① A 700-word composition about the stories and feelings that happened in the process of learning painting (not Chinese painting). I need it tonight! ! Please pay more attention to me
My road to painting
On the road of my life, there is a winding road, which is my road to painting. This road started when I was still in kindergarten. At that time, I was only about six or seven years old. Since I was young at the time, I could only start with children's drawings. It went very well at first. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines about personal art exhibitions. The teacher’s name often appears in many art books. She is the slightly famous teacher Xu Ye. She was very vivid when teaching us. The only regret is that because my imagination was not rich enough, I couldn't think of what to draw, so I left the class on my own. It was less than two years after I started studying...
After attending elementary school , I embarked on the road of painting again, this time with an old teacher named Gu. Her lectures were more vivid, and I quickly mastered the essentials. This is painted with oil pastels. Maybe I am more sensitive to colors and I am very good at selecting, using and matching colors. The paintings I draw are tangible, colorful, spiritual and meaningful. A year later, he transferred to another great art teacher to study. Teacher Song Feng is 1.8 meters tall. Although he graduated from college not long ago, he has already made great achievements. When painting, he is calm and composed every time he writes.
After the fourth grade, I bid farewell to children's drawings and officially started learning basic art - sketching. Regarding sketching, it can be said that no one had any foundation at that time. In other words, everyone was on the same starting line. I remember that in the first class, I was not very good at drawing. Everything on the paper was just in my brain, and I didn’t care about angles, light and shade, perspective and other issues. After these three years. My sketching skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and my paintings have become more impressive.
Now I am still walking on this road of painting, and I don’t know what the next road will bring. But when I look back at the section of road I have walked and the deep and shallow footprints left on it, I feel very relieved, because each footprint contains a unique little footprint. story. The road ahead is still long. It may be smooth and smooth; it may be bumpy and winding. Maybe one day, I will temporarily stop walking on this road, but no matter what the road is, as long as it is a road, I will definitely be able to walk it!
Painting has a magical appeal to me.
I have loved drawing since kindergarten. In kindergarten, the teacher taught us crayon drawing. At that time, I was attracted by the colorful colors. I like drawing very much. When I go to school, I take out my pen and draw as soon as I get out of class; when I get home, I draw after I finish my homework. Even when I go out to play, I have to bring a small drawing board with me.
Now that I am in elementary school, the art teacher teaches us watercolor painting, and the difficulty of learning is getting deeper and deeper. Once, the art teacher assigned an assignment, which was watercolor painting. This assignment is very difficult. When I got home and finished my homework, I started drawing with my pen, but I just couldn't draw it. After a long time, I still couldn't draw. I finally got impatient and threw the pen on the table. "Bang!" The pen fell off the table. At this time, I alerted my mother who was watching TV in the living room. She came over and asked, "My child, what's wrong?" I said angrily, "Humph! I will never learn to draw again! I hate it! I can't draw at all." No, drawing is just a waste of paper!" When my mother heard this, her originally kind face immediately turned serious and said, "Son, you can't do this! Drawing is not a waste of paper, you just said that. It’s a big mistake. No matter what you do, you can’t give up easily. You must be patient and perseverant. You can do anything well!” After hearing what my mother said, my face immediately turned red and I felt very ashamed. . I thought to myself: Actually, what my mother said is right. Well, as long as you have patience, you can do anything. So, I continued to think. After a while, I finally figured it out! The next day, the art teacher praised my homework and I smiled happily.
Although painting is difficult, it also brings me endless fun.
When my grandpa watches TV, he likes to watch Peking Opera the most. The faces of the people in it are all painted with pens. So, I took out my palette, pen, and mirror, and then I painted in front of the mirror while facing the characters on TV.
After a long time, I finally finished the painting. I painted myself as "Guan Yu"! I ran to my grandpa and surprised him. Grandpa was shocked when he saw it, "Ouch! When did a little 'Guan Yu' appear in my house?!" After grandpa finished speaking, the two of us immediately laughed.
Painting is really fun! I like painting, and I also learned a truth from it: no matter what a person does, he should never give up easily. He must be patient and perseverant, and he can do anything well
② Focus on "I" I want some examples of stories and feelings that happened while learning an art (painting, calligraphy, singing, etc.), 300 to 400 words will do, please hurry!!!!!!
