Sitting in a small street cafe in Paris, Zou Heming drank coffee leisurely. He put down the white coffee cup and raised his wrist to look at his watch. The person waiting was already almost ten minutes late.
However, obviously this latecomer did not disturb Zou Heming's interest in drinking coffee. He loosened the last button of his suit jacket. Zou Heming gestured to the waiter not far away to give him another cup, then crossed his legs and continued to smile.
He swept his fingers across the rim of the coffee cup with a smile on his face.
"Sir, your coffee." The beautiful waitress filled up the coffee cup on Zou Heming's table and extended her hand to Zou Heming to signal the guest to continue.
"Thank you!" He was polite to the waiter. Just as he was about to pick up the coffee cup, he looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his forties coming in at the door.
When he saw this person, Zou Heming stood up with a smile, buttoned up a button of his jacket, and then waved to the person.
The visitor also saw Zou Heming and walked directly towards the table.
"Zou! You know how to enjoy it. The coffee here is the best in Paris." The visitor shook hands with Zou Heming and said politely.
"I choose this restaurant every time I come to Yeli, not because its coffee is good, but because this is the only restaurant I know! Mr. Goldman just call me Lawrence." Zou Heming put down his hand and extended his hand to signal.
The other party sat down, and then he sat back at the table.
"You can also call me Simon." Mr. Goldman sat down and said, and then began to explain to Zou Heming: "I'm really sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road."
"It doesn't matter. At this time, drinking a cup of coffee quietly is also a kind of enjoyment," Zou Heming said with a smile.
"Lawrence knows life very well, but you may be disappointed this time. Mr. Popile is not interested in the October exhibition you organized. I can only thank you for the coffee." Goldman was waiting for this moment of his
When the coffee next to him came up, he opened his mouth and said to Zou Heming.
This Goldman is the manager of the old man Bobil. He is specially sent by the contracted gallery to do chores for the cash cow Bobil. Last year, Zou Heming wanted to invite the old man Bobil to present his new works in his own office.
It was exhibited at the October Exhibition for a few days. However, it was rejected by Popile.
Wanting to make the October exhibition in Los Angeles influential, Zou Heming knew that he could not do it alone. He hoped that more big galleries could participate, and even considered setting up a organizing committee in the future.
It is impossible for the gallery to make this October exhibition famous.
Sometimes learning to share is also a kind of wisdom! This is where the idea of inviting Popile Gallery came into being. The gallery was interested last year, but Mr. Popile was not interested at all. He directly rejected the olive branch extended by Zou Heming.
Looking at the salty smile on the other person's face, Zou Heming didn't feel a trace of anger in his heart. Instead, he smiled and said: "I just want a chance to meet Mr. Popile, even if it's just five minutes!
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As a practitioner, Zou Heming adheres to his professional ethics. He first meets with Popile's manager, and then meets with him. As a gallerist, and one whose popularity is rising rapidly, he contacts artists signed by others and is
As an artist, no matter what, you should take into account the feelings of other people's galleries.
"It's not that the gallery is not interested, but Bobil has no interest at all in the October exhibition in Los Angeles." Goldman opened his mouth and said: "You also know Mr. Bobil's temper, and the decisions he makes usually will not change!"
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Zou Heming smiled and said: "Of course I know. But this time I only need five minutes. If I can't convince him in five minutes, then I will leave!".
Who in this circle doesn’t know Bobil’s bad temper? Even after signing a contract with this gallery, there are rumors in the market that many of the decision-making powers are still in the hands of this old boy. He is really the owner of Bobil.
It's him, and the gallery can't restrain him at this time.
Of course, this is also a very obvious thing. No matter how unpopular the old thing is or how big a mouth it is, as an artist, you still have to rely on your own works to speak for itself. Obviously, Popile has done a good job at this point. Not only is he very
It's good and it couldn't be better. Painting
It doesn't take much profound artistic accomplishment to understand things. Even if there is only one tree on his canvas, it is a living tree standing in front of you, in the canvas, standing in front of your eyes.
