Fang Yi was also a little cautious about visiting the Painters' Square. He was wondering if he could still meet an unlucky guy like Grigory! Although he told Fang Yi in his heart that he would never meet such a person again.
The possibility is too small! But people always have
Such a bad nature has a natural interest in things that can be obtained for nothing. It is like someone spending two yuan to buy a lottery ticket and imagining that he will win five million! Fang Yi can be regarded as winning the lottery once, but deep down he still feels
Thinking about winning the second time!
With such a mood, Fang Yi and Beronica started walking around Painters' Square, also known as Xiaoqiu Square by some.
Fang Yi felt a little disappointed while walking around. Not to mention the names that popped into his head, he just looked at them with his naked eyes. He looked at more than a dozen so-called artist stalls in a row and shook his head! In his heart,
Li shouted: What kind of thing are you painting? Although there were more than ten stalls passing by,
There are seven or eight people painting portraits for tourists. To ordinary people, the paintings of these stall artists look very similar, but from Fang Yi's professional perspective, what these people paint is really nothing!
Anyway, after looking at a dozen or so of them, the ones with the best painting skills have reached the level of an average sophomore stone art student!
"Sorry! No photos of my paintings are allowed!".
Fang Yi just scanned the stalls and heard someone say this. He raised his head and looked at a stall a few meters away. The tall white man in front of the stall was waving his hand to a tourist holding a camera and said
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After taking a look at this man's painting, Fang Yi thought: This man's painting is not bad! Anyway, it is the cripple who chooses the general. This man's painting is much better than what he saw before! It kind of means that!
Seeing Fang Yi looking at other stall owners, Beronica explained in a low voice: "Some people don't like others to take pictures because they are afraid that some colleagues will plagiarize their ideas!".
Fang Yi, who had been a little bit positive about this person just now, immediately put a smile on his face and shook his head gently. He didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart: Are you afraid of plagiarism if you draw like this?
Do others think that they don’t die quickly enough?
After looking at a few more stalls, Fang Yi turned to Veronica beside him and said, "Let's find a place to eat and paint and hang out!" Fang Yi felt very disappointed along the way! The stalls here were set up.
What are their standards? To put it in a pleasant way, these people are like the portraits of domestic painters. Although a painting only costs twenty or thirty euros, and the income is really meager, even this price seems high to Fang Yi.
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There are a few people who set up stalls on the streets of the square who meet Fang Yi's requirements in terms of age. Those in their sixties or seventies seem to be unable to spend time with someone as young as himself. However, you have this age, so you can take the paintings.
What's the use of not taking action! After looking at these dozen or twenty stalls, Fang Yi's originally high-spirited interest disappeared by half! The thought of catching another Gregorian disappeared almost without a trace.
Beronica took Fang Yi directly to a small restaurant nearby, and the two ordered something to fill their stomachs. After filling a little something, the two sat on a chair on the street, eating ice cream and chatting.
"Fang! You look a little disappointed!" Beronica looked at Fang Yi and said.
Fang Yi nodded and sighed and said, "I thought I could find some unique artists here. Who knew!" After saying this, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Beronica looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile: "There have been so many art masters here, but that was the beginning of the twentieth century, and now it has become a tourist attraction! Look around now, where are you?
What kind of natural landscape are we talking about? If nothing else, it’s this place
The rent has increased countless times compared to before! Lautrec even painted posters for the Moulin Rouge at that time. How can these artists who set up stalls have such opportunities now? To put it bluntly, most of these people can only be counted as hands-on.
An entertainer. Not an artist!".
After that, Beronica and Fang Yi introduced what this place looked like in the early 20th century. It was a small village on the outskirts of Paris. At that time, there was not even the Sacred Heart Cathedral. There were also vineyards, fields, orchards and farmland.
Things, now, there is nothing left, and it has become like this, how can it still attract modern artists who respect nature!
"Yes!" Fang Yi laughed after thinking about it for a moment. In the past, poor masters gathered here because the cost of living here was low. After painting, they could go to the now-famous Lingmen Bar to have a drink with friends.
Let’s exchange creative inspirations and artistic pursuits! Where is the Lingtu Bar that poor painters can afford to drink every day?
The former Lingwu Bar. Young Picasso and his friends were very popular with the boss because they did not cause trouble and were very lively. Here, these young artists could sit there all night with half a bottle of beer and a plate of sausages to go with the wine!
Where can such a good thing exist now?
Let’s take the laundry boat as an example. The laundry boat was originally the building of a small piano factory. Later, it was bought by a businessman. The middle of the factory was separated by wooden boards to form several studios for rent to poor artists. That’s it.
houses, young artists also tend to
Like ducks, they came one after another! The young Picasso spent his "pink period" and "blue period" in such a house. "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon" was also completed here. At the same time, the old Picasso and Finan
Ti's passionate love affair also took place in such a wooden house.
