Although it is said that the works of the leading artists represented by his gallery have increased to a certain extent, and all the works have been sold, which means that the performance of the five people's works in the market has steadily increased, Zou Heming is not satisfied with this. Regarding the signing of Fang Yi
Five with Anders
Zou Heming has always felt that this was a turning point in his life. And this is also true. It is because of these five people that Lawrence Gallery has achieved its current status. But to say that this is the pinnacle of Lawrence Gallery, Zou Heming shook his head and said
Previous sentence: This is far from enough.
In the past, whether the works of artists were appreciated by the world mainly came from the powerful. At that time, the artists appreciated by the pope and princes and nobles were the most popular artists in the world. But now the authority of the pope is no longer what it used to be, and the royal power is even more limited.
At the end of the day, if an artist wants to become the darling of the world, it depends not only on the artist's own standards, but also on the careful promotion of the gallery.
Zou Heming has been thinking about this for a long time. For the five linearists now, their reputation is enough, but when it is the turn of the world's darlings, they are still far away. Not only the five linearists, in Zou Heming's opinion, even now
The painting world is booming
The few people in Zhongtian, including Henry Bobile, who has soared to the sky, are far behind. Zou Heming plans to dig deeper into the potential of his five cash cows. Why can't the works of the five people stand out from the sales of the works of living artists?
How about going up the price list?
After waiting for the gallery's small secret auction to end and all the donors to hand over their checks, Zou Heming stayed alone in his gallery office, closed the door, looked at the colorful lights outside the New York window with a cigar in one hand and red wine in his other hand, feeling in his heart
Thinking about his plan. To use a popular saying on the domestic Internet, Zou Heming is preparing to play a big game. The secret shooting meeting is just a preliminary test, and even the painter village he will build is part of the overall plan.
Gently raising the wine glass in his hand, Zou Heming seemed to be facing the lights outside the window. Or perhaps facing his own background reflected on the glass, Zou Heming raised the glass and said softly: Cheers.
Of course, Fang Yi didn't know about Zou Heming's big plan, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't be too interested. In Fang Yi's view, his relationship with the gallery is simple. He is like a factory, responsible for producing works, and the gallery is like
As a salesperson, you are responsible for delivering your work to your customers. It's that simple.
As for the current prices of his works, to be honest, Fang Yi is very satisfied. Two to three million US dollars is really quite good. When Fang Yi thought that his works could be worth tens of millions, I am afraid that he has already reached the same level as Flo
Yide is almost old. Everyone knows that the day when this man will travel westward on a crane is not far away.
At this moment, Fang Yi and his gallery owner were standing at the window. The difference was that Zou Heming was very ambitious, but Fang Yi was not in a good mood now. Another path was rejected by Fang Yi. Although he warned himself
Be patient. However, the successive failures still made Fang Yi feel a little frustrated.
He folded his hands on his chest and looked out the window at the raindrops, tapping on the glass. The scene outside the window was pitch black and nothing could be seen. The bright lights inside the studio directly turned the window room into a mirror.
, clearly reflected Fang Yi's shadow. Moreover, there were streaks of rain streaking on the shadow.
After watching for a while, Fang Yi turned around and picked up the top disc from his CD rack, turned on the studio's stereo, put the disc in, and then played a newly purchased disc. When
When the lead singer's soft and slightly rough voice sounded in the studio, Fang Yi also closed his eyes.
The studio's sound is very good. At the same time, the interior design of the studio is also very powerful. If there is an audiophile standing next to Fang Yi at this moment, he will be full of praise for this room and this complete set of speakers. When people close their eyes, then
It feels like listening to a live performance in a concert hall, and you are immersed in the scene. However, when you hear the song Fang Yi is playing, you can't help but beat your chest and curse Fang Yi's waste of natural resources. How could you use such a good place?
Listen to popular songs!
This kind of sound effect is indeed too luxurious for the half-toned Fang Yi. Fang Yi's ears have not yet been trained to such a level, and listening to classical music is like drinking liqueur. Now Fang Yi is listening to "Counting Stars" by OneRepublic.
“I’ve been losing sleep lately, tossing and turning and having trouble falling asleep.
Dreaming about the things we can do!
But baby, I've been working hard,
It’s not about money anymore, let’s count the stars,
…
Every pain that immerses me is proof that I am still alive."
Listening to the music, Fang Yi returned to his canvas and looked at the bright red and bloody cross on it. After looking at it for two minutes, he took out a cigarette from the painting cabinet, patted it twice in his hand, and knocked it.
He took out one and put it in his mouth. There was a lighter sound, and he took a deep breath. The red shadow of the cigarette butt flashed, and then a stream of white smoke with traces of light blue came out from Fang Yi's mouth.
The smoke immediately flashed past Fang Yi's eyes.
Throwing the cigarette case in his hand on the painting cabinet, Fang Yi picked up the painting knife and began to scoop up the oil paint on the canvas starting from the upper left corner of the canvas.
