mijobooks Chapter 20 Color, self-evaluation: perfect score, second in the studio.
Chapter 20 Color, self-evaluation: perfect score, second in the studio.
Upon returning to the campus, Mu Ziling parted ways with the two in the examination room.
Her exam venue was located at the other end of the school. She had traveled quite a distance to get there, and now she needed to hurry back to prepare for the exam.
Perhaps because the confirmation was complete, Cheng Wang's sketches and drawings were no problem, and he easily passed the test.
The young, talented painter Mu Ziling has no other worries for the time being, so she turns her attention back to the joint entrance examination.
Throughout lunch, she was in a standby mode, her battery was low, and she kept scrolling through her phone, looking at the demonstration pictures.
This state is very infectious.
Cheng Wang himself regarded the joint entrance examination for the Second World War as a very important matter, so there is no need to say more.
Even Tan Yuguan, who is usually very talkative and never stops eating, saved his energy and focused on slurping noodles.
After parting ways, he quickly followed Cheng Wang back to the examination hall without delay.
The girl who was reported was absent from the exam.
Upon seeing this, Yu Guan almost suffered a relapse of his old illness, muttering a few words with a sigh of regret.
However, when he saw that Cheng Wang was quite indifferent and didn't care at all, he was surprised.
Thinking back to the multiple-choice question Cheng Wang posed to himself before dinner.
A strange feeling welled up inside me, like a fishbone stuck in my throat. I vaguely sensed Cheng Wang's disdain, which seemed to be directed at more than just that girl.
Yup!
I was the victim.
Why should I exonerate the people who harmed me?
He never imagined that a simple question from Cheng Wang would affect his habitual way of thinking.
This change has nothing to do with drawing technique.
It was a sudden coincidence that after Cheng Wang's painting skills improved by leaps and bounds, his personality also seemed to change, becoming more mature and determined than before.
No wonder Mu Ziling has both exceptional drawing skills and stunning looks, yet she remains indifferent and unremarkable to everyone.
Only Cheng Wang was able to receive her support during the joint entrance examination at noon.
I see?
Talking about Guan once again gave him a sense of enlightenment.
Cheng Wang watched him struggle with constipation for a long time, then suddenly feel much better. He was full of questions and couldn't guess what was going on in his mind.
Fortunately, he didn't do anything foolish again, nagging about why the girl didn't come to the exam in the afternoon. He got some peace and quiet, which was a good deed in itself.
"Give me some of this, and add it to your own."
He found a small, individually packaged, thick white substance in his paint box; the wrapping paper read "Acrylic".
Yu Guan stopped her wild thoughts and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it stipulated that only gouache or watercolor can be used? What are you going to do with this?"
"On cloudy days, gouache dries more slowly on the canvas, so a larger amount of white paint is needed. If you mix it with some acrylic paint, it will set much more easily."
As Cheng Wang explained, he scooped out a large spoonful of paint, put it into his paint box, and stirred it well.
"Wow, you actually have such a clever trick? Where did you learn it? Did Old Wang teach you?"
Do you need it?
"use!"
Tan Yu was both surprised and delighted, and immediately followed suit.
……
The last color exam started promptly at 1 p.m.
In his previous life, Cheng Wang scored 110 points in sketching and 120 points in drawing.
As his forte, Color lived up to expectations, barely scraping into the 130-point mark.
After the college entrance examination was over, the art studio classmates had a reunion.
That year, I deliberately lamented my 130 score in color, pointing out where I went wrong and how I didn't do well on the test.
Although I do have some regrets, it's mainly because of Versailles.
It's so hard to find a place where you can complain to a top student about a small question you missed and lost 3 points on the whole test. You can feel a sense of empathy, and you'll feel stifled if you don't brag.
If given the same score, Cheng Wang would definitely say something similar today.
Because I really bombed the exam!
I'm confident I can get at least 140 points in my two morning classes. But if I don't get into my strong subject of color, what would that be like?
of course.
There is absolutely no chance of a rollover.
True confidence is having a clear understanding of the final product you want the moment you begin to sketch out the design in your mind.
This applies to quick sketches and drawing.
The same applies to color.
