I like graffiti since I was a child, and my good painting talent left a shining page for my student days. Of course, this is inseparable from the careful training of two art teachers.
1, Teacher Yan
Miss Yan is my first art teacher. It is a shame that I blurred Mr. Yan's name and knew nothing about his bumpy life experience. This respectable teacher hasn't taught me for a long time. However, more than 20 years after his death, his voice, face and smile are still vivid, and his tireless tall image has long been engraved in my memory.
Wuyi Middle School is my alma mater. Before the fifth grade, I didn't understand why I had to go to school. I just know that its advantage is that it is very happy to fight with my classmates! My homework is average, my exam results are not slipping, and I have never "studied hard and made progress every day". Tayu Lo's classic campus song "Childhood" is a true portrayal of my childhood. In my spare time, I have enough energy to draw, not to mention the blank paper I can find. Even in the margins of textbooks and on my own walls, there are a lot of "surrealist masterpieces" published by me.
One Sunday morning shortly after the beginning of the third grade in early spring, I can't remember whether I was reading comic books at home or playing games with my brother. At this time, my mother went home. I looked up and saw Miss Yan come in. Teacher Yan taught art classes in grades four to six, when I was not his student. Actually, my mother doesn't know Miss Yan very well either. I only know that he is an art teacher in our school. I happened to meet him on the road, and when I said hello, I naturally talked about my love for painting. My mother wanted to invite Miss Yan to see my paintings at home, and he readily agreed. It's a cold spring. Teacher Yan is wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, trousers, cotton cap and scarf, and those old oxhide shoes that can kick down the mountain. They look like northeast veterans in war movies. Teacher Yan is too thin and skinny. Pale face, high nose, sunken eyes, cheekbones towering like two stone peaks. Later, I read the famous book How Steel was Tempered. The portrait of ostrovsky in middle age on the title page immediately reminded me of Teacher Yan. His expression and face are too similar to that Soviet writer! Teacher Yan sat at the table and carefully looked at many crows I drew. She nodded, smiled at me and praised me, with a kind expression and a low and slow voice. Teacher Yan chatted with her mother for a while, and then left.
Soon, I joined the school art interest group. The members of the group are students with painting expertise selected from classes in grades four to six. Teacher Yan conducts after-school training and counseling twice a week. Teacher Yan's lectures are concise and to the point, and there are no restrictions on painting. He encouraged us to play freely and freely. After the painting is completed, we will comment on it one by one, point out the shortcomings, and more will be affirmation and praise, which will double the confidence of the students. I study hard and make rapid progress. I have won several prizes in art competitions at school and in the city. Remember I had an award-winning crayon? "Cars of the future world"-cars can not only run on highways, but also fly in the sky, swim in the water and climb tall buildings. Teacher Yan praised my rich imagination and put forward some suggestions to modify the details, so that I could draw a new one and send it to the competition.
Teacher Yan is weak and needs to take medicine all the year round. She is only about fifty years old, but she looks very old. His salary is meager and his family is poor. My wife is a rural woman and has no job. She usually uses a cardboard box to supplement her family. His daughter is a few years younger than me. The young girl is thin and short, like a malnourished kitten, and her poor left eye is still disabled. Teacher Yan likes this unique Xin Wei very much. In her spare time, she often lets her baby daughter ride a tall horse or hold it in her hand to play together. Like other teachers, Mr. Yan's family lived in a row of brick bungalows on campus in those years. The room is dark and damp, and the lights are turned on during the day. There is no kitchen, so we have to build a stove in the corridor to cook. Several families share a faucet and often have to queue up for water. I still clearly remember the way Teacher Yan coughed with smoke. ...
There was a time when I was crazy, my freedom was at its peak, and my academic performance was in a mess. The head teacher made a special home visit, and I was scolded and beaten by my parents. I admitted my mistake and wrote a review, but I still played with my heart. One day after school, Teacher Yan called me to the office and said to me earnestly, "You are so naughty and playful. Why don't you use your intelligence in your studies and do your homework every day before you play? " Your mother has high expectations of you. I hope you can become a talent in the future. From now on, you must study hard! "Looking at teacher yan's caring and expecting eyes, I bowed my head guiltily. From this day on, I seemed to wake up from a dream and more or less understood the meaning of reading. I caught up from the brink of failing, and my academic performance remained at the upper-middle level of the class.