But now, let’s not talk about the Lingtu Bar. Fang Yi has never gone in. An iron general has locked the door at the door, and the laundry boat has disappeared! In a corner of a city, tourists can be seen everywhere.
It is difficult to attract truly poor and nature-loving artists anymore.
Even when it comes to creation, it is not acceptable for Fang Yi to set up a stall and paint all day long. It has nothing to do with the artist's dignity! It's about limiting himself to
In this small space, you will feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable! Others give you
For twenty or thirty euros, you just stop painting for others, repeating this work day after day, year after year, so what else is there to create? Even if Fang Yi can immerse himself in the studio, that's because the studio
Although the space is small, the sense of freedom of freely swaying on one's own canvas is still there.
The two chatted while eating, starting from Montrec and talking about Van Gogh, Pissarro and Picasso. The two young people kept exchanging their views on Impressionism, Post-Impressionism, Cubism and other painting styles.
Fang Yi had a smile on his face, sometimes listening, and sometimes expressing objections or approvals. Beronica talked about his own opinions, and then tried to interpret some famous works from the life and personality of the artists.
The two of them just sat on the chairs on the roadside of the cafe and talked passionately about art. The sun slowly moved from the top of their heads towards the horizon, and the parasols above their heads could no longer block the sun. The sun engulfed the two of them.
Their figures were cast onto the gray brick road. As time went on, their figures became more and more slender! The sunlight also became more golden, shining on Beronica's smiling face.
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The golden light is slightly tinged with orange, reflecting off Beronica's cheeks. The fine, almost invisible velvet sweat gland hairs on her face slightly cast a faint light and shadow on the outer contour.
At this moment, along with Beronica's smile, everything naturally caught Fang Yi's eyes.
This girl is so beautiful! Fang Yi said this in his heart.
"Let's go back after some shopping! It's not a good thing to stay here too late. The security here is not good! In addition, I have to help my friends buy some decorative paintings!" Beronica looked at her wrist.
He said to Fang Yi while holding the watch on his wrist.
Fang Yi nodded and said with a smile: "Okay!".
Returning to the street again, Fang Yi's slight depression had disappeared.
"Wearing sunglasses at this time, can this person see the colors on his canvas clearly?" Fang Yi looked at an 'artist' not far away and turned to whisper to Beronica next to him.
The dress of this 'artist' is really artistic. Although you have just touched the little tail of the evening at this time, but you have sunglasses stuck on your face, are you doing it for pictures or showing off? Not to mention the sunglasses, this person is wearing
It's quite weird. In such a hot weather, you are wearing a T-shirt with a black and white tie loosely wrapped around your neck.
What a neat scarf! One end of the scarf is hung behind the back and the other is hung on the chest. You say you keep it to wipe sweat. It looks quite neat. If not, is it for you to wipe sweat? Is it possible for you to be like this in such a hot weather?
From time to time, Paris Fashion Week will let you walk on the catwalk! Fang Yi doesn’t understand what this forty-year-old white man wants to do!
"Maybe he can see it!" After hearing Fang Yi's words, Beronica couldn't help but smile and replied softly.
After looking at dozens of artist's stalls, Fang Yi and Beronica went back again, this time to look around the small gallery next to them. After walking around the gallery, they happened to go to the tram along the exit at the other end.
Take the car directly downstairs to pick up the car and take it home.
Originally, Fang Yi was prepared to sweep them all away, but Beronica became interested and stopped to take a look when passing by these small galleries, and carefully helped her friend pick out paintings.
The small galleries here are generally not big, just like a single room with an open door. The inside is like a domestic small commodity market stall, filled with large and small paintings. The things here are very cheap, and the most expensive ones are
What Fang Yi saw was only about eighty euros. Compared with this place, Fang Yi understood the teacher's words, and the paintings of newcomers sold for more than six hundred euros, which was indeed very good.
While Beronica was walking around, Fang Yi followed him in, looking at the paintings around him with his head open, and then listening to Beronica negotiating with the shop owner.
After talking for a minute or two, Beronica and the fat white female boss agreed on a price and took a painting. Seeing this situation, Fang Yi naturally turned around and was about to go out. With such a glance, his mind
A name popped up.
Fang Yi was not prepared at all. He was stunned for a moment and then turned his eyes again. He stared blankly at one of the several paintings hanging on the top of the door. The painting was outstanding both in terms of technique and color style.
There is nothing I can do. The style is obviously a copy of Menzel's landscape paintings, and the imitation is very painful!
"Is there a ghost? Menzel?" Fang Yi couldn't help but mutter in his heart. How could it be Menzel with such poor painting? (To be continued...)