of bamboo umbrellas or oil paper umbrellas."

Su Ran started to act again, taking out the brush and ink from home and started grinding them.

Seeing this, the audience knew that Su Ran was going to start showing off his skills again.

"What do you want to draw, Su?"

"I think it doesn't matter what you paint, because modern painters' paintings are worthless. If they want to be valuable, the painters must die first, and then rely on the hype of future generations, hehe."

"Ink is just one color, so I think it might be more suitable for Chinese painting."

"Chinese painting is not that easy. It depends a lot on talent."

The barrage of comments was as dense as stars, floating across the screen, but in the midst of this noise, Su Ran seemed to be in a quiet world.

The brush in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, trembling gently with his breathing and heartbeat.

Dip the ink in the inkstone and let every hair of the brush absorb the ink.

The tip of the brush, covered with thick ink, dances on the rice paper, and every stroke is just right.

Every stroke brings out the changes in the depth of the ink to the fullest.

He had one hand behind his back and looked calm and elegant, just like a scholar in an ancient painting. This scene was very artistic.

"Wow, this is so artistic. Su Shen is so handsome."

Su Ran writes particularly quickly, as if he has everything planned out without having to think too much.

Soon, the shape began to take shape on the rice paper.

"Oh my god, you really can draw, and it's Chinese painting!"

"This is no longer an easy job, I would like to call it a unique skill!"

The painting process was not long. To the audience, it seemed that Su Ran only used a few strokes to paint a magnificent ancient street scene.

All kinds of vivid pedestrians, buildings and city towers jump out on the paper.

Soon, an art student recognized that Su Ran's painting was a part of the scenery from Along the River During the Qingming Festival.

There is a bridge in this landscape, and there is a river under the bridge, but the surface of the river looks a little empty at this time.

Su Ran took the brush and just tapped a few times on the surface, and a small boat appeared on the river. A boatman was standing on the boat, rowing the boat as if it was about to pass through the arched bridge hole.

A realistic black and white picture slowly unfolds around the umbrella. Although only one color is used, the picture does not look boring.

Because everyone who has seen it feels that the life inside seems to come alive.

At this moment, the netizens in the live broadcast room could no longer sit still. Such a meaningful painting, painted so beautifully, really made people unable to remain calm.

Even some teachers from CAFA started to comment on the paintings in the live broadcast room. These painters with different tastes and preferences had the same rare evaluation of Su Ran's ink paintings.

That's good!

Su Ran turned around with the bamboo umbrella and was very satisfied with the painting on it.

At this time, Panda came over happily, and when he saw the bamboo in the painting, he actually tried to take the bamboo out with his hands.

Su Ran couldn't help but laugh: "Silly, this is a painting. I'm not Ma Liang, the magic brush. You can't get anything out of it."

At this time in SZ City, a young girl was sitting at a desk with various brushes placed in front of her. Used rice paper was scattered on the table and the floor. It was obvious that she was not satisfied with her work.

But there was a gleam of surprise in her eyes. She stared at the paintings in the live broadcast room, her little mouth opened into an "O" shape.

"This painting is so good! I'm afraid some Chinese painters in China can't compare to this anchor."

The girl ran to the backyard with her cell phone.

Suzhou is mostly made up of Jiangnan courtyard buildings, and the gardens have beautiful scenery and are quite artistic.

In a bamboo forest behind the rockery, an old man with white beard is watering the bamboos.

The anxious voice of the girl behind him sounded: "Grandpa, come and have a look!"

The old man turned around and looked at his granddaughter lovingly: "What's the matter, Xuanxuan, why are you so anxious, do you want me to see the painting you drew?"

This master of Chinese painting, who is highly respected outside, is extremely kind in front of his granddaughter.

The girl quickly shook her head and said no, then handed the phone to the old man and said, "Grandpa, look, this anchor's Chinese painting is so good. What do you think of his level?"

The old man was skeptical at first because he couldn't combine the words "anchor" and "traditional Chinese painting" together.

In his opinion, most anchors nowadays are just sensationalists who will do anything to attract traffic. Of course, there are also some truly talented people who appear in the live broadcast room.

But there are very few such people.

Trying to find a good anchor among thousands of live broadcast rooms is like digging for gold in a cesspool.

"Xuanxuan, you should watch less live broadcasts like this and focus all your attention on art. The art exam will be coming up soon. I hope you can successfully enter the Central Academy of Fine Arts by then."

As he spoke, the old man subconsciously looked at the phone screen, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

For the first time, there was a look of shock in Gu Jing's calm eyes.

"This... the painting on this bamboo umbrella was done by him?" the old man asked his granddaughter in disbelief.

The girl nodded excitedly and said, "Yes, how is it, isn't his painting very good?"

The old man didn't know how to answer for a moment.

You have to know that he himself is a very famous master of Chinese painting in the country and an authority, who cannot be compared with those fake masters who are just trying to attract attention.

From my own perspective, this painting in the live broadcast room is of the highest level in terms of beauty, rhythm, art and artistic conception.

Even if you just pick out a section of the side where the brush strokes are drawn, the transition from thick to thin is just right.

The whole painting looks simple, without too much structure and color, but this is also its most valuable feature.

Because complexity leads to simplicity, the simpler things are, the harder they are to express.

After a long while, the old man sighed and said, "It's more than good, it's simply excellent!"

(End of this chapter)