This silent man is none other than Lao Yu, who is squatting at home in Suzhou surfing the Internet. He is also the one who repainted Fang Yi's triptych oil painting on wood. This man painted according to Fang Yi's original work and modified it. Of course he was very impressed!
It doesn’t matter if I don’t think deeply about it! When I was drawing according to the original work, Fang Yi’s painting was right in front of me, and some parts were actually paintings rather than paintings! Because my skills were far behind Fang Yi’s at that time! At that time,
While painting, I was thinking about Sun Chengfu, who doesn’t understand art at all!
Although he realized the power of Fang Yi's technique, Lao Yu didn't take it seriously. He is a domestic oil painter! Everyone knows what his status is in the world. Even if Fang Yi can make a name for himself internationally, conservative
It is estimated that he will be in his forties. Even if Fang Yi becomes famous by then, he may also be in the dirt.
Now the facts are before our eyes. Fang Yi has become famous at the age of twenty-three. He stole the show at the Venice Biennale, and the foreign devils even admitted that he and his friends founded a new painting school? This guy is really incredible.
!One of the founders of a painting school, and when his works are brought to China, just because of his title recognized by the foreign devils, he can make some rich locals dig into their pockets!
Lao Yu, who has been watching the domestic art scene for decades, is not like the young people in the circle, who would trade a painting for a house or something. If the old man has a painting in his hand now, he must hold it with peace of mind and wait for the domestic auction house.
action!
"Is the Fang Yi you're talking about from Shicheng Art Institute? A student of Liu Hongshuo?" Lao Yu stretched out his two-finger Zen typing method and spent a minute and a half on the keyboard to type out a line of words.
"Of course it's that one! Who else can it be?" A line of words jumped out immediately.
After seeing this line of writing, Lao Yu finally confirmed that who they were talking about was the Fang Yi he knew. Looking at the keys on the keyboard, Lao Yu typed for a few minutes before typing: Then
Classmate, tell your friend not to rush to sell Yi’s paintings. The first thing to sell is the touchstone, wait and see! The house is not going anywhere! Don’t look at the rapid rise in housing prices, there will definitely be no works by him
It’s going up fast, so let your friends save first.
Lao Yu, who was squatting in the jar, really said something honest this time. In terms of experience and understanding of the domestic market, Lao Yu is not comparable to these young guys. Even if he wants to sell, he has to wait for the domestic market.
Let’s talk about collectors and rich people who fully understand Fang Yi! Nowadays, many of the wealthy people who are poor and have only money left don’t know who Fang Yi is. How can they dig out their pockets and show their magnanimity in spending huge sums of money!
"Old man, why aren't you sleeping yet?" his wife said urgently to Lao Yu Cui.
"Come right away!" Lao Yu listened to his wife's words, exited the jar, and then closed his computer.
After washing up, Lao Yu lay on the bed and stared at the roof with his eyes open, thinking about how to get the triptych! He also began to estimate the price of Fang Yi's work.
Early the next morning, Lao Yu started making phone calls, and then asked people around to find out how many works Fang Yi had circulated in China.
At Fang Yi's alma mater high school in Shicheng, Teacher Sun is continuing to use her spare energy in the art classroom to teach art classes!
"If you want to get admitted to other schools, whether it is Yangmei or Hangzhou, Wang Qiluo's style is more pleasing to the eye! If you just want to stay in Shicheng and go to Shicheng Art Academy, then if you don't learn anything else, just learn Fang Yi's style! In Shiyi
, Fang Yi’s style is particularly liked by the marking teachers!” Teacher Sun said, pointing to the paintings on the wall.
After several years of college entrance examination, although there was not a big increase in the number of candidates in several classes of ordinary first- and second-class colleges and universities, the enrollment ratio of art classes did increase significantly. Last year, eight or nine people took the exams in the art class.
After attending an art school in China, this high school now has a certain appeal to ordinary art students. For example, there are more than a dozen people in the class now, and their standards are much better than those of Zhu Zheng's class!
Teacher Sun began to analyze the styles of Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo in detail to more than a dozen students, starting with the use of lines, and then the matching of colors! After talking about things for four or five years in a row, Teacher Sun was eloquent and eloquent.
Absolutely!
At this time, the door of the classroom opened, and a young girl in her twenties in a long skirt stood at the door: "Teacher Sun! Someone is calling you! They say it is your former student, Wang Qiluo!".
"Wang Qiluo!" Teacher Sun looked at the young girl, nodded and said, "Teacher Qin, please help me tell the students, I will answer the phone!".
After saying that, the old man went out and walked towards the office.
Now the office of the art class is no longer what it used to be. It has really become an office. Like other offices in the school, two desks are facing each other, divided into two groups! The one sitting at the desk as soon as you enter is the school
One of the two newly recruited art teachers, a young man named Xu Bing, just graduated from the Art Department of the Normal University like the teacher Xiao Qin just now.
"Wang Qiluo?" Teacher Sun picked up the phone and asked, "How are you doing in the capital now? When you have time to go back to Shicheng, come over and teach your juniors some experience!".
After hearing this, Wang Qiluo smiled and joked to Teacher Sun: "You still need me to come back now? It's only right to let Fang Yi take time to come back!".
"What happened to Fang Yi? This kid got out?".
"Not only did he sneak out, he will soon become a master!" Wang Qiluo said on the other end: "Now he is sitting at the Venice Biennale and arrogant among the crowd!".
