But the background color of the white paper of this painting has also become a part of the painting.
I saw a strong and cunning-faced man with a naked upper body and weird graphics outlined in the dark shades of ink. Under his stout arms, there was a huge sarcoma on both hands. The sarcoma was uneven and roared like a human figure. Hidden below his waist in the shadow of the waves, the waves were round and layered like a giant drum.
A crazy evil aura is blowing on his face, as if the existence in the painting will wave the sarcoma sledgehammer in his hand to the giant drum in the next second. The epidemics are all over the place where the ripples pass, and the epidemics retreat after the ripples pass, and the calamities and blessings are all in this glaring mad god’s thoughts.
The background color of the white paper other than the black splashing ink forms another image on the edge of the splashing black ink.Nothingness is real and real, born on the edge of black, closely dependent on each other, in cold tones it is like a ghost, silently watching the madness of the black mad god.
The two are connected and very different, making them more and more breathtaking.
Mi’s gaze is placed on the white paper part for longer than the ink-colored picture.
Mi Feixue noticed this, and the fingers held together on her lap exposed her nervousness.
Her lips opened slightly and closed again, so she waited for Mi August’s gaze to leave the painting, and then turned to her face and asked confidently, “Am I not painting well?””
Mi August was dumbfounded and said with a smile: “The painting is very good.”
Mi Feixue was puzzled.
Then why did you watch it for so long in August and still get distracted?
Although she didn’t ask for the exit, Mi August still sensed her emotions from Mi Feixue’s expression.
“Just thought of something interesting.”Mi August still didn’t tell me what he was just thinking about.
——If the group of scholars who were in Juxian Building at the beginning saw Feixue’s work, they would have to suspect that Feixue deliberately satirized and embarrassed them.
The style of Stickman’s painting is put together with this masterpiece of the combination of technology and artistic conception. No one would have thought that it would come from the same person before they witnessed it with their own eyes.
Mi Feixue blinked, subconsciously knowing that this ‘interesting thing’ must have something to do with herself, and it’s best not to keep asking, even if she is very curious.
In order to suppress curiosity about this topic, Mi Feixue took out another roll of paper.
“I drew two pictures.”
Mi August was a little surprised.As far as she knew, Feixue didn’t have a good impression of the mad epidemic god, and she was willing to paint for the other party because of her.
In this case, is it a mature expression that Mi Feixue is willing to make two idol paintings for each other in a row?
With this thought in mind, Mi August opened the new scroll and couldn’t help but smile dumbly after seeing the portrait inside at a glance.
Mi Feixue heard her laughter, “August, do you think this one is better?””
“Also?”Mi August said with a smile.
Mi Feixue didn’t speak, and acquiesced.