When I am in the fifth grade next semester, Teacher Yan will go home to recuperate for physical reasons. Before that, his family had moved into the teachers' dormitory built outside the school. I have never seen him since. At that time, I was too ignorant Every day, I look forward to Mr. Yan's early recovery and return to the podium to give us an art class, but I never thought I should go and see him!
Shortly after I entered junior high school, Teacher Yan died unfortunately. When I heard the bad news from my classmates, the memorial service was over and I was sad for a long time.
2. Miss Huang
By chance, I opened a picture album of Hunan arts and crafts and browsed it at will. I was shocked when I saw the name and photo of an author and several beautiful sculptures. Isn't this artist who has made great achievements in sculpture and public art my art teacher in junior high school?
In the photo, she is elegant, fashionable and radiant, with long hair shawl, white sun hat, short-sleeved shirt with black background and white spots, dark brown jeans and boots. She stood in front of her masterpiece, the huge aluminum etched sculpture "Dragon Roll-Harmony but Difference" in Shanghai Century Park, smiling brightly. Although wearing sunglasses, her name and "glorious image" are completely consistent with the beautiful art teacher in my memory. ...
My academic performance in junior high school for three years was average, but I won the honor for the school with a brush-I won the second prize in the Changsha Young Pioneers Painting and Calligraphy Competition held on Children's Day on June 1st 1986, and Mr. Huang naturally contributed. At that time, Miss Huang was only in her mid-twenties, newly married, natural and refined, with a pair of braided hair, a red oval face, shallow dimples, bright eyes, pure and beautiful, like a female college student. After correcting my homework several times, Mr. Huang discovered my talent for painting and got high marks. He often praised me in class and promoted me to be the representative of art class. Teacher Huang constantly encouraged me to practice my basic skills and lent me some picture books, which made me first exposed to the works of famous artists such as Leonardo da Vinci and gained the influence of artistic beauty.
Half a month before the calligraphy and painting contest, Mr. Huang got the news, and the time was very hasty. He signed me up quickly, and then he must practice hard. Miss Huang asked me to draw a pencil drawing for an hour in the small studio provided by the school after school every afternoon, under her independent guidance, and practice consciously after going home. The art competition stipulated realistic themes. The cartoons and science fiction painting I am good at are useless, and the sketching foundation laid by primary school does not have a competitive advantage. Teacher Huang gave me the main direction-landscape painting, painting landscapes, trees, pavilions, boats, tourists and birds. This kind of painting has certain constraints, which is really a new attempt for me. After Mr. Huang talked about the essentials of composition, I combined the impression of my previous spring (autumn) tour with the imaginary scenery, and actually got on the road soon, especially drawing tourists (mainly lively students) vividly. Teacher Huang is very happy and seriously comments on the guidance. I ran as fast as I could under her guidance.
I remember that day after the award ceremony, I wore a red scarf and sat on the stone bench next to the stadium with Miss Huang. She was like a big sister. She looked at the award certificates and prizes over and over again and smiled happily. Miss Huang asked me about my family and my future dreams. I said without hesitation that I want to be a great painter. Teacher Huang patted me on the shoulder and smiled: "Yes, if you set great ambitions from an early age and work hard, you will certainly realize your ideals."
Now, Ms. Huang is taking off, growing from an ordinary teacher to a talented artist, while the students she was proud of and had high hopes for have already "deserted". Through this album, I seem to meet Miss Huang after a long separation. I applaud her success, and I am afraid to see her expression of deep disappointment with me.
That night, in my dream, I, a reporter and a famous artist, Mr. Huang, gathered on the stone bench next to the art competition. Still young, beautiful, elegant and calm, Kan Kan told her struggles and legends over the years, and I recorded them in the interview book while listening. After that, she didn't ask any embarrassing questions. She just held my hand and smiled and said, "Great! We used to be teachers and students, but now we are friends! "