1 An exquisite handicraft
Porcelain is a specialty of our country. Last year, my father traveled abroad and brought me an exquisite porcelain horse. The horse is shiny black, with a pair of black and round eyes, and the down on its neck. Although it is made of porcelain, it is very realistic and looks very thick. This horse is very strong, and the muscle texture of its legs is very clear. Coupled with the porcelain horse's fat body, it seems that people raised it to be so strong so that it can fight.
The most interesting thing is its tail, which is like a horse racing on the field, flowing in the wind. The horse moved forward with its head held high, as if competing with other horses. It dominates the race, leaving the horses behind and unable to catch them. Observing carefully, I found a "scar" about an inch long on the horse's back. What's going on? Is this really a war horse, and was it hit by the enemy? Anxious to uncover the mystery, I hurriedly pulled my dad over. "Dad, look, there is a crack on the back of this horse." Dad was a little mysterious. He smiled and said, "This is indeed a 'scar'. It depends on how you fill it. Wait until you The horse has recovered, and I think you have done a great thing." I didn't understand what my father said. It seemed that there was something profound in it. "Dong", a crisp sound revealed the mystery of Dad's words. By the way, that's it - the coin, with which Dad said "fill him up." So, I started using it to fill the wounds of the war horse day by day. The horse gradually became heavier, and its "wound" was healing day by day.
The sand gathered into a tower, and the drops of water penetrated the stone. Now the horse has recovered more energetic than before, and a great event is about to be fulfilled. Once the horse recovers, there will be a glimmer of hope for the project. Although the recovery of this horse is not enough to help an out-of-school child return to school, I firmly believe that if there are a few more good horses like this, there will be more than some hope... Comment: Very good at describing, and the article is conceived. Very meaningful things, explanations come naturally. The young author shows extremely high literary and cultural accomplishments both in observing and experiencing life and in grasping the organization of text. Writing is like being a person, and writing is like being a person.
③A composition about the story of me learning to paint
When I was five years old. One day, my mother took me to the street to buy things. I met an aunt who was sending out promotional paintings. I was curious and went over to take a look. There were many dense words and colorful patterns on the paintings. I asked my mother: "What is this?" My mother smiled and said: "It is a children's painting, painted by a child about your age." Looking at these paintings, my curiosity was aroused, and I thought: " It would be great if I could draw such beautiful paintings.” After returning home, I found the colored pens and pencils I used in kindergarten and started copying the pictures on the colored paintings. After painting for a while, my mother saw my painting and said, "The painting is good. Do you also want to learn to draw?" I said loudly, "Yes!" Soon, my mother sent me to a children's painting training class. In this way, gradually, I developed a strong interest in painting and continued to learn more about painting.
From learning painting to now, I have learned children’s painting, cartoon painting, and sketching. During these days of learning painting, many things are still fresh in my memory.
I remember the first time I went to a sketching class. The teacher is amiable and takes good care of me. The teacher said: "Learning to sketch, practicing lines is the foundation." I thought: "This is really easy." At the beginning, I could draw lines pretty well. But as time went by, the thickness of the lines began to become inconsistent, the lines became crooked, and there was a "little tail" when I finished writing. When the teacher commented on my lines, he said: "The lines were very good at the beginning, but they got a little rough later on.
If you want to practice your lines well, you must calm down and persevere. "After listening to the teacher's words, I made up my mind to draw lines well. So whenever I have time, I will practice lines. My hands are sore from practicing all the time, and I have used up countless pieces of drawing paper. After my unremitting efforts, I can sketch My painting progressed day by day, and I successfully passed the Level 6 Sketching Examination one year later.
Although my painting skills have improved, there is still a lot of painting knowledge and skills that require continuous learning and development. Training. I will continue to study hard and train hard to prepare for a higher level of art in the future.
④ A composition about the stories and feelings in the process of learning to draw.
