Fang Yi himself had also undergone some changes unknowingly. After Anders bought a mansion in Paris, as a friend, of course he wanted to congratulate him. As a famous artist, Anders had a moving party.
The scene was a bit upscale. In addition to the four members of Fang Yi's painting school, some friends from other industries were also invited. Of course, these people all have outstanding performance in their own industries.
At the whole party, there were not only some famous painters and architects in Paris, but also some directors and actors. Of course, Paris, as the fashion capital, also has fashion designers. At the party, Fang Yi met Goldie, whom he had met once before.
Ah, the two discussed the colors, and then Gaultier, as a fashion designer, came to Fang Yi to make some suggestions on Fang Yi's clothing. According to Fang Yi's preferences, he introduced some fabrics that suit Fang Yi's requirements.
Originally, Fang Yi thought this was nonsense. Clothes were just that. They could be cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. When he came back, he followed Gautier's suggestion and changed his underwear into this one.
Fashion Designer Says Fabric Feels After
It was really different. At least the underwear on my butt felt soft and soft, much more comfortable than what I usually wear. Only then did I start to pay attention to the material I was wearing. In Fang Yi's words
I mean, these fashion designers know something.
Money and fame are two things that silently affect the five people, causing all five people to change a little bit.
A few people sat and chatted for a while, watching the sun outside the window as it was about to set. They started working together, putting several pieces of canvas together, and then fixed them on a large piece of cloth that was simply stretched with a wooden frame.
.I found a place between two big trees and hung the whole work up.
"It's all in one piece, with no sense of disharmony." Rude stood in front of the picture and looked at it carefully for five or six minutes before he opened his mouth and said to his friends around him.
"Yi! I take back what I said before. This work is quite well done." Keshima said this, then thought for a moment and patted Fang Yi on the shoulder: "Even if this is the case, you have to be mentally prepared.
Those who ridicule you will not show mercy."
"If they like to spit, let them spit. I personally don't have any objections": Fang Yi said without any worry. He thought that when he started to be an artist, he had to be able to withstand the scolding. Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but
I remembered the old thing called the trash can. Nowadays, there are not many people who can open their mouths to scold this old man. He has published a work and countless magazines.
and commentators will post it and praise loudly, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the world of painting. Since Fang Yi dares to paint, he is not afraid of being scolded. Of course, it would be better if everyone is full of praise, and he is not being abused.
Crazy. He likes others to scold him for nothing. Thinking of this, Fang Yi felt that he needed to think more about how to increase the experience bar in his mind.
Zou Heming looked at the entire work and said to Fang Yi: "When I take it to New York, I will start my plan."
"When will it start?" Artur asked casually, still staring at the completed work.
"The whole process may take a little longer, about two or three months," Zou Heming said.
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this: "I don't have any problem with time, I can just give it a few more months." Anyway, he has made up for it. As for the rest of the matter, he will leave it to his gallery. The rest of the time,
Enjoy life while completing your own works. As for this painting
After the work came out, if Zou Heming's method did not have much effect, Fang Yi himself was mentally prepared. Prepare for the worst and strive for the best results. Of course, if he scolds himself too much, he may close the door and not read these comments.
, come out of sight and your mind will be pure.
After everyone watched it together for more than half an hour, the sky gradually darkened. Several people put down the masterpiece again, carried it into the house piece by piece, and then put it into the wooden box that had been prepared.
Zou Heming stayed in the small village for two days. Early in the morning on the third day, a large truck with a trailer came to the village. Several people lifted the huge wooden box containing the work onto the truck. Zou Heming followed the truck.
I took the painting to my own gallery in New York, where the work will finally be integrated into a whole. It is waiting to face various reviews, and leave the good and bad to God to arrange.
After sending this work away, Fang Yi squatted in his hut, painting for four or five hours every day, and spent the rest of the time walking around the village.
In the evening of that day, Fang Yizheng finished his meal alone and thought about taking a walk along the stream next to the village. As soon as he left the house, he received a call from China. It was an unknown number and it was from Shicheng.
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"Hey, this is Fang Yi, who are you?" Fang Yi waited for the phone call to come through, and asked immediately after hearing the person say "hey."
"You brat, you can't even hear my voice," Zhang Chenglin said with a laugh.
"It turns out to be Mr. Zhang, why did you remember to call me? No, what I want to ask is how you got the phone!" Fang Yi started to joke when he heard it was Mr. Zhang Chenglin: "Don't you always make noises?
Are you living a good life?".
