Crazy Psychologist: Chapter 190 the colors of the world

He came to the university campus in the summer and walked along the bamboo forest that he and Chen Anni had walked through countless times to the studio where the two used to paint together.

The professor is still in high spirits, but the students in the classroom are all younger faces, full of vigor and ideals.

"It's recovered very well. I've heard what your classmates said." As soon as Professor Zhang Yang spoke, his voice was still the same as it was many years ago.

"It's okay, it's been fine for a long time, I just encountered a little problem, I want to ask the teacher."

Ding Jiajun truthfully told Zhang Yang the setbacks he had encountered since he recovered from his injury. Zhang Yang was silent for a while, "Deadly?"

Ding Jiajun nodded.

The two sat on the stone steps in front of the teaching building, watching young students running on the track in the distance and walking side by side under the camphor tree.

"What do you think is the problem?"

Zhang Yang asked.

"I just don't know what the problem is, I think what I see is actually more colorful than before."

"I know some artists who have similar problems, in fact, everything about art is not here, not here, not here."

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand, pointed to his eyes and put his hand on his chest.

Finally he said, "Here."

"brain?"

"So there's something wrong with my brain?"

"You say you see colors more vividly than before?"

Zhang Yang asked.

"Yes, the reds are still the original reds, but in my opinion they are redder and the greens are more vivid. I think the saturation of the city is very high, so, in order to make my painting more balanced, I intentionally Pulled out some colors, I think they are balanced, however, the result is not ideal.”

Zhang Yang had never encountered such a situation, so he asked Ding Jiajun for some recent works.

The two walked back to the teaching building one after the other. After avoiding the sun, Zhang Yang saw the problems in Ding Jiajun's painting more clearly.

"All colors are gray."

"how come?"

Ding Jiajun took the phone and looked it over.

"It's obviously a very bright color, but I think it's too glaring. It should be lightened."

Zhang Yang looked at Ding Jiajun distressedly, "Many artists will change their painting style because of vision problems, Seven, don't be too depressed."

"I'm not depressed." Ding Jiajun hastily explained.

The previous client just said that it was inappropriate, that the picture was lifeless, and no one said that like Zhang Yang just now.

"Seven, think about Monet. Because he painted in ultraviolet rays all the year round, Monet's habit of obsessing with brilliance eventually caused him to be nearly blind in his later years.

It's like—closing your eyes and drawing. Eye disease is such that even Monet can only mark all the colors. When he picks up the paint and asks the assistant what color it is, he then paints with the assistant's answer. The sense of touch is still producing wonderful work. "

"Teacher, Monet is different from me. He gradually became blurred and cloudy. His left and right eyes saw different colors, and his sensitivity to light became worse and worse. Later, his works became darker. The luminosity is cloudy and dark, and there is an obvious weakening of contrast.

Monet himself admitted, 'My perception of color is not as strong as it used to be. In my eyes, the reds have become cloudy, the pinks are very flat, and some dull colors are completely lost to me'. So if you look at his paintings in his old age, you will find that the shapes he describes are also blurred, but of course they are still wonderful works. "

"So, what I want to tell you is that for an artist, color changes with life, and if it changes, you can also find new worlds, to explore, to adapt, to create things that we haven't seen before. work."

Zhang Yang tried to encourage Ding Jiajun, embracing the teacher's kindness and cherishing of the students.

"But teacher, I'm different. Excuse me. What you said is different from me. The colors I see are actually more vivid. It's hard for me to describe it to you. It's like a nearsighted person who suddenly puts on contact lenses. , or increase the contrast of a painting, and then increase the saturation. In short, yellow is as bright as the sun explodes in my eyes. Sometimes I can’t open my eyes. Blue is the purest sky. I’m not like Monet I can’t see purple and blue in the end, I can see all colors, the world is more vivid, sometimes this kind of bright, I want to use a huge cloth to cover it, I think it’s a little brighter”

"What?" Zhang Yang was very patient, and he was very patient with outstanding students or students with a little less talent.

This is also the reason why Ding Jiajun thought of looking for Zhang Yang in the first place.

Zhang Yang always listens carefully to students' difficulties and tries to answer students' confusions. He is wise and knowledgeable, and always brings confidence and courage.

"Some of them overwhelm me. I think the vividness is too unreal, so I always think about reducing the vividness in the color palette, so that they look closer to the real world in my memory."

Zhang Yang tactfully suggested that Ding Jiajun go to the hospital for some visual examinations, or go to the neurology department for a checkup.

When leaving school, Ding Jiajun wanted to go to the gallery. On the second floor of the gallery, there were entries by previous students. Ding Jiajun just wanted to see his own works in college. Although he knew that Chen Anni’s works would also be exhibited on the second floor, Ding Jiajun did not Did not think so much.

The structure of the gallery on the second floor is very simple. There are two long oval light holes on the top of the white exhibition hall~www.mtlnovel.com~ The light crosses and converges on the sculpture in the middle, which was completed by Ding Jiajun and Liu Zhi .

Ding Jiajun felt that the color of the sculpture was a bit too bright, it was obviously the original copper color, and at most it would turn red naturally after being left for a long time. But now, the cylindrical sculpture in front of Ding Jiajun looks like a bright red fire hydrant.

"Oh my god, why is this happening? The lighting hasn't changed. It should be a dark copper color."

Ding Jiajun's mood suddenly became dull, and his chest also felt tingling several times.

At this time, a figure was wandering in the shadows, humming a very old song, his voice was like a ghost, and his shape was like a ghost walking into the oval light group.

Autumn should be fine, if you're still here

Even if the autumn wind is cool, it is also beautiful

You in late autumn fill my dreams

Like fallen leaves fly, tap on my window

"seven."

The singer gradually walked from the shadows to the light ball, Ding Jiajun regained his composure, and only then did he see his face clearly.

It was a very sad face, but also very colorful.

"When we worked on this sculpture day and night together, Annie still had a chance to choose."

"Ah, hasn't she already chosen you?"

"I?"

The singer's name is Liu Zhi, and his English name is as casual as Ding Jiajun's. Ding Jiajun's English name is seven, and this Liu Zhi's English name is six.

The two laughed at each other's English names on the day of the freshman report, and then became close classmates.

It's all too common for brothers to fall in love with the same girl.