Add a few strokes of grass green, and the scene becomes vibrant and lush, with the still life of vegetables and fruits looking delicious.
Add a few touches of rose red for a warm and vibrant feel, giving the countertop a sense of life's passage.
Add a little water to dilute the paint, creating a light, faded effect, and laying down a hazy gray tone.
Using formulaic pigment mixing methods, the artist depicts the unconventional atmosphere of everyday life, ultimately using only color to portray a story about to unfold.
The same question applied, and Cheng Wang's strength in using color lay in his consistent belief that the image must convey emotion.
If we simply describe how tempting the fruits and vegetables in the picture are, as in the earlier simulation, we can certainly achieve a high score through technique.
However, after repeated practice and these past few days at home...
Cheng Wang always believed that his understanding should be taken to a higher level.
Why are those fruits and vegetables placed on the dining table instead of in the kitchen?
Was it because you rushed home and didn't have time to pack?
Or is it the mundane details of daily life that make us forget about them?
The fruits and vegetables wait quietly, much like the home they belong to, perhaps waiting for someone more important to return.
The drawings I create are not just the photos I see in front of me.
Lin Qin chattered on and on, remembering to rinse the rice; Cheng Jianhua did his daily routine, cooking a few side dishes... Life itself is the best source of emotion, enough to enrich the unseen colors.
Outside the window, leaden clouds hung low, and raindrops slanted into a curtain, their soft tapping against the glass mingling with the scraping of pens inside the examination room.
The classroom was filled with steam.
Cheng Wang's fingertips moved with ease, and warm orange-yellow and cobalt blue gradually bloomed in the gray space.
The paint flows obediently across the palette, bringing the still life scene to life and giving it a breath.
His eyes were calm, revealing only a clear, unwavering gaze.
Cheng Wang used the final touch of white highlight to brighten the picture, and also to illuminate the first climax of this chapter in his life.
The moment I put pen to paper.
He shifted back, observing quietly.
At least from his own perspective, he has already achieved the desired level of mastery with this color technique.
It is well deserved and deserves the full marks it deserves!
The final score, on the other hand, seems to be less important.
In short, it won't be less than the two exams in the morning.
Submit your paper and leave the room.
With perfect scores in all three subjects, I'm estimated to score above 420. If I pass the exam smoothly, based on the historical score lines, I'm expected to be in the top 10 in the city, even higher than Mu Ziling in my previous life.
A hasty rebirth, a hasty joint entrance exam.
Fortunately, the results were as I had hoped.
Open QQ, the art studio's grade group chat, some are happy, some are sad.
Among the students in the principal's class, there were also those whose mental state was unbalanced, which affected their performance.
Tan Yu Guan was beside Cheng Wang as they left the examination hall together.
He was incredibly fast at navigating the waters; right after finishing the exam, he was already rambling on and on, boasting wildly.
[Talk: I felt I had a good chance of getting over 380 points, but unfortunately, I made a small mistake.]
"Hey, Chengwang, look at the group chat. They're all guessing what score Mu Ziling will get."
He spoke with great emotion about his fingers dancing on the phone screen.
"Wow, that's disgusting, bro. I can tolerate Mu Ziling, but seeing everyone in the principal's class praising each other for being second in the art studio is really funny. They don't take you seriously, do they?!"
Cheng Wang didn't care and shrugged, saying, "They haven't seen my paintings. At most, they know there's someone named Cheng Wang who's always being criticized. It's not important. As long as I know it myself, that's enough."
Yu Guan, speaking out in defense of others, said, "How can that be? What's the point of creating such a great work if you don't show it off!"
"Did you take the joint entrance exam just to brag?"
"What else could it be? It can't be that I genuinely love drawing!"
"Then... me too," Cheng Wang added, drawing out the last syllable.
"But I prefer to be in the back."
"Damn, you're so sexy."
"If you're going to seek thrills, you should see it through to the end."
The two exchanged a smile, intending to let the matter drop and go their separate ways.
Just then.
One of their classmates suddenly tagged Cheng Wang in the group chat and sent a message out of the blue:
[Let's calm down. The results aren't out yet, so stop popping the champagne. Do you think your paintings can compare to Chengwang's? Give me a break!]