I love it. Painting
I have many hobbies, just like the colorful shells on the golden beach. Among them, I picked up a red shell that contained my favorite hobby - painting. Why, it was two years ago. Once in art class, Teacher Sun took out two ordinary white chalks and red chalks and "swished, swished, swiped" on the blackboard. Before we could blink, the painting I drew it on the blackboard early, “Wow! ——It's so beautiful..." I couldn't help but sigh. The teacher smiled and said, "This is still a random drawing! "I muttered in my heart: The painting is so beautiful, so I should just paint it casually! The watery painting on the blackboard is filled with lotus flowers, some of which still have flower bones in their mouths, and some have bloomed. The sky is clear after the rain, and the rain is on the lotus. The leaves rolled, and a colorful rainbow appeared in the sky... I looked at the painting obsessively, and the teacher called "Li Rui... Li Rui?" "My deskmate stepped on me hard with his foot, and I realized what I was doing... After class, I asked the teacher: "Why do you draw so well? "As long as you practice painting more, you will achieve success." "At this time, I have fallen in love with painting.
Painting is a kind of "leisure entertainment" for me. "Hey - the homework is finished -" I jumped with joy and took out a blank sheet. Paper painting, mother said: "Today!" Let you watch TV for a while. "These are the three words "watching TV" that I had dreamed of, but I said readily: "The painting is done -"... "Wow -" I took my painting and became intoxicated, like a little red riding hood. The girl carries a small basket to pick mushrooms... Painting is my "world of play". "Let's go out and play!" "My mother took me on a trip. I took a drawing board and a pencil and got ready to go, "Li Rui! Don’t you need to bring your other things? I smiled and said, "As long as I have a drawing board and a pen, I don't have to worry about it. This is my hobby!" "We took a plane and came to Hong Kong, "It's so beautiful here. "I sighed and drew a picture of "high-rise buildings"... I carry a small baggage with me at all times, and people ask me: "What do you have in it?" But I said with a smile: "It's pencil and paper." ”
I love painting, because painting can make people happy, and this love of extraordinary things is also beautiful.
I love painting
Painting I think everyone knows how to paint, right? I spent most of my spare time painting.
When I was young, I loved painting and took several art classes. In school, I would often take out a blank sheet of paper right after class and start drawing on it. When I was a child, I thought my drawings were good enough, but when I grow up, when I take them out, they make me laugh out loud. The nose is not right with the mouth, and it is like a "clown". I didn't lose confidence in painting because of this, maybe it's because of the age limit! My painting skills have improved tremendously since I was a child! In these days, I paint whenever I have free time. (Of course I do other things, but most of them are painting.) I also learned a lot about art.
I remember that last semester, I specially found a small book to use as an art book, and I drew many cartoons on it to compare with my current ones. What are the differences between paintings and previous paintings? Maintain the good ones and correct the bad ones. There are many students around me who love art. I can learn from their experience. Art, like Chinese and mathematics, needs to be learned bit by bit.
During the winter vacation, my sister came to my house to play, and I asked her to help me draw. I especially loved watching her draw, because the pictures she drew were so lifelike that she seemed to be able to draw from them. It seems like it's popping out. I'm trying to surpass her, and I think that day will not be far away.
If I draw a good work, I will be as happy as having solved a difficult problem.
Isn’t it great that painting can gain knowledge and enrich your after-school life?
⑤ The story and feelings about learning to paint are contained in the essay title
I love painting
I have many hobbies, as if on the golden beach Among the colorful shells, I picked up a red shell that contained my favorite hobby-painting. You may ask why, it was two years ago. Once in art class, Teacher Sun took out two ordinary white chalks and red chalks and "swiped" them on the blackboard. Before we could blink, , the painting was drawn on the blackboard early, "Wow! - It's so beautiful..." I couldn't help but sigh. The teacher smiled and said, "This is still a random drawing!" I muttered in my heart: Drawing It’s so beautiful, so I just draw it casually! The water-soaked painting on the blackboard is full of lotus flowers, some of which are still holding flower bones, and some of them have bloomed. The sky is sunny after the rain, the rain is rolling on the lotus leaves, and the sky appears. A colorful rainbow... I looked at the painting obsessively, and the teacher called "Li Rui... Li Rui?" My deskmate stepped on me hard with his foot, and then I realized... After class, I asked the teacher: "Why are you painting like this?" Okay?" "As long as you practice painting more, you will achieve success." At this time, I fell in love with painting.
