There is an iron rule in the world of painting: everything can be painted, except the human body.
Because paintings can eat people. Drawing on paper is a technique, drawing on skin is a curse.
The last thing Lin Quan drew before traveling through time was an eyeless crow, and the first thing he drew after traveling through time was a sandpit that swallows people. He exchanged tattoos for steamed buns on the black market, used focus perspective to deceive ancient formations, and knocked on the doors of the seven major schools with the sentence "Where do you dare to tattoo?"
Yan Zhenqing held an iron ruler to measure his bones and said that his paintings were boneless and that he was incontinent. Bai Wuxia wiped his skin with a brush, saying that his paintings were too full and were polluted.
Lin Quan said that the frame of the painting is set by people, but I insist on painting outside the frame - painting on the bones, painting on the soul, and painting under the skin of the world.
As he got more and more tattoos, Lin Quan found that he was getting "thinner". It's not thin, it's two-dimensional. His skin had the texture of rice paper, his blood became as astringent as pine smoke ink, and when his heart beat, there was a rustling sound of a brush rubbing against paper between his ribs.
And those tattoos on his body such as "Wine is Coming", "Cold River Snow", and the jackdaw that can never finish its eyes are slowly taking over his body temperature.
When the Eraser was about to activate the Great Blank and wash all living beings into blank scrolls, Lin Quan took off his shirt during the Fei Bai Ceremony.
There is no white space on him.
There is only one picture, of the human world that is growing flesh and blood.
