Soon, the people at the doorway parted, clearing a path.
Eight disciples, surrounded by an entourage, carried the small bed and arrived.
Jiang Senlin, holding a cup of watermelon juice, bit down on the straw and drank, his expression as indifferent as an emperor's.
With so many people still in the studio, he frowned slightly but said nothing.
The disciples lifted him onto the lift platform. Jiang Senlin was quickly captivated by the canvas again, his gaze fixed.
The previously noisy studio, filled with many voices, fell silent within seconds.
Many masters raised their phones, switching to video or photo mode.
The livestream audience was stunned by this peculiar scene, their curiosity piqued to the extreme.
"Are the masters really here to watch painting, and they're even recording it themselves?"
"I can't see clearly from the front, who is painting?"
"That person is so short, looks like a child… it's indeed a child's height. Who is this divine being?"
"Why is the camera so far away? I can't see anything in front!"
"Streamer, squeeze forward! What can you see like this?"
"Damn it, this is too frustrating. I can't see what the painting looks like, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
Despite the strong calls from the livestream.
The camera did not move, remaining tucked away in the corner of the studio wall.
Of course, with the deities of the art world filling the front, how could they dare to fight for positions? They could only broadcast as best they could.
Jiang Senlin picked up a brush and dipped it in light ink.
The girl beside him immediately opened her mouth and chewed on the brush tip, but she didn't show any signs of bitterness. She had been eating ink for days and was already accustomed to it.
Jiang Senlin didn't even look at her, and began to paint.
The onlookers below and the netizens in the livestream were all surprised by his grand demeanor!
He didn't start with the first figure, but instead began on the blank canvas beside it.
Everyone's eyes widened, a sea of heads bobbing like waves. The opportunity to witness Master Jiang paint a person from start to finish was priceless!
Jiang Senlin first used his brush to outline the silhouette of a person.
Not the outline of the body, but the outline of the skeleton.
After drawing the skeleton, he then blended the flesh around it, and finally painted the clothes. It was like reverse anatomy.
Then, he continuously switched brushes, using different colored inks, which his disciples would wet for him before he applied them to the canvas.
Half an hour later, Jiang Senlin began to apply oil paints.
He painted patiently, layer by layer, as meticulously as a sculptor, unlike ordinary painters.
One layer of paint.
Two layers of paint.
Three layers of paint.
The person on the canvas gradually became clearer, like a blurry image loading completely as the internet speed increased, or like a person obscured by mist slowly revealing their true appearance as the mist dissipated.
It was already very realistic.
But something was still missing.
If it were any other painter, reaching this stage would have earned a standing ovation.
But with Jiang Senlin standing there, and a lifelike painting beside him, the comparison made it seem insufficient.
Hundreds of arms in the studio held up phones to capture the moment, many hands aching, but they gritted their teeth and persisted.
The number of viewers in the livestream had reached a staggering one million, mostly art students or art enthusiasts, with a small minority who had stumbled in out of curiosity. However, with the camera remaining static and nothing particularly engaging to see, they soon retreated.
The comments were constantly scrolling, all of them complaining.
"What can you see from this position! It's all blocked!"
"I tried to look at the screens of the phones in front, I was too naive."
"Is the streamer losing their mind? Push the camera forward aggressively!"
"I give up, I've been waiting for an hour, thinking I'd get a chance to see the paintings in front, but it was all in vain!"
"I'm filing a complaint, what are you broadcasting?"
Jiang Senlin, unaware of the millions of people watching him, calmly continued to paint.
The fourth layer of paint!
The people in the studio were somewhat moved. Who would have thought that a single painting would require so many layers of paint? This technique had been abandoned for many years, only used by ancient gardeners.
What was thought to be an outdated method now seemed not so simple.
After applying the fourth layer of paint, Jiang Senlin sat down, exhausted.
His disciples carried him to the small bed, massaging his back and handing him drinks, like servants attending to their master.
With Jiang Senlin no longer blocking the view, the second person in the painting could be seen.
There was a moment of silence in the studio.
Then, someone, it was unclear who, started clapping, and a wave of applause erupted!
The effect was astonishing! It was a transformative change from the third layer of paint!
The second figure was a female officer, with fair skin like smooth jade.
Whether it was her face, neck, or the exposed skin on her hands, the texture was deeply moving.
The skin was slightly rosy beneath the white, reminiscent of a freshly cut ripe peach or a shrimp.
It felt as if blood was flowing beneath the tender skin.
Furthermore, there were fine hairs on her wrists and faintly visible blue veins beneath the skin.
The people in the front row grabbed the safety barriers, leaning forward desperately, their eyes wide and fierce, as if they wished their heads could fly to the canvas for a closer look.
Fortunately, guards stepped in to stop them, otherwise, these people would have undoubtedly leaped over the barriers.
Many were hungry, having waited for a long time, but seeing the scene now, they felt it was worth it!
Witnessing the birth of such a masterpiece firsthand was worth starving for three days!
The people in the studio began to move slowly, like a crowded tour group visiting a museum, taking turns to lean in front of the barriers to admire the painting. Each person had only ten seconds, their expressions contorted with a desperate desire to pluck out their eyeballs and throw them at the canvas for a satisfying look. Da Feng Novel Network
After viewing, everyone was content, wiping their sweat tiredly as they moved towards the exit.
As soon as a small group had left, Jiang Senlin picked up his brush again and returned to the canvas.
He began to apply the fifth layer of paint!
Those who had just left the studio quickly rushed back in.
Everyone in the studio was so shocked they broke out in a cold sweat. It wasn't finished yet?
Many had already exhausted their physical strength and could only lean on those beside them. Even so, no one left, all waiting to see Jiang Senlin continue his work!
Jiang Senlin's painting speed increased day by day.
After practicing on a few figures, his skills quickly became proficient, and he could paint a large number of people in a single morning.
He would stop painting in the afternoon, feeling tired, and go back to lie down and relax.
As a result, the entire studio became crowded in the afternoon, with people flocking to visit. The studio, which had been quiet a month ago, suddenly transformed into a 5A scenic spot during Golden Week, forcing Li Nannan to dispatch more guards to maintain order.
Jiang Ye and Cen Yemeng watched the surveillance footage at home. Even at one in the morning, people were entering the studio to visit, and the studio was even dimly lit.
Jiang Ye sent a message to Li Nannan: "Why are there still so many people looking at the paintings with the lights off in the middle of the night?"
Li Nannan replied: "In the dim light, the people in the paintings are even more lifelike, more alive than the living, and more like ghosts than ghosts."
Jiang Ye: "Your description is contradictory! Are they living people or ghosts?"
Li Nannan: "I can't describe it, no one can. The people in the paintings have become completely divine. At night, the eyes of all the painted figures are bright, and they seem to move. Of course, they don't actually move, but when your gaze sweeps past, every painted figure makes eye contact with you, while the other painted figures in your peripheral vision look elsewhere. We look at the paintings, and the paintings look back at us. Visitors entering the studio at night are like pilgrims, no one dares to speak, afraid to disturb the heavenly beings, creating an atmosphere of silent awe. Because it's so quiet, you can hear the breathing of those around you, but as you listen, you start to feel as if the breathing is coming from the paintings."
Jiang Ye: "Your description is quite eerie. I don't feel that eerie when looking at the photos and videos."