Chapter 1112 Who Says There Are No Masters Among Us?
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Tian Huo Yan
As time passed by, Ye Chen put down the brush first.
After a while, Zhu Shengkang also put down his pen.
"Help the two professors hang up the paintings."
Dean Qin ordered.
Several staff members of the Academy of Fine Arts hung up Ye Chen and Zhu Shengkang.
In an instant, countless students gathered around, staring forward with wide-eyed eyes.
I saw Ye Chen's landscape paintings, majestic and majestic, with majestic and majestic mountains vividly on the paper.
Although Ye Chen's landscape paintings only use ink and no other pigments, the momentum and the special beauty of traditional Chinese painting cannot be replaced by other painting methods.
But Zhu Shengkang's oil painting, looking around, used at least eight or nine different kinds of pigments, and Zhu Shengkang's painting is extremely abstract, or "outrageously ugly".
It's hard to imagine how the painting of "Professor" can be so ugly.
"Looking at this painting, I can't help but think of a very popular song."
There was a boy staring at Zhu Shengkang's painting seriously, and couldn't help muttering.
"What song is it?"
"'Ugly'."
"What's ugly? I think Professor Zhu's paintings are the real art and the real beauty."
"You people are not good at aesthetics at all. If you give me any pointers, you are an insult to Professor Zhu."
"That's right, what is your Professor Ye's painting? How can its low-level beauty compare to that of our Professor Zhu?"
The students of the North American Academy of Qing Dynasty spoke up one after another to defend Zhu Shengkang, although a large part of them also thought Zhu Shengkang's paintings were ugly and outrageous.
But Zhu Shengkang represented their school after all, and as a member of Qing North American Academy, they naturally had to defend it.
Hearing these people clamoring, the students who supported Ye Chen immediately refuted.
"What, you Professor Zhu's painting, using the word abstraction, is an insult to abstraction. Ugly is ugly."
"It's the first time I've seen such an ugly painting, how dare you brag about it."
"Your skin is not so thick."
"Also, what is the person that Professor Zhu drew? Why must our Chinese people have a pair of small squint eyes? I haven't seen many people like this in real life."
Some students pointed out another big problem with Zhu Shengkang's paintings, that is, the Chinese people in Zhu Shengkang's paintings and other paintings of Zhu Shengkang all have squinted eyes, without exception.
It's just ridiculously ugly, how many people look like this in reality.
Zhu Shengkang painted this completely to cater to Westerners' stereotypes of Chinese people, and he just wanted to please Westerners.
Zhu Shengkang has really penetrated the "worship of foreigners" to the bone marrow.
Even after hearing this accusation, the people at the North American Academy of Qing Dynasty were still stubborn.
The two groups were arguing endlessly, and a leader of Tsinghua Academy of North America suggested:
"Principal Qin, why don't you ask some more students to come and evaluate, we are too small now, it's hard to tell the winner."
"it is good."
Dean Qin agreed.
"Dean Qin, invite more foreign students to come. Many people in China cannot appreciate my painting. They don't have that level."
Seeing that Dean Qin was about to act, Zhu Shengkang specifically added that foreign students must come.
"it is good."
Dean Qin hated this Zhu Shengkang more and more, but he was the master after all, so he couldn't say anything.
Under the arrangement of Dean Qin, another thirty or forty students came over, and most of them were foreign students.
Upon discovering this, a triumphant smile appeared on Zhu Shengkang's face.
Now, his own painting is definitely the most popular, and he can crush Ye Chen's painting.
Zhu Shengkang stood here with the attitude of a victor.
"Everyone compare some of these two paintings."
Dean Qin spoke to the new students in Chinese and English.
The thirty or forty new students studied it carefully.
"What is this oil painting? How can it be so ugly? This landscape painting is better."
"I also support this landscape painting."
"This...Chinese painting...is very good..."
After taking a closer look, many people said that Ye Chen's paintings were better, even some foreign students said the same.
"Are you sure?"
Finding that even the foreign students were on Ye Chen's side, Zhu Shengkang couldn't sit still, so he immediately stood up and explained.
"Look carefully, my previous work, which is very similar to this oil painting, won an international award."
"That's right, there's nothing wrong with your eyes."
Dai Owen also echoed, thinking that these people could not appreciate the elegant creation of the master.
"My grandfather is also an internationally renowned oil painting master, and I have admired many oil paintings."
"Is this what you call an oil painting? You call this an "ugly painting". Real oil paintings are also elegant, but you are ugly just for the sake of being ugly, and you are simply tarnishing the oil painting."
At this time, a Western student ruthlessly attacked Zhu Shengkang in fluent Chinese.
"Agree."
"Too true."
Other international students also echoed.
They all like oil painting, and many of them are learning oil painting.
But the oil painting in front of me is no longer worthy of being called an oil painting, it is completely an "ugly painting".
More and more foreign students came out to reprimand Zhu Shengkang.
Zhu Shengkang lost his face completely.
"You don't know how to appreciate art. You are all ordinary people, not masters. You have no qualifications to judge my paintings!"
Zhu Shengkang tore his face and said stiffly.
Before Zhu Shengkang could finish speaking, an abrupt voice came from not far away.
"Master, who said there are no masters among us?!"
Ye Chen stood up slowly.
Sorry, he is the master! ! !
"Master, just you?"
Zhu Shengkang pointed at Ye Chen and sneered, he didn't believe Ye Chen's words.
Zhu Shengkang questioned Ye Chen arrogantly:
"Didn't you say that you are a master, tell me, what kind of master are you and what is your status?"
