Now that he has become Nick's assistant, and the location for restoring the works is in the studio of the Versailles Museum, Fang Yi naturally obtained a staff pass. But the salary is not paid by the Versailles Museum, and now Nick becomes Fang Yi's
Boss, naturally this pass is temporary in nature.
Fang Yi was not unfamiliar with the Versailles Museum. Bi Yi had come here to copy the works of the master before. Of course, to say he was familiar with it was a bit too much. Fang Yi was familiar with the places where the paintings were hung, and he was so familiar with them.
You can find it with all your eyes.
Nick was discussing with his colleagues how to repair the paintings that had been sent to him, and was discussing the plan behind closed doors with several people also wearing white coats. As a young assistant, Fang Yi had nothing to do at the moment, and it was his first day in Versailles.
Not everyone can come in the work area of the museum, so naturally you have to look around to satisfy your curiosity.
As long as the door is open, Fang Yi will stop at the door and watch what others are doing. However, after seeing many offices, Fang Yi feels that the work here is a bit like a leisurely office in China. Some people are chatting and others are busy.
They are holding documents, and there are people surfing the Internet in the office. Anyway, they are doing everything!
Going around from the second floor to the third floor, Fang Yi finally saw some offices with easels and people painting oil paintings in the studio. Most of these people were copying works of art, and those in front of these people were also
It is an authentic work in the collection of the museum. Originally, Fang Yi
I still want to get close to the other person, but when I walk to the door of the other person's house, the people inside will smile at Fang Yi and say that you can't come in here or something. Of course, some people's tone is not so friendly, a bit stiff or...
Give me a cold face or something.
If you are not allowed in, then just stand at the door and take a look! Fang Yi thought so and did the same!
Finally, at the door of a studio, Fang Yi discovered a big surprise. There was no one in the studio. There was only an easel and a piece of work placed against the wall. He did not see the picture, but Fang Yi's
A brilliant name immediately popped into my mind: Henry Popile! The level is master level!
Fang Yi stood at the door and was stunned. He was very sure that there was no such master in his memory. In other words, this master was modern and these paintings were not familiar to others! Facing the name on the house plate,
Fang Yi knew that he had met a living master!
Master! Master! Such a sentence popped up in Fang Yi's mind. He couldn't help but lift his feet and walked inside. What else could he think about in his mind? Popile means trash can in French!
Standing in front of the painting, Fang Yi realized that this garbage can was not a garbage can at all. Just from the technique alone, Fang Yi was a few blocks away. There was a big tree painted on the canvas.
A simple tree, and it is completely realistic.
The whole big tree just grew stubbornly in the wilderness, with dark green leaves standing like steel needles. The mottled tree trunk looked green and powerful, and the whole big tree looked like a standing tree to Fang Yi.
In front of him, Fang Yi saw this unique sense of reality for the first time.
A feeling of conquering nature! The colors are so rich. It's just a tree, but countless colors are reflected in front of Fang Yi's eyes. The boundaries between the edge and the distant view are not as blurry as usual oil paintings, nor as blurry as Titian's.
It has a soft edge and is as hard as a sharp blade.
"Unparalleled greatness!" Fang Yi murmured in sincere admiration.
"Who let you in?" An old and angry voice reached Fang Yi's ears.
Looking up, Fang Yi saw a lean old man standing at the door, looking at him with an angry expression.
The old man looks like he is about sixty years old. He is very thin. He wears a white coat that is stained with oil paint and seems to have not been washed for half a year. He looks empty when he wears it. He is not taller than 1.65 meters.
It seems that they are not even that. There are a few short beards hanging on the chin. The long face cannot be described in a bad way, just one word: ugly! A pair of green bean-sized eyes, but they shine like knives, and now they are staring.
With Fang Yi.
Seeing this situation, Fang Yi quickly said: "I'm sorry! Are you Mr. Henry Bobile?".
"Are you blind?" Popile stretched out his short carrot-like fingers and tapped the name on the door: "Or are you so stupid that you don't know how to read?".
"I'm sorry!" Fang Yi said again: "I just can't help but want to see your painting! It's really great! Great work!" Fang Yi couldn't help but open his mouth to show his friendliness. Generally speaking, artists only need to
When someone praises their work, the color will always be a little more pleasant, and this usually works very well.
"Shit! I'm asking you, you son of a bitch, who let you in!" Popile didn't take Fang Yi's approach at all and just opened his mouth and roared.
As soon as he heard this, Fang Yi couldn't bear it no matter how good his temper was! He immediately lowered his face, and the smile on his face was forgotten: "Mr. Popile, I have already apologized! If
If you use language to insult and provoke me again, I don’t mind teaching you what it means to be polite!”.