"What is the Venice Biennale? Why did Fang Yi get there?" Teacher Sun asked in confusion. This cannot be blamed on Teacher Sun's narrow knowledge. After all, he is only a high school art class teacher, and
As I get older, I am not used to surfing the Internet, and the news in China is still a bit limited!
Wang Qiluo said to the other end: "Not only the Venice Biennale, but also the British authoritative art magazine "Art Review" has approved Fang Yi's style! Now Fang Yi has soared into the sky!".
"Art Criticism"?
Xu Bing, who was immersed in his own affairs next to him, heard these two names and immediately thought of the name Fang Yi he heard on the Internet! With this association, he opened his mouth and asked Teacher Sun: "Is it possible that the name Fang Yi is being discussed on the Internet now?
Is Fang Yi the one who graduated from our school?"
Xu Bing heard about it on the Internet, but not many people know which school Fang Yi graduated from, let alone some people who confuse the situation and make nonsense! Some people say that the middle school where they graduated is Fang Yi's place of origin.
There have been changes, and almost every province has a painter named Fang Yi.
Teacher Sun waved his hand to Xu Bing. It took Wang Qiluo seven or eight minutes to finish, then he put down the phone and asked Teacher Xu Bing: "There are also British ones in this Venice Biennale."
What magazine is so powerful?”.
"Really the one who painted the model paintings we hung on the wall?" Xu Bing asked again. He looked at Teacher Sun and nodded. Xu Bing then opened his mouth and said, "It's indeed amazing! Now it's going crazy on the Internet!"
I saw it too, but I didn’t think it was Fang Yi!”
"Why did this kid make such a big fuss outside all of a sudden, a sect's grandmaster? How old is he?" After saying this, he lowered his head and calculated: "A 23-year-old sect's grandmaster, this can't be a joke, right?
?”.
Having said this, he continued to look at Xu Bing and asked: "Is there anything on the Internet that makes sense? Why do I feel so suspicious when I hear it?".
"The Wang Qiluo who called is the same Wang Qiluo, right? I'm not familiar with him, but you know him. Do you think his words are reliable?" Xu Bing asked.
Teacher Sun nodded: "This kid from Qiluo wouldn't call all the way to make fun of me, an old man!".
"Then let me ask you a question!" After Xu Bing finished speaking, he started to call. Now Xu Bing was dialing a friend he knew who was studying in Shi Yi's graduate school. If the news was confirmed, Shi Yi should know.
Teacher Sun got the news from Xu Bing, and thought about it for the sake of insurance. He sat back on his desk, opened the drawer, opened the small book, and dialed Zhu Zheng's phone number.
"Teacher Sun! Just be happy! You have inspired a world-class artist!"
Zhu Zheng teased his teacher on the other end of the phone and said, "That's right! You should take a good look at those Fang Yi's paintings in the school and all the works left by Fang Yi. Together, there are more than ten paintings.
It is said to be worth several million! It may not take two or three months to turn around. Because there is no such thing in the domestic market.
There are several works by Fang Yi. In addition to the school ones, these are the ones in Fang Yi’s studio where I live now. You ask the school to buy a big safe and let people see it during the day. Lock it up at night and find someone special to look at it! Now
Shi Yi’s Fang Yi college entrance examination papers that had been hung on the wall for people to look at casually were all taken down by people wearing white gloves!”.
Zhu Zheng's words made Teacher Sun feel relieved. After chatting for a while, Teacher Sun hung up the phone, sat on his desk to digest it, and then asked his young colleague: "We hang it on the wall."
How many of his paintings are worth millions?”.
"How many paintings has Fang Yi sold in the country?" Xu Bing asked.
"Only two or three paintings were actually sold!" This is the exact information that Teacher Sun got from Zhu Zheng.
After hearing this, Xu Bing opened his mouth and said: "That's about the same. It's the same number at least!".
"But why do you think it's so confusing to me? Being famous at some exhibition or being recognized by a magazine is what it is like?" Teacher Sun still couldn't figure it out.
Xu Bing said, "It is indeed popular! You don't know that the so-called top-notch Vajra King's works in our country now cost three to four million dollars a piece. They were all attracted attention in this exhibition. At that time, it was
There is no such effect as Fang Yi! It seems that Fang Yi is not doing well in China, he only sold three paintings."
"Zhu Zheng said he didn't mind selling any number of paintings. When he was in his early twenties, a painting cost more than 200,000 yuan, which was not easy to sell, and the kid's family was not short of money!"
"That's right! How can a person who doesn't have a little money at home get into art now? I can't even afford cram school!" Xu Bing said with a sigh.
Teacher Sun stood up from his desk: "I'll talk to the principal about this!" Before leaving the office door, the old man muttered: "I don't know what to do with the Morning Post and Evening Post."
Yes! There was no report. If Wang Qiluo hadn’t called, I wouldn’t have known about it!”
The old man complained a little that the newspaper he often read was here. He didn't know that as a local tabloid in Shicheng, where could there be any international sources to pay attention to the Venice Biennale? Even the main news was shared from other newspapers!
When I arrived at the principal's office, I discussed the matter with the new principal.
This principal is not the one who was focused on the general college entrance examination admission rate. The current one has just been in office for three years and is focused on achieving some results, and this aspect of art is regarded by this person.
Breakthrough: If the admission rate of ordinary colleges and universities cannot beat others, then we should take a different approach and play an art that others are reluctant to play! It’s also about grades, isn’t it?
After listening to Teacher Sun's report, the principal asked someone to confirm it again, and finally said: "Hang up the banner first!"