Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 563 Peng Peng's Small Ambition

"Look, Peng Peng is there!"

Zhang Zhong and the others followed Xu Yuhan's finger and saw Peng Peng's name on the bulletin board.

"Special award?" Zhang Zhong didn't quite understand the setting of awards, "What does this special award mean?"

This time the competition was also divided into three groups, and Pengpeng just reached the age of the children's group.But Zhang Chong looked at the other two groups as if there were no special awards.

Xu Yuhan said, "Special awards are generally awarded to those whose comprehensive level is not enough, but works that attract the judges and teachers in a certain aspect are not guaranteed."

Zhang nodded emphatically, "Understood, so it should be because of the color that Pengpeng won this award."

Xu Yuhan thought the same as him, because the most outstanding thing about Pengpeng is color.

Compared with other older players in the same group, Peng Peng's other basic skills are simply inferior.

Pengpeng has been studying painting for more than two years, but to be honest, this time is considered short.

Some of the other contestants in the same group as her have been learning to paint for seven or eight years. This time gap is a bit big for children, and it is difficult for even geniuses to make up for it.

In addition to Pengpeng's special prize, there is also Wang Jiale, a student of Mengmu Xiaozhu, who won the first prize in the same group.

Wang Jiale has always been the best student of Meng Mu Xiaozhu, and the painting "Chongcai Ancient Street" in the Nanhuai Children's Painting Competition also won the first place in the second selection.

This time so many outstanding players competed together, he still lived up to expectations and won the first prize.

Five-year-old Li Wenhan also performed well and won the third prize in the children's group.

Being able to win the third prize, of course, also has the advantage of age. Li Wenhan will be six years old in a while.

Waiting for the next competition will be the most difficult time for her, because there will be completely different players competing with her on the same stage.

But Li Wenhan's mother is already very happy, after all, this competition is quite famous, it can be regarded as a national competition.

After everyone read the rankings, the awards were distributed on the spot.

Because there are not so many awards set up, they are issued quickly.

Holding the certificate of the special award, Pengpeng was very happy, and asked Zhang Zhong, "Dad, is this a great award for me?"

"Awesome, and very special." Zhang Zhong did not hold back on his praise. The child has won an award, and encouragement should be encouraged.

"Then can I put my award on that big shelf of yours?" Pengpeng asked.

The big shelf she was talking about was the bookshelf that Zhang Zhong used to place medals and trophies, and on it were the more important awards that Zhang Zhong had won all along.

Zhang Zhong has won countless awards, and many of them he didn't know about, so they gave him awards for no reason.

Many awards are sent directly to Chen Qing, and Chen Qing will report to Zhang Zhong after a while.But ordinary awards are impossible to put on the bookshelf.

Now on his bookshelf, the last one is the Huaxia Youth Literature and Art Award he won before.

Of course, in addition to Zhang Zhong's award, the previous award that Peng Peng received in Nanhuai was also on it.

"Of course, I will put this certificate in the middle of the shelf." Zhang Zhong laughed.

"Then I will get more prizes in the future, and I will fill up your big shelves, Dad. Now there are many empty places." Peng Peng clenched his small fists, full of energy.

"Okay, Dad, wait for you to fill up my big shelf."

Hu Huifang looked at the granddaughter who was tired of her son's arms, and shook her head with a smile. This girl still disliked that his father's trophies were not enough to put on airs, but she didn't know that any trophy on that shelf was something that no one else could ask for.

The family was happily preparing to leave when a middle-aged woman in her 50s and [-]s walked over with a smile.

Xu Yuhan knew each other, so he took the initiative to say hello, "Teacher Wang."

This Mr. Wang Xinyun is the chief judge of this competition. He was also from CAFA before. Now he has opened a gallery in Yanjing and is well-known in the industry.

In the domestic art circle, it is difficult to escape the school of CAFA, and most of the famous people in the industry are related to CAFA.

Wang Xinyun said with a smile, "We are all from Yangmei, you will not lose if you call me Senior Sister."

"Senior Sister Wang." Xu Yuhan called again.

When someone asks her to bark, it's not the same as when she calls out on her own initiative. Maybe she calls out on her own initiative, and others think she's seeking a relationship.

"The students brought by your studio this time performed very well, especially Wang Jiale and Zhang Pengpeng. I am very impressed by their works. This is Zhang Pengpeng."

"Hello, Auntie." Pengpeng greeted sweetly.

"Well, Pengpeng, I'm not happy to have won a special prize this time."

"Happy, so my dad's shelf won't be so empty."

Wang Xinyun didn't recognize Zhang Chonglai, so he didn't quite understand Pengpeng's nonsensical words, so he just smiled and said, "Well, just be happy."

She turned her head and said to Xu Yuhan, "Zhang Pengpeng's basic skills still need to be improved, especially the layout, but these things are not the most important for her at this age. The reason why the special award was given to her this time is because of two reasons. On the one hand, she is obviously very talented in color, and her painting has a lot of content, even a little too much, but the color transition is very good, the whole is not lost, and the individual is also well displayed. "

Xu Yuhan nodded and said, "Yes, Pengpeng's color sense is very good."

"Secondly, she has strong synaesthesia. Although I haven't seen many of her paintings, I can understand her intentions. I personally think that this is more important than color talent. Artists are not painters, no matter how good the color sense is, it serves the technology, but it is difficult to cultivate the artistic sense, if there is no such sense, in the future, at best, you can only paint like it, or follow in the footsteps of others.”

Xu Yuhan didn't answer Wang Xinyun's words. They had only seen a "painted like" Wu Ziyun before, and Wang Xinyun's words were tantamount to denying Wu Ziyun.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Wang, for your praise. Pengpeng is still young, and she has a long way to go."

Wang Xinyun smiled and took out a business card, "When you come to Yanjing in the future, you can play with me."

Xu Yuhan took the business card, "Well, I will definitely study with Senior Sister Wang when I have time."

"Okay, I'll go first."

After Wang Xinyun left, Xu Yuhan looked at the business card and introduced Zhang Zhong and the others with a smile, "She is a well-known alumnus of our school. She came from the first studio before. She insists on impressionism, and her works are all It's light and color."

Xu Yuhan's introduction reminded Zhang Zhong of Monet.

Monet is a "dead brain", always adheres to the impressionist creed, and is also good at color and light and shadow.

When he was on earth, Zhang Zhong bought Monet's "Water Lilies" for 2014 million US dollars in 2400.

It was at the Rockefeller Center, and Zhang Zhong was not present, but commissioned by phone to take pictures.

(End of this chapter)