Do you think you have the temper of an artist but I don’t? When you act kind, you are impatient to argue with others, but now that you are being insulted, if you are shrinking your head, then you have really become a turtle. Fang Yi
He doesn't want to cause trouble, but he is definitely not afraid of anything. At this time, Fang Yi has forgotten that the person standing in front of him is a great master! Don't say you are a great master, you are the King of Heaven, and Fang Yi doesn't mind going up and performing a full martial arts show!
Fang Yi's last words were not only cold, but also a little growling. The old man and the young just stared at each other. The old man had a standard temperament of an artist who doesn't like dogs.
Although the little thing is kind on the outside, he is full of arrogance and conceit in his heart. He knows that what is in front of him is a person.
He is a great master, but Fang Yi doesn’t mean to be too respectful. Originally he just wanted to communicate. At most, he wanted to pick up some clues, but it would be better to do some painting. Now that he has been insulted, how can he care about the person on the other side?
What a giant. Two people, one old and one young, stared at each other like two angry lions.
"Young man!" At this time, a man in his forties came from the room next to him. He stood at the door and waved to Fang Yi and said, "Come here! It's not good to make such a fuss!".
After listening to this man's words, Fang Yi raised his steps and walked out of the door.
As soon as Fang Yi walked out of the door, Henry Popile slammed the door shut, and a snap was heard far away in the corridor!
The person who called Fang Yi out patted Fang Yi on the back: "Don't go into his studio! No one likes him except himself!".
"Thank you!" Fang Yi said with a smile on his face.
"It's okay! Go and do your own business!" The man waved his hand to some people in the aisle who stretched their heads to look.
Fang Yi turned his head after hearing this, and then he saw heads sticking out of several nearby studios. It seems that the French people's habit of watching the excitement is similar to that in China!
After chatting with the rescuer for a few words, Fang Yi walked directly downstairs with a lot of annoyance. With this matter, how could Fang Yi continue shopping.
"Hi!" Just as Fang Yi walked down the stairs and wanted to return to Nick's studio, a voice saying hello suddenly came from behind.
As soon as Fang Yi turned his head, he saw a woman in her thirties standing a few feet away, holding a few folders in her hands and saying hello to him with a smile.
After thinking for a while, Fang Yi adjusted his mood and then said to the woman: "Hello! Clore!" This was the staff member Fang Yi got to know well when he was copying works in Versailles.
Kroll heard Fang Yi calling his name, and came over happily and gave Fang Yi a hug: "I didn't expect you to still remember my name!".
"Of course!" Fang Yi and Kroll hugged each other and replied: "I always remember beautiful girls very clearly!" This sentence is polite. It is a habit to praise a woman's beauty. Kroll's looks are good.
Average to above, not too beautiful but definitely not ugly.
This flattery made Kluoer very happy. He looked at the work badge hanging on Fang Yi and asked: "We have become colleagues?".
"I am currently working as an assistant to Mr. Gray in the restoration room, on a temporary basis!" Fang Yi explained to Clore: "It's my first time here today, and I'm getting familiar with the surrounding environment!".
"You don't look good! Why did something happen?" Kroll looked at Fang Yi and asked.
Fang Yi briefly told Kroll what happened.
Kroll laughed loudly after hearing this. Looking at Kroll's smiling face, Fang Yi felt a little unhappy and started to frown: "What's the problem?".
"It's not you who have a problem! It's Popile who has a problem!" As he spoke, Kroll drew on his head with his finger: "Everyone here dislikes him, but he is repairing Angel and
He was very good at some classical works. If he hadn't been talented in this area, he would have been kicked out long ago!"
"This is the first time I have met such a person!" Fang Yi sighed and said. Even Fang Yi himself did not expect to meet an artist with such a bad temper. This was also the first time he met the lively master.
After calming down, Fang Yi said: "But he is very good at painting!".
"Who knows!" Kroll showed some disdain on his face: "Who can bear his temper? I heard that more than ten years ago he not only scolded his agent, but also scolded the gallery he signed.
I changed galleries several times. At that time, I openly ridiculed my sponsors in newspapers, saying that they were clowns who didn’t understand art. The only thing they knew and did well was to take off a woman’s pants! In the end, no one could stand him.
Because of his temper, no one is willing to sign him anymore! And no one is willing to buy his paintings anymore!”
Fang Yi was stunned after hearing this: "There are still people who seek death like this?" If you don't seek death, you won't die. No wonder this old guy is not famous. It turns out that no one wants to push him anymore! (To be continued...)