Zhang Chenglin said happily: "I, an old man who is half dead, can't be fashionable. The latest Nokia costs more than 6,000 yuan. Isn't it very expensive?" When he said this, the old man's voice was a little proud.
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More than six thousand items are nothing to Fang Yi, but to a famous Chinese painting artist like Zhang Chenglin, and each painting costs hundreds of thousands or millions, what big deal can it be? I just say it for everyone to have fun together.
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"You don't always call me when you have nothing to do. Are you just trying to tell me that you are fashionable and have a mobile phone?" Fang Yi asked with a smile.
"Telling you my number is a big thing, but there are also small things. Someone asked me to ask if they want to collect one of your current works. The price is based on the market price," Zhang Chenglin said.
Fang Yi thought for a moment and said: "There are really no more works this year."
"A painting costs almost two million dollars, and all the paintings you haven't painted this year have been sold?" Zhang Chenglin was a little surprised when he heard this: "How many paintings do you paint in a year? They are sold so fast!".
"I will prepare three paintings this year."
"Three? That's too little. Who only paints three works a year? Especially if you are living a good life in France. You kid must have relaxed yourself in your artistic pursuits. I have to say this to you
In a word, if you don’t advance in art, you will retreat. If you are diligent in your work, you will be idle in play." Zhang Chenglin opened his mouth and said.
Fang Yi was not angry after hearing this, because in his heart he thought that Zhang Chenglin was a kind elder, and he said this out of love for himself. After listening to the old man talking a lot, he stopped and then said
: "I know, it's just that I've created less works and I still haven't put down some exercises. Now I'm a little stuck."
"Well, I need to take some time to think more about it." Zhang Chenglin nodded after hearing this. Even at Zhang Chenglin's age, he would encounter such a thing. When he reaches a certain level and finds that he is insufficient, he doesn't know what to do.
Taking it to the next level, at this time, thinking and understanding are far more important than sitting at the desk. What is pursued is the flash of inspiration at that moment, or understanding.
After finishing speaking, he remembered that Fang Yi had only painted three works this year, so he opened his mouth and said jokingly: "Now, the price of your paintings will rise again."
"Leave the matter of painting prices to the market" Fang Yi smiled.
"By the way, when will you return to China?".
"I don't know, maybe it's the Chinese New Year? What do you want?".
"I'm fine, but old guy Liu Yuchan has something wrong. He has been telling your teacher that he wants you to go back to China to give lectures to the students. Of course, it's best to come back with a few of your friends. He said about air tickets and hotels.
Everything about stone art is covered. But this old guy Liu Hongshuo is still proud and won't let go, saying that you are too young to teach many students." Zhang Chenglin told Fang Yi about this on the phone.
Fang Yi shook his head and laughed after hearing this. Teacher Liu Yuchan's invitation to Fang Yi to come back to school to give lectures was not that urgent. If it was very urgent, just call Fang Yi. This matter is still useful to his teacher Liu Hongshuo.
Around there?
The current situation is probably that a few old men have nothing to do together and regard this as a fun. Fang Yi felt a lot happy when he heard that the teacher and Teacher Liu Yuchan were living a good life.
"Alas." After Zhang Chenglin chatted with Fang Yi for a while, he sighed and said: "We old guys are almost out of control of you. Now your works are marketable and priceless! Everyone wants to buy one of your pieces.
"It's a pity that some people who have works don't want to sell them at all. Some people's ideas have begun to go abroad. It seems that when you hold an exhibition later, the price will not be two million US dollars."
"Then I still have to thank the wealthy people in China?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said.
After chatting with Zhang Chenglin for a while, Fang Yi hung up the phone. After thinking about the price of his painting, he couldn't help but shake his head. Fang Yi thought that his sketch was too expensive, and he couldn't read it.
Understand the domestic market conditions. To be honest, Fang Yi has never understood the domestic market.
Having trouble thinking about things, Fang Yi didn't want to use his brain too much other than painting, and simply put the matter behind him and prepared to walk along the stream.
After walking two steps, I heard a rumbling sound. When I looked up, I saw a fiery red motorcycle driving towards the small village not far away. The rider on the car was also wearing a red leather jacket.
Fang Yi curiously stood on the side of the road, ready to let the car pass, thinking in his mind: Whose guest is driving a road racing car?
Fang Yi was stunned here, watching the motorcycle slow down as it approached him and rush directly towards him. He couldn't help but jump to the ditch next to the trail, and glared at the rider, waiting for the rider.
As soon as he took off his helmet, Fang Yi laughed and cursed: "You dress up like a movie maker, you are going to change your career!" (To be continued...)