After chatting with friends, he took his things and walked towards his cabin. As soon as he reached the door of the small fence yard, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He gently put his things at the door and opened it.
He opened the door, put his things inside, and then took out his phone.
When I saw that it was coming from home, I naturally dialed back.
As soon as the phone call came through, my mother's voice sounded like a machine gun: "You are actually so rich? You donated more than 100 million in one go! It's okay not to discuss such a big matter with your family."
"Mom! You heard the nonsense in the newspaper!" Fang Yi sat on the sofa in the living room and patiently explained to his mother: "That's just an estimate! All the previous paintings are almost more than my current price. This
Something is not normal!”.
"What estimate? Your uncle called me and said that the family portrait you painted is now valued at five million! Can your uncle lie to us?" Yu Qin said again.
"That's not how the accounts are calculated!" Fang Yi explained to his mother with a bitter look on his face. The sudden influx of so many works into the market would have an impact on the prices of his existing works, which would be detrimental to the operation of the gallery.
His works and so on. I tried to explain it as plainly as possible.
For many Chinese people, most people are not used to donating something like 100 million at once, especially people like Yu Qin who have never seen what 100 million looks like in front of them in their lives. I heard that
My son has donated 100 million easily, but he always calls me to lecture him and scold his prodigal son who can't live a good life!
"You must inform me if you do this again in the future! You spendthrift boy! When you stay at home and wait for my grandson and he is short of money, it would be good to have some popsicles instead!" Yu Qin asked again:
"How are you and Xiaobei? If you two are getting along well, don't waste time. Find some time to get the certificate. Your father and I are eagerly waiting to have our grandson!"
After hearing this, Fang Yi continued to say with a grimace: "Exchange my painting for a popsicle? Your grandson is very valuable! Besides, I am only twenty-three years old! Isn't it a bit early? Let's talk about this matter in two years.
!".
"Let me talk to Tiedan!" Fang Yi heard his sister's voice coming from his mother's side.
"Sister! Why are you at my house so early?" Fang Yi asked directly.
"Yu Diao is now with my aunt. She usually keeps it here. Your brother-in-law and I are busy and can't take care of her!" Fang Nan immediately said after hearing this: "Everything you have is worth money now. That painting you gave us
We don’t dare to hang the painting on the bedside now! We’re afraid it will attract thieves when we’re not at home! Now it’s been sent to my dad’s place! Even the wooden wind chime you made for Yudianer has been put away!”
After hearing this, Fang Yi immediately said: "Is this what you are doing?".
"By the way, your school invites your uncle and aunt to attend your donation ceremony. Do you think it would be better for them to go or not?".
"If you want to go, go, but if you don't want to go, don't go! What's there to say!" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, only when the day goes well can you feel comfortable. Why are my parents still entangled in whether to go to the Stone Art Donation Meeting or not?
"Is it okay if you don't go?"
"What's wrong! I rejected it myself!" Fang Yi was really a little impatient. Why should he ask about this matter? He was afraid that his sister would continue to pester him on this matter: "Where are the raindrops? Did you wake up so early?
If she wakes up and asks her to come over and talk to uncle and me, it would be better to listen to this little girl’s voice than to listen to your and my mother’s voice!”.
"Still asleep! I didn't pay much attention to the wind chime hanging above the bed, but once it was taken away, I have to think about it these days!".
"As for what, she just wants you to give it to her! If it breaks and is stolen, why don't I just make another one! That thing is just for children to play with!"
"People saw it and said it was some kind of installation art. Someone gave me an estimate of the price of a house! Where can I let my child play with it? When she grows up and knows how to take care of things, I can keep them for herself!" Fang Nan smiled.
said.
Fang Yi shook his head.
My sister said that she would give it back to her niece when she is a little older, and she might give it to her when she gets married! Who can believe this? When Fang Yi was too young, his mother took his New Year's money, but she still hasn't given it back to him!
"When my house in Los Angeles is finished, you and your brother-in-law can come over and play with Raindrops for a while! Anyway, you two have vacations in college!".
"I know! I will definitely go when the time comes!".
The two siblings chatted for a while, then the phone was transferred to Yu Qin's hand, and they chatted with their mother for almost ten minutes. Fang Yi then hung up the phone.
Hey! He lowered his arms, Fang Yi threw his phone on the coffee table, and breathed a long sigh of relief! He couldn't help but smile a little bitterly! What's the matter! Now the painting has become taller, and now he can even do it for his little niece
The wind chimes are regarded as works of art. What kind of installation art is that? I will install it for your sister! How can those of you who estimate the price die if you don’t mess with it?
