Essay on art in 400 words! Hurry, hurry!

Sketch. Suddenly, I fell in love with sketching, and those old tones, spread in black and white, always evoking my pale memories.

I am accustomed to finding beauty in black and white, layers of tones, accustomed to the interlacing vertical and horizontal lines blending with each other, and finally formed the most beautiful graticule in my mind, and I am used to the black, white, and gray that I never get tired of seeing. The layers are clear, and my heart is also calm. I think I like the elegance of sketching, plain, unassuming, like a shy flower blooming quietly in some unknown corner.

What kind of magic is the ** composed of these lines, the white composed of black? They always remind me of a lot of black and white ** stories, let me open the memory that has been buried for many years, maybe it has long been rotten and unbearable, but the rotten wreckage is still inscribed, they have been here and have been proud.

I like the faint fragrance of the pencil, and I often use the gel pen in the days, and occasionally pick up the pencil to regain the memories of the past, and I can't put it down, like a warming machine, warm and eternal. The faded green paint on the pencil shaft is a testament to my small brilliance. Suddenly, a beam of light came, forming a cluster of white light at the interface of black and white, like a photo, a corner was missing, only the dazzling white remained, and the endless white was distressing.

I guess that blank may have been a matter of a moment. But it will become an eternal spot in the sun, a spot of recorded happiness.

I like to use a pencil to draw a variety of colors and feelings. They appear uniform but not monotonous. Those color changes appear so harmonious, neat, and intriguing.

I remembered Liang Ying's "Sadness in G Major", and the black and white lines may be the sadness that is about to leave, and it is gradually drifting away, so the lines of my pen begin to speak. Tell the stories of those old and faded millions of years ago, and those who were once washed away by the torrent of time. This black, white and gray may be the calm and dazzling after the passage of time.

Every scar is reflected brilliantly.

With a husky pencil, I lightly understate my youth, even if the lines are dim or pale, it is always like a string that does not break, softly singing about our little world. The intricate and scattered lines, composed of black and white or intertwined pictures, are sprinkled with happiness, reflecting the scratches of the passage of time, beautiful and shocking. Scribbling the dark side with a pencil always made me feel that something was gradually deepening, so the more I painted, the clearer it became, and gradually, as if a story that had been sealed for thousands of years broke through the ground in an instant.

As it has always been, it has not changed.

In fact, each of us has not changed, but the time has been missed, and I still love the time of black, white and gray, as simple and clean as we are.

Probably not good, hope.

Write about someone you like, write about his art, why do you like him, and what inspiration does he give you? Do you want to learn from him in the future? For example, my favorite artist is Qi Baishi.

He is a native of Xiangtan, Hunan Province, a master of Chinese painting in the 20th century, one of the top ten calligraphers of the 20th century, one of the top ten painters of the 20th century, and a world cultural celebrity. His painting skills are very good, how good is it? The Spanish master Picasso said:

I don't dare to go to your China, because there is a Qi Baishi in China. "He was a great painter of the East! "This famous foreign painter applauded him, can he paint poorly?

Not only did he paint well, but he was also very patriotic. During the Anti-Japanese War, Xuan Tiewu, the commander of the Beiping puppet police and the head of the big spy, celebrated his birthday and forced him to paint. Everyone was full of praise, and Xuan Tiewu was even more happy.

Unexpectedly, Qi Baishi added another line of words next to him: "Look at how long you are crossing", and then write "General Tiewu". After that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

This is my favorite Qi Baishi, an artist with both virtue and art. Okay?

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An unforgettable art festival.

I once went to a meeting that made me extremely unforgettable to perform in the Xinghai ** Hall, and the performance of that ** meeting was like a stroke of genius, and everyone who came would feel that the trip was worthwhile.

That evening, my parents and I came to the Xinghai Hall with great interest to enjoy a New Year's party performed by the China Symphony Orchestra. Stepping into the ** hall, there were many listeners, but the audience was almost silent, and everyone seemed to be waiting for the high-profile prologue of the ** meeting. Probably because of the environment, we sat down in the same silence after finding our position.

The quiet audience finally erupted in a thunderous applause, and the Chinese artists took the stage in applause - the ** meeting began! What we never expected was that the first piece played by the artists was the masterpiece of Beethoven, a famous German pianist and household name: "Symphony of Destiny"!

Although this is a melody that I am very familiar with, this is the first time I have enjoyed this famous Beethoven song at the ** meeting. As soon as I started playing, I was wandering through Beethoven's time: I saw Beethoven working so hard to compose music that he forgot to sleep or eat.

**Transitioned to a heavier section, I saw Beethoven's bumpy fate, his hearing began to weaken at the age of 26, and he became deaf in his later years, but he still insisted on composing music and contributing to the world. At this moment, I almost shed tears of emotion.

In addition to the "Symphony of Destiny", "Colonel Poki's March" is also one of the highlights of this ** meeting. "Colonel Pokey's March" is a fantasy: I seem to have seen the scene I dreamed of:

The American cowboy rode a horse, threw a rope noose, wore a red shirt and leather jacket, and wore a cowboy hat, galloping in the desert, running through the yellow sand sky, showing the fierceness and toughness of the cowboy.

This ** meeting has suddenly become a hobby that I can't give up.

Children, self-reliance is king...

The downstairs is full of plagiarism.