Han Qi saw Jack when he got off the train in Bergen. He was smoking at the exit, next to the trash can.
Seeing Han Qi coming out, he pushed aside the people in front and came over, saying, "Mr. Han, you're finally here. Did you have a good rest on the road?"
"It's okay." Han Qi nodded, and then said, "Then let's go directly. How's it going at the gallery?"
"A lot of people are waiting at the door." Jack led Han Qi to the parking lot and said, "Some of them are customers who came here after reading the boss's blog, and there are also some old customers who like to visit the gallery. I heard that there is one today.
The paintings that the deputy boss likes very much are going to be exhibited, and he is waiting for the gallery to open at three o'clock."
"Excuse me."
Han Qi was really sorry. He could have arrived in Bergen early, but unfortunately he didn't see it clearly at the time, so he took a very slow train and took more than ten hours to get here.
No long-distance bus is this slow.
Jack drove relatively steadily, and Han Qi saw that his expression was not so anxious.
That's good.
He was worried about causing trouble for Dale.
They arrived at the gallery before two o'clock. There were five or six people in suits chatting at the main entrance of the gallery, not to mention the side entrance. There was no one. Seeing such a deserted look, Han Qi suddenly became less nervous.
Han Qi thought that there would be many people waiting for him when Dale called him in the morning and the scene that Jack just described. Now it’s good. There are only a few people. If they are interested in his paintings, Han Qi can still chat with them.
Have a chat.
If dozens of people really come to see Han Qi's flowers, he still won't get used to it.
Walk through the side door to Dale's office.
The door of Dale's office is open, and she is playing on the computer. She is wearing the same style as yesterday, and she is very handsome.
I heard from Jack that Del is already over 40, but I can't tell at all.
"You're here." Dale stood up and smiled happily. He picked up a framed picture frame from the wall and placed it on the table facing Han Qi. "Look at this picture. What do you think?
Sample?"
This picture frame is very thick. The wooden drawing board holds the work "Daytime", and it is covered with a layer of glass. There should be about two centimeters in between. It is like putting Han Qi's painting into a delicate glass box.
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"It's very beautiful, even more beautiful than when I brought it over yesterday," Han Qi said.
He really felt that the painting was different today. After it was put into this frame, it was like something originally worthless was put into a box worth thousands of gold. The box increased the value of the item itself.
And with this layer of glass, Han Qi felt that the painting could reflect light under the light.
The colors of this painting were originally very bright, but now they are even more vivid.
Dale said happily:
"Your paintings are of high quality, and they look so beautiful when matched with our frames. I'm glad you can come over. I think many people will come to see your paintings soon, and many of them are long-term customers of the store.
You have great purchasing power, do you need me to introduce it to you?"
Han Qi thinks there are only a few people, no need to introduce them, right?
I can still listen to their comments on my paintings. If Dale introduces me to them, I guess even if they have any opinions on their paintings, they will not raise them in front of me as a painter.
If you need to present yourself, it's good to introduce yourself.
So Han Qi refused.
"No, Ms. Dale. In fact, I feel very uneasy now. This is the first time that my work has been exhibited by the public, and this is the first time in your gallery, surrounded by paintings by masters. I just hope to wait.
You won’t be scolded badly later.”
"You are very good, and your painting is also very good. Young man, you must have confidence."
Although Han Qi's current painting method is still a bit immature, it depends on who he is compared with. If compared with ordinary painters, Han Qi's painting can beat many ordinary painters even without coloring, but it is still
Even if he fails to achieve perfection in a certain aspect, as long as Han Qi can always mix such magical colors, he is a master. This must be acknowledged even if Picasso, Leonardo da Vinci and others are resurrected.
Since the time hadn't come yet, Dell asked Han Qi to sit in the office and wait for a while.
Han Qi went out and looked at the paintings for a while.
There is another floor upstairs in this gallery, with a total of three floors. There are no particularly valuable works on the first floor after entering through the gate, but there are many trophies, which are slightly crowded and fill the entire cabinet. There are also many photos of famous figures in the gallery.
