Blowing, pulling, playing, singing, calligraphy, painting, clay sculpture, please write a story and feeling that happened in the process of learning an art.

On the road of my life, there is a wi

Blowing, pulling, playing, singing, calligraphy, painting, clay sculpture, please write a story and feeling that happened in the process of learning an art.

On the road of my life, there is a winding path, and this is my way of painting. This road started when I was still in kindergarten, when I was about six or seven years old. Because I was young at that time, I could only learn children's paintings. At first, everything went well. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines with personal exhibitions, and her name often appears in many art books. She is the famous teacher Xu Ye, who gave us a vivid lecture. The only regret is that my imagination is not rich enough to figure out what to draw, so I left the classroom by myself less than two years after I started studying. ...

After graduating from primary school, I embarked on the road of painting again. This time, there was an old teacher named Gu. She spoke more vividly, and I quickly got the gist. This is painted with an oil pastel. Maybe I'm sensitive to color, and I'm handy in choosing, using and matching colors. My paintings are tangible, colorful, meaningful and meaningful. A year later, he transferred to another great art teacher to teach. Song Feng, a 1.8-meter-tall teacher, has made great achievements although she graduated from college soon. When painting, he is calm every time he writes.

After the fourth grade, I bid farewell to children's painting and formally began to learn basic art-sketch. For sketch, it can be said that no one had any foundation at that time, that is to say, everyone was on the same starting line. I remember the first class, I didn't draw well. Everything on the paper is just in my mind, regardless of angle, light and shade, perspective and so on. Three years later. My sketching skills have advanced by leaps and bounds, and the works I draw are also different.

Now I'm still on my way to painting, and I don't know what the next road will be like. But when I look back at the deep and shallow footprints I walked through, I feel very gratified, because each footprint contains a different story. The road ahead is still long, and it may be smooth sailing. It may be bumpy and tortuous. Maybe one day, I will stop taking this road for the time being, but no matter what the road is, as long as it is a road, I will definitely get there!