Compared with oil painting canvas, oil painting paper is cheaper and easier to handle, which is suitable for novice daily training.
However, oil painting is a special type of painting. Art students usually have a certain art foundation before they can start to create oil paintings. At this time, most of them are not interested in the primary painting material such as oil painting paper, so when Chen Ge saw the painting on the easel When painting on paper, he was a little puzzled, what kind of person created this work
Chen Ge studied toy design and manufacturing at Chen Ge University. He had taken some courses related to art and appreciation. He could see some ways from the simple composition of the other party. The person who painted this picture is definitely not a novice.
"He seems to be constantly trying, trying to express something." Chen Ge pointed out that he slid across the paper. The upper half of the paper was rough, the lower half was smooth, and the touch was completely different: "Why does he have to paint oil paintings? Because oil paintings can better express his meaning?"
Two upside-down wards, two patients with exactly the same appearance, there is no problem in the composition of the picture, only when you touch it with your hands will you find that the materials on the upper and lower parts of the drawing paper seem to be different.
"This is an oil painting, do I need to apply paint to it to see the difference?"
With the mentality of giving it a try, Chen Ge lifted the white cloth on the shelf and prepared to choose paint.
The shelves are very large. The paints here are different from those sold in the store. They are all packed in glass cups without any trademarks and instructions.
"Why... only red?"
Looking at the rows of glasses, Chen Ge froze in place. There were all kinds of reds on the shelves, but there were no other colors except red.
Reaching out and unscrewing the lid of the cup, a faint smell of blood wafted out, Chen Ge was sure that this was definitely not the smell that oil paint could emit.
"Just use it."
Chen Ge picked up the brush on the easel and smeared the red liquid in the cup on the oil painting paper.
With the first stroke, Chen Ge noticed a problem.
There seems to be an invisible dividing line in the middle of this piece of paper. The dye in the cup only left a light red mark on the upper half of the drawing paper, but left a dark red, scar-like scar on the lower half. handwriting.
After several strokes in a row, the painting on the easel changed its appearance.
The upper part seems to be just a ward with light red lights on, but the lower part seems to be soaked in blood.
The patients in the painting have the same facial expressions, but the feelings they give are completely different.
One looked ordinary, with a slightly dazed expression, while the other was covered in blood, with hatred and resentment condensed on his face.
"Is this painting mapping the world behind the door? Or is it something else?"
After a few seconds, Chen Ge saw an even more magical scene.
On that special material, the color of the upper part is gradually fading, and the color of the lower part is gradually deepening, as if the upper part of the painting has poured all the blood into the lower part.
"Isn't this the world inside and outside the door? The despair in reality keeps pouring into the world behind the door. One purifies itself, and the other keeps getting more desperate."
The more Chen Ge looked at it, the more he felt that the painting was related to the door. He tried to remove the painting, but he only removed half of it, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Is that thing coming?"
The hair stood up instantly, and Chen Ge decisively gave up taking the painting away. He followed the scrap manuscript from the ground and trotted to the window.
Chen Ge looked outside before entering the building. All windows in this building were not equipped with anti-theft nets.
Pulling back the thick gray-black curtains, Chen Ge pushed open the window, and just about to climb out, he suddenly saw a person standing downstairs.
The other party lowered his head, wore leather shoes, was tall and thin, and was in a very abnormal state.
"Mr. Bai?"
Teacher Bai, who was originally guarding the boys' apartment, appeared around the laboratory building for some reason. He seemed to be looking for something.
Chen Ge's body that was about to turn out came back, and he pulled the curtains with lingering fears: "I was almost discovered!"
Looking out through the gap in the curtains, Mr. Bai was wandering around the laboratory building. He seemed to be hesitating whether to enter the laboratory building.
"Jumping from here, it just landed on his face, what should I do?"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of knocking on the door became urgent, and Chen Ge was now in a dilemma.
His brain was running fast, but things outside the door didn't intend to give him much time.
The sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole was like a knife stabbing Chen Ge's chest. He didn't have time to hesitate, and the door would be opened the next moment.
"It doesn't matter, let's leave first."
With his bag on his back, Chen Ge stepped on the edge of the window.
If you can't jump down, then crawl to both sides.
He saw the opportunity and moved to the window sill of the next room.
"Hang it outside, and sooner or later, Teacher Bai will see it. This position is too conspicuous."
Holding the air conditioner's exterior unit tightly with both hands, before Chen Ge could take a breath, the door of the paint storage room was opened.
The man in the house seemed to be walking towards the window when he saw that the window was not closed!
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. At this time, as long as the other party stretched out his head and looked out the window, Chen Ge would be discovered.
"Go to the third floor!"
Gritting his teeth, Chen Ge grabbed the window sill on the third floor with both hands, and climbed to the window sill on the third floor without any protective gear.
Just as he climbed up to the third-floor window sill, a pale arm stretched out from the window of the paint storage room on the second floor.
Chen Ge stepped on the slap-width windowsill on the third floor, not even breathing too hard.
Maintaining this position is very physically exhausting, and if you don't grasp it firmly, you will fall.
Chen Ge tried to push the window on the third floor, but after finding that it was unlocked, he jumped in decisively.
Before he could check what was in the room, he hid by the window and watched Teacher Bai secretly.
"Why hasn't he left?"
The third floor is the most dangerous floor. The elevator stopped on the third floor at the very beginning. When he took the elevator just now, the things in the elevator also ended up on the third floor.
Staying in the corner, Chen Ge didn't move, he decided to wait in this room until Teacher Bai left, and then make his next plan.
The night wind blew into the house, and the bright red curtains floated over his neck. Chen Ge was about to close the windows tightly when he suddenly remembered that the curtains on the second floor seemed to be gray-black.
After his body paused for a second, Chen Ge took a few steps back, and after moving away from the window, he immediately opened the door and rushed out.
There was no light in the dark corridor, and the doors of all laboratories on the third floor were open, and some were still making creaking noises.
Gently closing the door behind him, Chen Ge directly entered the room on the other side of the corridor.
He thought about going out from the window of this room, which happened to be on the other side of the building, so that he could perfectly avoid Teacher Bai.