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Han Qi focused on those Asians.
There are many people in the entertainment industry, mainly because Han Qi thinks they look familiar.
With Kimura Takuya and his wife, Kitano Takeshi, etc., the oil painting atmosphere in the island country is quite good.
I found a Sun Li in the Chinese entertainment circle, and judging from the date, she actually came here last year.
Then I looked further and actually saw the Great Bear Emperor in one place.
Damn it, Dale’s gallery is so awesome?
Although I knew her gallery was the best in Norway, I never expected that so many celebrities would visit.
I went upstairs to continue chatting with Dale. I didn’t see anyone on the second floor. I found her when I went up to the third floor. Dale was directing two employees to hang the painting "Daytime". It is one of the best places on the third floor.
As long as guests go up to the third floor, they can see it directly.
On both sides of Han Qi's painting, one is a 18-year-old work by the German painter Merlin Mu. The other is not an oil painting, but a print. The painting is a place that Han Qi is very familiar with, China.
But it’s not China in modern society, but the past. Looking at the introduction, this is a work by the British painter Elizabeth in 1899. So this painting should show the period in the late Qing Dynasty. And it does not show the messiness of China.
It's a more prosperous market.
Dale introduced:
"Ms. Elizabeth gave this painting to my great-grandfather before she passed away, and we have kept it ever since. It belongs to my family's collection and is only for exhibition and not for sale. In fact, there are many paintings on the third floor that will not be sold for the time being.
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Han Qi understood, but also said: "This painting is very beautiful, isn't it?"
Dale nodded and said: "It's very beautiful, so I also went to China twenty years ago, but... at that time, China gave me a very ordinary feeling."
"If you go there again, the feeling will be very different."
Twenty years ago, which must have been more than ninety years ago, I don’t know where Del went.
"If you go now, you will probably feel very different."
Dale looked at the print and said to Han Qi:
"I might not have thought this way before, but you showed up, so now I think it's not impossible to go again. I happen to know a friend from China who has been committed to holding Nordic art exhibitions in China for several years. I mentioned it to her
You, maybe she will contact you in the near future."
"It's an art exhibition, but I don't have any extra paintings."
Han Qi expressed that he was helpless.
His immediate plan is to paint the sunset scene he saw yesterday.
But that is undoubtedly a relatively long process.
Han Qi felt that it would definitely not be completed within a month, so even if the person Dale mentioned wanted to open a painting exhibition and found her, Han Qi would have nothing to give her. Anyway, let’s talk about this later. What does this person look like?
Han Qi doesn't know yet, maybe they won't come looking for him yet.
Time passed quickly while chatting with the intellectual woman, and soon the assistant came over to tell them that three o'clock had arrived.
Dale said: "Then open the door. It's time to let them see your excellence, Han."
Han Qi smiled and nodded, but he pinched and released his hands where no one saw him, using this method to constantly relieve the tension deep in his heart... What the hell, how could he not be worried? Han Qi had never stood in front of him before.
I've been in this position before.
The songs he sings have been evaluated by countless people, but those are on music software.
Even if he performs on the street, he is the only one performing, and there are no big-name singers around him. But now, he is surrounded by the works of famous painters such as Merin Mu, Emile, and Elizabeth.
Even if I didn’t know these people before, I got to know them through chatting with Dale and searching on the Internet. They are all top painters in modern society. A single painting can sell for tens of millions.
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This is still when they are alive. When they die, won't it be easy to double the painting tenfold?
Han Qi glanced down from the window.
???
this?
Thick crowds of people on the street came out of various places such as cafes and restaurants, and gathered at the entrance of the gallery on the first floor as if they had entered a funnel. From a glance, there were sixty or seventy people, and it was not clear whether they had finished coming.
Although the time is now three o'clock, the door is not open yet.
There must be some smart people hiding somewhere, wanting to wait until everyone is gone before coming to visit.
What is the concept of seventy people getting together?
