Jiang Ye naturally declined, urging her to enjoy her vacation and not to rush about the child.
But Isabel was exceptionally attentive, and the next morning, she sent a message.
"I've found an art school called Pingzong Academy of Fine Arts. It has a 300-year history and has produced many master painters. Shi Ningfu is the youngest multi-style professor at this school and is also considered someone who has half-stepped into the ranks of master painters. You can find her online. Last year, several of her smaller paintings sold for a total of 600 million yuan at auction, and those weren't even her serious works. I just had dinner with her and showed her the painting of the forest. She was very interested. She said she wants to test Jiang Senlin's talent and have him paint a commissioned piece."
"A commissioned piece? Did Professor Shi mention what the subject would be?" Jiang Ye asked.
"A monster."
"A monster? Did she specify any requirements? A flying monster or a sea creature? Should it have horns and wings?" Jiang Ye was a bit bewildered. He thought they would ask him to draw an apple, an egg, or a portrait, but why a monster?
"There are no specific requirements, just to paint with a monster as the theme," Isabel said. "There's an app. Download it onto your phone. When Senlin finishes painting, use the app to scan the entire painting and transmit the data to me. I can then use the academy's equipment to reproduce the painting one-to-one. Professor Shi Ningfu's intention is that when it comes to painting things like this, photos are just for show; one needs a physical object to truly appreciate the details."
Isabel then sent an app.
Jiang Ye downloaded and opened it on his phone. It looked very professional, a software for oil painting, ink painting, and art appraisal, with data analysis functions.
Coincidentally, Jiang Senlin was eating. Jiang Ye sat down in front of his son and explained very seriously, "You have a great talent for painting. A very skilled teacher has noticed you. She wants you to paint a monster. If you paint it well, this teacher might be willing to guide your painting."
Jiang Senlin, who was eating a tart, listened, understanding only half of it. After a while, he said, "Paint a monster?"
"Yes, paint a monster," Jiang Ye said, patting his head. "Imagine a big monster, any kind you like, and paint it."
Jiang Senlin quickly finished his tart and ran to the studio.
He lay on the floor, rummaged through the paint piles for a moment, then took out a new brush and began to paint.
Jiang Ye and Cen Yemeng stood outside the door, peeking through the glass.
Yesterday, when painting, Jiang Senlin had been hesitant, feeling like a tiger trying to eat the sky with nowhere to start.
But today, his state had improved considerably. He quickly dabbed his little hands into the paint boxes, like an archivist inventorying folders he'd managed for ten years, or a seasoned artilleryman quickly counting shell casings, then boldly dipped his brush in and stirred vigorously, smearing the canvas like a galloping horse.
Brilliant colors gradually emerged on the paper.
Jiang Senlin was completely immersed, not lifting his head. Occasionally, he would toss a brush aside and pick up a new one. After all, Jiang Ye had bought him several boxes of art supplies, so he had plenty of "ammunition" and didn't need to clean or conserve.
Cen Yemeng silently took out her phone and opened the camera function to take a secret video.
Jiang Ye also took out his phone to secretly film. If his son were to become a great artist in the future, his early creative process might be recorded in art history!
If videos of Van Gogh painting or Wang Ximeng painting were available to the world, perhaps all art students would watch them repeatedly and even pay homage to them before exams.
Even if it wasn't recorded in art history, it would be nice to film it and keep it for him to watch when he grew up.
Finally, Jiang Senlin threw the brush far away, like throwing a dart, exuding an air of accomplishment.
Jiang Ye and Cen Yemeng, who had been waiting impatiently, pushed the door open and looked at the large painting on the floor.
The couple was once again stunned into silence!