I lit a cigarette, took a puff, leaned my body comfortably on the sofa, and blew out a puff of smoke upwards, thinking about the things I made for my children to play with.
It’s all become art! As I think about it, I feel better than others
He's quite reliable. I can say that a wooden wind chime was carefully created by me and my friends. It's better than the bastard Dali who used to paint a clay figurine with blue paint, and now Damien Hirst directly uses Fu
If Malin picks up a stuffed goat, he will say that it is a much better art!
Does Fang Yi think these are art? Obviously he doesn't think so in his heart. Just like before, art only defines a small circle in Fang Yi's heart! These weird behaviors seem to Fang Yi to be nonsense! He even thought that maybe
One day, someone sprinkled some color on a piece of poop and claimed that it was a work of art and called it Colored Poop!
Fang Yi simply dismissed such nonsense, and even laughed at it! Whether it was before, now, or in the future, such thoughts destined Fang Yi to be a staunch conservative! And Fang Yi himself also
Knowing this clearly, just like the expression on your canvas, the shape may be a little distorted, but it will never be perfect!
While smoking a cigarette, he was thinking about his own artistic views, and then compared them with the great artists in the world today. Fang Yi found out with painstaking effort that the one whose views were closest to his own was actually Henri Popile, the dustbin master!
Carefully thinking about the words of this contemporary giant in newspapers and magazines, many of them can resonate with Fang Yi! Although Fang Yi dislikes this old boy in his heart, from an artistic point of view, the two of them are so similar.
resemblance!
Of course, even Fang Yi's so-called linearism of five people bundled together cannot compare to Bobiel's reputation! Now the dustbin can be on an equal footing with Lucian Freud, and has even shown that it has surpassed it in great strides
A sign! The old boy’s head now has the hat of one of the greatest artists of our time. It is not only firmly worn, but also shining with gold!
If there is no news in some art magazines, just go to his side and gather news, so that there will be news! Because every time there is a master! No matter the master is dead or still alive and kicking now! Then it will cause a resonance, of course it is indispensable.
The verbal abuse of followers of these genres!
Every time he opens his mouth, it directly causes a tremor. This is the power of the master. You can object or agree, but you can't ignore his voice! As long as you still live in this circle, as long as you still think that what you are doing
Creation is art.
Thinking of this, Fang Yi felt a surge of strength, thinking about the linearism he and his friends had pioneered! How could he continue to grow vigorously!
I got up from the sofa, walked to an empty easel in my living room, picked up a canvas for practice, and started thinking. Every time I had a small idea, I drew two strokes on the canvas, and then I picked it up casually.
A sketchbook, where you write down what you want to do next and the effect you want on the final canvas.
Just like Matisse said, although I am proficient in technique, every time I pick up the brush, I still feel that my expression method is insufficient. There is naturally no problem with Fang Yi's technique. Now Fang Yi is thinking about what to do.
Kneading and creating his own unique techniques, or in other words, taking his expressiveness to a higher level. Fang Yi, who became a master through sutras, now wants to upgrade himself to the level of a green name!
Standing in front of the canvas, almost every time Fang Yi painted a stroke, he would stay for a long time and think deeply. For a native Chinese, and while living in Shicheng, he not only had long-term friendships with friends like Wei Jin and Qu Gu
We live together, and we have also seen Mr. Zhang Chenglin paint, so we unconsciously compare in our hearts, which technique is more suitable for expressing the effect we have in mind.
For Fang Yi, techniques are just techniques now, and there is no distinction between Chinese painting, oil painting and the like. Some things are interoperable. The realm of a master allows Fang Yi to integrate the two techniques from a higher perspective, and for
For your own use!
One thing to note is that Fang Yi does not deliberately maintain a Chinese style for the sake of Chinese style, or deliberately maintain the style of the canvas in order to attract other people's attention. It is completely up to his heart.
If there is more of this style, there will be more, and if there is less, there will be less. Even if there is almost nothing on the canvas, Fang Yi will feel that as long as he is satisfied with creating his own theme, then everything is OK.
Now Popile has become Fang Yi’s new goal! After mastering the classical techniques, Fang Yi established his new goal for the first time. It is not to make a name for himself in the Western art world, nor to increase the price of his paintings.
Jump into the million-dollar club! Become a member of the top of the pyramid, but think about standing side by side with Popile with the painting school you founded!
I also want the entire art world to listen to my voice!