After a while, Zhu Shengkang also put down his pen.
"Help the two professors hang up the paintings."
Dean Qin ordered.
Several staff members of the Academy of Fine Arts hung up Ye Chen and Zhu Shengkang.
In an instant, countless students gathered around, staring forward with wide-eyed eyes.
I saw Ye Chen's landscape paintings, majestic and majestic, with majestic and majestic mountains vividly on the paper.
Although Ye Chen's landscape paintings only use ink and no other pigments, the momentum and the special beauty of traditional Chinese painting cannot be replaced by other painting methods.
But Zhu Shengkang's oil painting, looking around, used at least eight or nine different kinds of pigments, and Zhu Shengkang's painting is extremely abstract, or "outrageously ugly".
It's hard to imagine how the painting of "Professor" can be so ugly.
"Looking at this painting, I can't help but think of a very popular song."
There was a boy staring at Zhu Shengkang's painting seriously, and couldn't help muttering.
"What song is it?"
"'Ugly'."
"What's ugly? I think Professor Zhu's paintings are the real art and the real beauty."
"You people are not good at aesthetics at all. If you give me any pointers, you are an insult to Professor Zhu."
"That's right, what is your Professor Ye's painting? How can its low-level beauty compare to that of our Professor Zhu?"
The students of the North American Academy of Qing Dynasty spoke up one after another to defend Zhu Shengkang, although a large part of them also thought Zhu Shengkang's paintings were ugly and outrageous.
But Zhu Shengkang represented their school after all, and as a member of Qing North American Academy, they naturally had to defend it.
Hearing these people clamoring, the students who supported Ye Chen immediately refuted.
"What, you Professor Zhu's painting, using the word abstraction, is an insult to abstraction. Ugly is ugly."
"It's the first time I've seen such an ugly painting, how dare you brag about it."
"Your skin is not so thick."
"Also, what is the person that Professor Zhu drew? Why must our Chinese people have a pair of small squint eyes? I haven't seen many people like this in real life."
Some students pointed out another big problem with Zhu Shengkang's paintings, that is, the Chinese people in Zhu Shengkang's paintings and other paintings of Zhu Shengkang all have squinted eyes, without exception.
It's just ridiculously ugly, how many people look like this in reality.
Zhu Shengkang painted this completely to cater to Westerners' stereotypes of Chinese people, and he just wanted to please Westerners.
Zhu Shengkang has really penetrated the "worship of foreigners" to the bone marrow.
Even after hearing this accusation, the people at the North American Academy of Qing Dynasty were still stubborn.
The two groups were arguing endlessly, and a leader of Tsinghua Academy of North America suggested:
"Principal Qin, why don't you ask some more students to come and evaluate, we are too small now, it's hard to tell the winner."
"it is good."
Dean Qin agreed.
"Dean Qin, invite more foreign students to come. Many people in China cannot appreciate my painting. They don't have that level."
Seeing that Dean Qin was about to act, Zhu Shengkang specifically added that foreign students must come.
"it is good."
Dean Qin hated this Zhu Shengkang more and more, but he was the master after all, so he couldn't say anything.
Under the arrangement of Dean Qin, another thirty or forty students came over, and most of them were foreign students.
Upon discovering this, a triumphant smile appeared on Zhu Shengkang's face.
Now, his own painting is definitely the most popular, and he can crush Ye Chen's painting.
Zhu Shengkang stood here with the attitude of a victor.
"Everyone compare some of these two paintings."
Dean Qin spoke to the new students in Chinese and English.
The thirty or forty new students studied it carefully.
"What is this oil painting? How can it be so ugly? This landscape painting is better."
"I also support this landscape painting."
"This...Chinese painting...is very good..."
After taking a closer look, many people said that Ye Chen's paintings were better, even some foreign students said the same.
"Are you sure?"
Finding that even the foreign students were on Ye Chen's side, Zhu Shengkang couldn't sit still, so he immediately stood up and explained.
"Look carefully, my previous work, which is very similar to this oil painting, won an international award."
"That's right, there's nothing wrong with your eyes."
Dai Owen also echoed, thinking that these people could not appreciate the elegant creation of the master.
"My grandfather is also an internationally renowned oil painting master, and I have admired many oil paintings."
"Is this what you call an oil painting? You call this an "ugly painting". Real oil paintings are also elegant, but you are ugly just for the sake of being ugly, and you are simply tarnishing the oil painting."
At this time, a Western student ruthlessly attacked Zhu Shengkang in fluent Chinese.
"Agree."
"Too true."
Other international students also echoed.
They all like oil painting, and many of them are learning oil painting.
But the oil painting in front of me is no longer worthy of being called an oil painting, it is completely an "ugly painting".
More and more foreign students came out to reprimand Zhu Shengkang.
Zhu Shengkang lost his face completely.
"You don't know how to appreciate art. You are all ordinary people, not masters. You have no qualifications to judge my paintings!"
Zhu Shengkang tore his face and said stiffly.
Before Zhu Shengkang could finish speaking, an abrupt voice came from not far away.
"Master, who said there are no masters among us?!"
Ye Chen stood up slowly.
Sorry, he is the master! ! !
"Master, just you?"
Zhu Shengkang pointed at Ye Chen and sneered, he didn't believe Ye Chen's words.
Zhu Shengkang questioned Ye Chen arrogantly:
"Didn't you say that you are a master, tell me, what kind of master are you and what is your status?"