Drawing is a kind of "leisure entertainment" for me. "Hey - the homework is finished -" I jumped with joy and took out a piece of white paper to draw. My mother said: "Today! Let you "Watch TV for a while." These were the three words "Watching TV" that I had dreamed of, but I said readily: "I'm done painting -"... "Wow -" I held my painting and was intoxicated. When I got up, a little girl in red riding hood was carrying a small basket to pick mushrooms... Drawing is my "world of play." "Let's go out and play!" My mother took me on a trip. I took a drawing board and a pencil and got ready to go, "Li Rui! Don’t you need to bring your other things?” I smiled and said, “I don’t have to worry about anything as long as I have a drawing board and a pen. This is my hobby!” We took a plane and arrived in Hong Kong. “It’s so beautiful here.” I said. I sighed and drew a picture of "high-rise buildings"... I carry a small baggage with me at all times, and people ask me: "What do you have in it?" But I smile and say: "Yes. Pencil and paper. ”
⑥ Learn the stories and feelings of a certain art process by yourself (art or painting). 400 words urgent!!!!!
I have been studying painting in an art training class since I was four years old. At that time, I was very uninterested and my paintings always looked wrong. It turned into an octopus. It was obviously a dinosaur, but it turned into some kind of monster. So, the teacher taught us to draft first and then draw. I did what the teacher said, and within a month, I was drawing. My level has gradually improved and it has become a daily routine. Whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is cold winter or scorching heat, it never stops. I have persisted for 8 years and now, painting has become an inseparable part of my study and life. part. I have also made a lot of achievements in painting. I have won the first, second and third prizes in the art competition of the National Primary School Students Painting and Calligraphy Competition many times and other various awards. From oil pastel painting, oil-water separation painting, line drawing, black and white painting, paper engraving, gouache painting, to the Chinese painting I am learning now, I like them all very much. From them, I not only learned a lot of painting knowledge and skills, but also learned a lot of common sense and understanding. It has introduced the works of many painters and the world in their eyes. Soon I will be promoted to another class and start learning drawing and color.
Among the painting methods I have learned, the most mysterious to me is traditional Chinese painting. With simple water, ink, pen and rice paper, you can draw not only flowers, birds, landscapes, but also animals and people. A soft brush, combined with the shades of ink, can express the whole world. Not only can it be tangible, but it can also give people a spiritual feeling. What's even more amazing is that the ink and paint painted on the paper will not fade when exposed to water. Chinese painting is truly a treasure of our country.
Chinese painting is not only beautiful, but its painting methods are also diverse and changeable. For example, with one stroke of two colors, you can dip the tip of the brush into two colors of different shades. By controlling the angle and strength of the pen, you can draw paintings with different moods, and the resulting paintings will have a strong three-dimensional feel. In gongbi painting, there is a technique called rendering.
It is to use a pen to dip the color into the paper first, and then use a clean pen to dip into the water to bring the color out. Control the number of rendering passes as needed, and there will be an excessive effect from dark to light. , the picture is very natural. The characters, flowers, birds, and landscapes painted in this way give people a lifelike and wonderful feeling... It can be said that Chinese painting brings me surprise and mystery, and I am willing to do my best to grasp the essence of Chinese painting.
Painting has become a hobby of mine. Whenever I am happy, I will think of painting; whenever I am tired, I will paint; whenever I am depressed, painting will make me forget my worries; whenever I encounter something that is difficult to express in words When the time comes, I will pick up the paintbrush... Painting brings me relaxation, joy, fulfillment and wisdom.
I am very happy that painting can accompany me no matter what time I am. No matter what, I will never give up painting
⑦ A 450-word article about the stories and feelings that happened in the process of learning an art. The art is preferably Taekwondo, or painting... .. .
Since childhood, my biggest hobby has been painting. I once won the first prize in an art competition in kindergarten!