If this was a street concert, Han Qi would have to consider whether to leave early if there were more than 50 people, and if there were 70 people lining up to enter, the queue would go straight to the corner of the street... This is a gallery that charges money, you guys?
Do you want to be so enthusiastic?
Dale also saw this scene and said to the assistant: "Let's just go with these people first. It's not good if there are too many people. First make sure that the gallery won't feel crowded, and then let them in after people leave."
"OK."
When the assistant walked downstairs, Dell said softly: "I didn't expect the publicity to be so effective."
"What?" Han Qi asked.
"I'm talking about publicity effect. Yesterday I posted on Twitter, saying that I invited a talented painter, and his work achieved a color revolution that no one has achieved for many years." Dale suddenly laughed, as if he was much younger again.
As old as age.
She patted Han Qi's arm: "Come on!"
come on?
Han Qi was so nervous that he rubbed his hands together.
I was already very nervous, and now I was told such a thing.
This is putting me on the fire.
Han Qi had already heard the sound, and those people were walking to the third floor. Since the people who came here only after seeing Dale’s tweet, they must have been to this gallery, and they know that new works are usually displayed on the third floor.
It will take about a year to apply varnish before it is put on sale.
Del looked at Han Qi with questioning eyes, and Han Qi immediately took two steps back.
Come on, just pretend I don't exist.
He wanted to wait and see what the audience thought of his painting before considering whether to tell them that he was the creator of the painting.
If the review is not good, then why not just go back to China to practice martial arts?
Then I will stop participating in such galleries or art exhibitions and other activities, and just paint and appreciate it myself. One day I will get the talent for painting, and then I will become a famous painter. Before that, I can just paint and appreciate it myself.
The first guest who came up was a Mediterranean uncle.
Looks thirty to forty years old.
She was very young, and I didn’t see any wrinkles anyway, but it was too pitiful to have such a hairstyle at such a young age. Han Qi was distracted and thought, what should he do if he becomes like this in the future? It will definitely not be like this directly.
When you go out, even if you shave your head completely, you will still be more handsome than the Mediterranean.
"Dale? You are here."
"Well, Mr. Scodali, you go shopping around first, and I'll go back to the office first."
Skodali quickly stopped Dale and asked, "Don't leave yet. I came here because of your blog. You must first tell me where the painting you mentioned is."
"Isn't this it?" Dale pointed to the side.
It is originally placed in a more conspicuous position on the third floor. As long as you go upstairs, you will be attracted by this painting at the first moment.
But the first thing people who came to the third floor saw was not the painting, but Del, so many people subconsciously ignored the things around them. It wasn't until Del pointed it out that everyone looked at where Del was pointing.
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Reflective!
Skodali first saw the sun at the top of the painting and thought it was the reflection of the sun. When he got closer, he realized that it was all painted with paint and was a sun hanging in the sky.
How do you achieve such bright colors with paint?
As we all know, the pigments used in paintings are always slightly different from reality, and even masters cannot perfectly restore the colors of reality. This sun definitely represents the real sun.
Under the sun is a bustling commercial street with a strong modern flavor and classical lines, but the colors are extremely bold. In some places, it even goes beyond the expression of the lines, but this is not a mistake. Instead, the colors are used to express a deeper meaning.
meaning.
The only dark color is the traveler on the right side of the picture.
The audience thinks this person is a traveler in their mind, because he is carrying a very tall travel bag, which blocks half of his body and only his feet can be seen.
The people on the street are bright and colorful, but their expressions are indifferent, and everyone is lonely.
At this time, the only contrast brought out the traveler.
Although it expresses dark colors, black, and shadows.
But everyone who saw this painting felt that if they could see the front of this traveler, he would be happy, free, and unrestrained.
Dale smiled and walked out of the crowd.
"How is it?" she asked quietly.
Han Qi nodded imperceptibly, looking at more and more people who were stunned, amazed, and disbelieving after seeing his paintings. There was a force in his heart that seemed to break out, and the nervousness turned into excitement and pride.
He opened his lips slightly and spoke softly, as if he was answering Dale, but he was speaking in Chinese.
