Fang Hao knew that although this Lu Qiu was known as a master, he was a little bit careless.
Not only does he often stubbornly criticize his predecessors who have been famous in the painter circle for many years, but even the younger generations point to his paintings, and he will be blushing.
A student from the Academy of Fine Arts once complained on Weibo that Lu Qiu's paintings are not worthy of the word master. Lu Qiu actually killed him directly at his school, confronted the student and forced him to apologize, before Lu Qiu stopped. go home.
It can be seen that this Master Lu is really a villain who must compare the baht!
Li Yun nodded, "My name is Li Yun, and this is Gong Qingyu. I have learned a little painting."
—Su Muxin is dissatisfied with Li Yun not introducing herself, she will start to learn to paint tomorrow!
"No wonder." Lu Qiu smiled and said mockingly: "However, you have learned to paint, and it is reasonable to say that your eyesight is not too bad. Why do you still want to comment on my paintings? Just so, this is Fan Yongsheng, Master Fan , The two of us come to listen to your comments, what do you think?"
The crowd onlookers whispered, this name is much louder than Lu Qiu.
"I heard that every painting of Fan Yongsheng sold for 100 million!"
"Last year Master Fan held a painting exhibition at Liukesong Stadium in Zhonghai City. It is said that 300 tickets were sold at that time, but more than 200,000 people entered the venue in two days, which is very exaggerated!"
"Master Fan is also the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts of China Overseas University, and his qualifications are absolutely top-notch in China!"
"Hehe, it's no wonder that even Lu Qiu is willing to accompany him, Master Fan is the real master!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noveⅼfire.net
Listening to the discussion, Li Yun looked at the great painter Master Fan. He was in his early sixties, wearing a black mantle and holding a cane in his hand. He looked very easy-going and not aggressive. .
However, Fan Yongsheng's eyes were extremely energetic. When he looked at Li Yun, he seemed to have an invisible force, which made Gong Qingyu, Su Muxin and others feel full of pressure.
"The chef prepares a dish, and the guests who taste it are eligible to comment." Li Yun's tone was flat, "Similarly, the paintings drawn by the painters are the same. Good-looking is good-looking, and not good-looking is not good-looking."
Everyone was shocked, Li Yun actually stubbornly beat Master Lu?
Although Master Lu is no better than Master Fan, he is definitely a great master in the painter's circle. The authority is far from being challenged by young people like Li Yun!
"From your words, you can know how superficial your understanding of art is!"
Lu Qiu sneered, "It's ridiculous to compare a chef to a painter, boy, have you heard of abstraction?"
Abstractism refers to a style of painting that breaks away from imitating nature.
This style of painting is not only unsightly, but most of them are very weird. For example, the face is in the buttocks, the eyes are suspended in the dark sky, and so on.
Li Yun said calmly: "I think the essence of art is the product of expressing the inner emotions of the artist. Abstract painters or chefs. Their works all express their own emotions. They are all works of art. The difference is only artistic. It's just high and low."
"However, there is no point in arguing about this." Li Yun pointed to the picture called "Mountains", "Master Lu, if you are holding an exhibition, are you afraid of others' comments?"
Everyone looked at Lu Qiu and objectively said that as long as a work is published to the public, the public has the right to comment. As for whether the author accepts it or not, that is also the right of the author.
After being watched by everyone, Lu Qiu's face was a little unbearable.