My mother saw that I liked painting so much and thought I was very talented. So, I enrolled in an art class outside school. Once in an art class, the teacher asked us to draw the small animals around us. I was full of confidence. I drew some puppies and kittens, and I felt very satisfied with the drawing. After the teacher collected our works, he looked at each work with his eyes. I thought below: If the teacher sees my work, he will definitely smile with satisfaction, right? At this time, I found that the teacher stopped while staring at a painting, with a smile on his face, and at this time I became smug. After reading all the works, the teacher announced: "The first place this time is...Chen Tingting!"
At that time, I was like a happy bird that hit a UFO while flying. After class, I came to her and took a closer look at her painting. What I saw in front of me was a piece of green grass with two little white rabbits playing, and the picture looked lifelike. Look at my works again, alas! I feel inferior to myself! I was so naive.
After that, I lost confidence in painting. However, I worshiped a "master" in school. She was my classmate Xiao Lin. She taught me to draw the eyes of comic characters, and combined with my own pen and ink, although it cannot be compared with the "Mona Lisa", the eyes can see through the hearts of comic characters, some are cute, some are vicious, and some are sad. From now on, I will be Xiaolin's apprentice, and she will teach me something every day in school. Slowly, as time goes by, I accumulated a lot of things, and my painting skills improved a lot.
One time, I was doing my homework, and my mother told me that I could watch TV after I finished my homework, but I said, "No, I want to draw some pictures." My mother saw that I was very abnormal and asked what to do. So I told my mother about my "apprenticeship", and my mother smiled.
In the days that followed, I fell in love with painting like a man possessed. I practiced every day, and if I didn’t do well, I would paint again. I fell like this many times, but I stood up again and again.
No matter what art you learn, don’t give up halfway, but persevere; no matter when, painting can accompany me; no matter what, I will never give up painting again. Although the road to learn an art is long, long and bumpy, I will use my strong perseverance to smooth this bumpy and arduous road of art!
⑧ Stories and feelings that happened in the process of learning to draw (more than 600 words)
It is purely hand-made, please adopt it. . . O(≧口≦)O
I have always believed that painting is a pure thing, specially provided for feeling and enjoyment, and has the directness of feeling. It does not exist without the support of historical literature and subject matter, and does not require the participation of all interpretive tools. Instead, it reduces all efforts to elements that are isomorphic to feelings, thereby elevating artistic activities into aesthetic activities. Expressing itself within its own structure has always been the ideal of art, and has always been the only way for art to redeem itself. For a painter, relying on narrative, storytelling, and political themes to establish the value and meaning of painting is a sign of incompetence and is not the right path for artistic development. If one day, the story is not chosen well and the opportunity to show up is not met, everything will be in vain.
Therefore, I like Mr. Chen Junde’s oil paintings very much. He is particularly fond of Chinese culture and has a deeper understanding of the spirit of Chinese art, so his oil paintings seem to be closer to the local connotation of China. He is very familiar with the origin of modern Western painting, but he pays more attention to the artistic spirit of Chinese culture. He deeply integrates the artistic spirit of Chinese culture into his creations, advocating nature and never being artificial. The exciting brushstrokes, strong color blocks, just the right structure, and the pure and pure rhyme are completely the fluctuation of the artist's life in a specific time and space, and are completely the accumulation of the artist's life consciousness. Let me say something a little extreme. The paintings painted by some painters nowadays are smooth and sweet. At first glance, they seem to be that way, but in fact they are unbearably vulgar. This is also a weakness that is difficult to avoid in rural areas. I think we should never paint to please anyone, to be praised by anyone, or to win a certain award. Any painting with an external purpose is not a pure painting. We should create with a sincere attitude, requiring ourselves to restrain impatience, remain sincere, and have sufficient dedication to the artistic ideals we admire in a rapidly changing and complex environment. The painter is like a devout religious believer. No matter when and where, no matter what good or bad circumstances, he will adhere to his artistic beliefs and make unremitting explorations for this purpose. I admire such artists with strong and independent personalities. I like to read their biographies, taste their works, and appreciate the joys and sufferings they have experienced. Don’t want it yet?
⑨ Have you ever learned to paint? In a few words, tell me about your experience in learning painting and your thoughts.
It’s hard to describe in one sentence! ! !
Pure-literary students won’t understand. Being able to sleep while standing is definitely not a joke. I don’t believe there are a few art students who have fallen asleep while standing while listening to lectures.