There were low-pitched discussions everywhere, and exclamations kept coming and going.
Many people who came here today are not used to attending art exhibitions, and this is an art exhibition that charges 50 yuan for admission. They just know that there are Han Qi's works here, so they stop by to support them, and they might still be able to come here.
I saw Han Qi.
Compared to concert tickets that cost several hundred yuan each, fifty-one is so cheap that it’s free.
However, at this price, they were prepared not to be able to see Han Qi on site.
Han Qi really didn't show up from the beginning to the end, just like an ordinary person who came in to appreciate the paintings, walking slowly from beginning to end... What makes people feel uncomfortable is that because there are too many people coming in today, Tang Hong prepared in advance
All the good snacks are gone.
It cannot be said that the preparations were insufficient. Tang Hong's gallery is prominent in the art district due to its location and area, and has held many art exhibitions before.
But I have never seen so many people at one time.
If the scene here was photographed and posted on the Internet, no one would think it was a high-end art exhibition, and probably 99 out of 100 people would think it was a party.
Tang Hong knew that Han Qi hadn't had breakfast yet, so he brought him two meal replacement breads from the office.
Han Qi tore open the package and said, "This is not the butter bread you prepared."
"Those things have been taken away by people outside a long time ago," Tang Hong smiled bitterly and shook his head, "What you are eating are the snacks my wife put here, otherwise there would be nothing to eat in the gallery now."
Han Qi nodded and asked Del where they had gone.
Whether the gallery was big or not, he had already walked around but didn't see these two people.
"The two of them felt that there were too many people and were not used to the atmosphere, so they went out. They should be drinking coffee somewhere outside the gallery now, right?"
Xu Yanmei attaches great importance to this art exhibition. This is her first stop when she returns to China to become famous. She will definitely not go back to the hotel on the first day. It seems that it is really possible to look at the gallery entrance not far away.
of excitement.
Not to mention Dale, Han Qi himself felt that there were too many people.
Tang Hong said with emotion: "I feel that the ticket price is too low. Not to mention those two paintings of yours, just any painting taken out in the hall is worth tens of millions. I'd say charge two hundred yuan."
It’s no problem to pay for the tickets.”
"Sister Xu is not someone who is short of money. What she values is popularity."
A person who can spend fifty yuan to see an art exhibition is so cruel that he can't spend a thousand yuan to buy a painting?
Don't look at the flowers in Dell Gallery, which easily cost millions of euros. That's the ceiling of the gallery. How can you find such good paintings in ordinary galleries? A good-looking painting only costs a few thousand yuan. If you want to customize it, it only costs a few thousand yuan.
It takes ten to twenty thousand.
Xu Yanmei plans to open a gallery in this art district, targeting the people who come to the art exhibition these days.
Han Qi ate two pieces of bread and went out looking for a milk straw.
There were still a lot of people in the gallery hall. Before the people who had gathered in front of Han Qi's paintings had dispersed, another group came in.
When there was really no other way, Tang Hong signaled his staff to remind those who had been in the gallery for an hour. The other paintings were okay, but everyone left after just one look, and they couldn't take pictures, which didn't mean anything to them.
No.
Han Qi's two paintings were unexpected. Apart from this gallery, they had never seen such distinctive works anywhere else.
After looking at it twice, Han Qi walked out of the gallery.
After half an hour of low-key visit, he already felt confident.
There is no way it could fail.
It seems that oil paintings that are successful abroad can also be appreciated by audiences at home.
As soon as you come out of the gallery, you can see two milk tea shops and a coffee shop.
Han Qi walked into this cafe.
Del doesn't like milk tea, so if they stay in this art district, they will definitely sit in this cafe.
I walked up to the second floor and took a look, and sure enough.
Dai Er and Xu Yanmei were both there, and two people were sitting opposite them.
Han Qi went over to say hello, took a chair from the table next to him, sat down, and said, "You guys sit here and don't talk to me, otherwise I would come up too. After all, it's still a bit lively inside and I'm not used to it.
"
Xu Yanmei laughed and said: "Really, I thought you liked it very much? Let me introduce to you, this is the famous painter Mr. Wang Zhongwei, and this beautiful lady is Shi Qin, a teacher at Yanjing Academy of Fine Arts.
"
Han Qi took off his hat and mask and said enthusiastically: "Hello, I'm Han Qi. I thought you had a very good temperament when I was waiting in line. I guessed it right, you are in the painting industry."
Both of them shook hands with Han Qi.
"Are you...the one behind us in the queue?" Shi Qin asked.
"Yes."
Wang Zhongwei said with a smile: "This is fate. It turns out that we should have known each other a long time ago. It also saved me from going to Miss Xu to ask for your contact information. I had to pay for several meals before she agreed to introduce me to you.
.”
"Then what?" Han Qi was curious.
Shi Qin smiled and spread his hands: "Then you will come."
"Ha ha."
It seems that there is indeed a lot of connection.
A waiter in maid uniform came up and asked Han Qi what he wanted.
"Besides coffee, is there anything to eat?"
"There are pizza, burgers, cookies..."
She listed several things to eat in succession, but most of them were desserts.
Han Qi pursed his lips and thought for a while.
"Forget it, give me an espresso."
He decided to find a place to eat stir-fry for a while. In foreign countries, he might have made do with it, but in China, Han Qi didn't want to treat his taste badly. He always felt that a tongue that can taste countless flavors is a gift from God to mankind.
The most precious gift.
Wang Zhongwei wanted to discuss his ideas and methods of oil painting with Han Qi. The birth of a new genre does not happen overnight and requires the support of countless painters.
If Han Qi is the only one who knows how to paint that effect and no one else can learn it, then there will be no new school. When Han Qi passes away a hundred years later, all his works will be collectively called the Han Qi school and labeled with his
Personal mark.
While the two were discussing, several women were also listening carefully.
They are all people in this industry, two of them are gallery owners and one is a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. They value Han Qi's two paintings even more than the painter.
Even if an ordinary painter never knows Han Qi all his life, these two paintings will have no impact on them.
But teachers are different from gallery owners. They have to be at the forefront of the times.
At least when students ask questions, they won't be left speechless. Moreover, this is a discussion with Han Qi himself present, and they can also understand the deeper things in Han Qi's paintings.
For example, why is Han Qi's second painting so beautiful?
Because at that time Han Qi was lonely and very empty in his heart. Expressing loneliness in beautiful scenes is a technique often used in Japanese paintings.
"The Europeans are right. In terms of color, you are ahead of everyone else. I even think you have discovered a new color."
This is Wang Zhongwei's feeling as a well-known painter, but the fact is that today's color spectrum is incomplete in Han Qi's eyes.
Some colors can be seen with the naked eye, while some colors require some equipment to be seen.
But to be honest, there is no electronic device in reality that can truly match the human eye, and no matter how complex the device is, it is not as complex as the human brain.
It is estimated that no one has ever seen the world in Han Qi's eyes.
To him, it felt like the whole world was filled with astigmatism and he was the only one with normal eyes.