The cigarette butt was held directly in his mouth, and while he was smoking hard, he was holding the canvas with one hand, and scraping the canvas hard with the painting knife in the other hand.
When the song played for the third time, Fang Yi dropped the drawing knife in his hand. The base material had been scraped off the canvas, and even some of the base material had been scraped off, revealing the light-colored linen cloth underneath.
Wen. At this moment, Fang Yi suddenly felt that the music was noisy and harsh. He took two steps, turned off the sound with a snap, and walked back to his easel.
It was one o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles. It was raining outside, and the raindrops were banging on the glass of the studio. Fang Yi stood in front of his easel like a wooden stake, looking at his canvas with a frown, while looking at it fiercely.
of smoking.
In half an hour, most of the pack of cigarettes turned into gas in the studio, but Fang Yi still stood in front of the canvas, almost motionless.
Throwing away the pharynx in his hand and stepping on it with his foot, Fang Yi picked up the paintbrush, dipped it into the palette with a hint of ripe brown, and pressed it to draw a zigzag line on the canvas. It seemed that even Fang Yi himself
I don’t know what I want to express on my canvas, so I just paint one line at a time, and the oil paint rolled up by the brush is moved to the canvas. If anyone is nearby, they can hear the harsh sound of the iron ring wrapped around the brush and the canvas.
, rattle.
Without a theme and no consciousness, Fang Yi just smeared on his canvas indiscriminately. Until he felt better, he threw the brush directly on the painting cabinet and turned his head without even looking at his canvas.
Turned off the lights in the studio and left the studio.
After waking up, Fang Yi seemed to be back to his old self, and his mood adjusted. When he came to the studio and looked at what he had painted yesterday, he couldn't help but smile. From the top of the canvas, Fang Yi only saw irritability.
And that kind of disorderly chaos.
Instead of shoveling off the oil paint on the canvas, Fang Yi took up a pen after looking at it for a while, wrote the words "calm down" on it, and then hung the messy painting on the wall of his studio, hoping to use it.
Here is a painting with random markings to remind myself not to act too hastily.
After hanging the painting, Fang Yi walked out of the studio and began to exercise step by step throughout the day. Although it was still raining lightly outside, the light rain did not have much impact on riding horses. It was just an extra raincoat.
As for swimming, I switched to my own indoor gym.
After walking around outside, Fang Yi finished his breakfast and pushed the plate in front of him and said to Yeda: "Remember to remind me to make an appointment with Catherine today!" Since there was no progress, Fang Yi decided to draw a picture.
A sketch of the human body.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Yeda suddenly said to Fang Yi: "Sir, why don't you go on vacation? This way you can temporarily put aside some worrying things!" During this time, Yeda felt some of Fang Yi's little things.
He guessed that something was not going well with his employer. Moreover, Fang Yi was showing a diagram to eliminate some adverse effects. Although he tried, he didn’t know how effective it would be. He looked at Fang Yi and asked the question casually.
A question of relaxing your mind.
"On vacation?" Fang Yi glanced at his butler.
Yeda nodded and said to Fang Yi: "If you like beach swimming, you can go to Hawaii now. If you like hunting or skiing, you can go to Africa or Switzerland." Yeda, an encyclopedia, seems a little bit weird to Fang Yi.
I was excited and began to introduce the good places to visit to my employer.
"That's a good suggestion." Fang Yi thought for a moment and said. The last time he had a breakthrough was on a plane. Maybe he might get an unexpected reward from traveling this time.
Thinking of traveling, Fang Yi remembered that his housekeeper also had one month of paid vacation a year: "Jeda, when are you going to take a vacation?" Fang Yi looked at Yeda's face and was stunned, then he said
He opened his mouth to explain: "Don't worry, I just asked out of curiosity."
Fang Yi said this because he was afraid that Yeda would think that when he went on a trip, he would take the housekeeper with him to run around as a follower. He was just curious about this housekeeper. She almost didn't need to rest. She took charge of everything from the time she came to her own home.
From then on, he never had any rest. It stands to reason that he would have one day of free time every week, but Yeda had never used it. He seemed to go out one night a month, but he appeared in his house again early the next morning.
before.
"I'm going to take a week's rest during Christmas," Yeda said with a smile as he looked at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi looked at Yeda very strangely, and Yeda also looked at his employer very strangely, because in Yeda's opinion, his employer was like a Puritan who didn't even have any physiological needs and seemed to be fiddling around all day long.
It seems that the canvas is enough. Yeda has also stayed in wealthy families before, and he has stayed in several families. Many people are rich.
There will always be these little thoughts, but you can't see them at all in your employer. Sometimes Yeda even wonders in her heart whether her employer's ex-girlfriend left because of her bed.
What happened during the period? Does Fang Yi have any mental illness? He is not very interested in this kind of thing.