It seems as if you are still pulling out twigs and sprouting new shoots as you watch.
The excellent techniques of being close to nature and subverting tradition leave people speechless. Of course, even if you want to talk, you have to draw something like this. Who in the world can draw it? It is not abstractionism, nor is it pop art. You learn
After a few years, someone else's work can be reproduced on canvas.
Of course, both artists and critics can open their mouths to criticize, as is the case in Western liberal societies, but when you open your mouth, you must first think about how you would answer when someone asks you if you can draw, or if you say you are better than
Old man, take it out and compare it with the old thing. In a word, if you don't have a diamond drill, you shouldn't take this porcelain job.
From the time he entered the classical world to the present, the old man’s works have never sold for as low as seven million US dollars. With such a stable price, and even before the paintings have been painted, a group of people have been waiting for him, not only private individuals but also
Major museums, from this aspect, can also explain the current status of the old man. Everyone knows that if you buy a work, you can wait for him to hang up, because his work is more valuable than currency, and it will not fall even if it falls one day.
It has fallen to nothing, not even as good as a piece of paper.
Therefore, those who criticize old people nowadays usually criticize him based on his character, and some media even portray him as an anti-social character, but they never criticize him based on his painting.
"If it's only five minutes, I can give it a try." Goldman thought for a moment and said, "But I can't guarantee that when he is in a bad mood, you won't get any good results."
Zou Heming said: "Then I will wait until he is in a good mood to go! Then tell him that I brought a piece of work for him to appreciate."
"Oh!" Goldman nodded upon hearing this: "I hope the works you brought can impress him." Since Zou Heming had no intention of inviting himself to see the works he brought, Goldman had no intention of watching either.
Bobil is now recognized as the first classicist master after Ingres, and also the first classicist master in more than 100 years since Ingres' death. As the manager, Goldman is also very proud.
Of course, serving this man is not really a good job, but compared with the commission, this job is much more pleasing to the eye. As for the works Zou Heming brought? There is nothing he can do with it.
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Zou Heming could feel the arrogance coming from the man in front of him. In the past, Zou Heming would have been so a little sour in his heart, but now the money tree in his hand will soon be as thick as Popile. He really has no interest in it.
What's the point of fussing with the person in front of you? It's more important to get down to business.
As an art dealer, to put it bluntly, he is still a businessman. Making money is the first priority. Zou Heming does not care too much about other things, nor does he care about the scolding of the contracted artists. He has a big plan in his heart, big enough to make Zou Heming
Put aside your face-saving plans for the time being.
After talking incoherently for almost ten minutes, talking about coffee, pizza and other non-nutritious things, the two of them left the cafe.
Zou Heming returned to the hotel and waited for news.
Goldman took advantage of Bobile's good mood and went to the studio to mention the matter.
Bobill's studio looks very nice from the outside, a two-story building in a prosperous place in Paris, but once inside, I don't know what to say. There are many things left carelessly. There are still unfinished items on the table in the living room.
In short, even if he lives in such an expensive house, this old guy Bobile has not changed his strong sense of shame, making a good house look like a doghouse, and this family
There is no butler.
Of course, no one would say that this house is cool when it comes to Bobiel. Most people will probably praise it when they come: "Master always carries this wild and uninhibited attitude. You can't even finish the meal."
I haven’t brushed it for a long time. The hairy plates all have green hair spots with a strong artistic atmosphere!
Goldman opened the door and walked in, carefully walking through the crisis-ridden living room. He felt as if he was walking through a minefield. He climbed up the steps and finally arrived at the only clean place in the house, Popile's studio.
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Seeing Popile who was painting, Goldman didn't make any noise and just sat quietly on the chair by the door. Within a minute, Goldman turned his attention to the beautiful woman lying on the sofa.
On a female model.
It's not that Goldman is lustful, but the entire studio is empty and there is nothing to see. The only thing that can be seen is this naked female model. Her young skin is exposed by the sunlight coming from the window.
It flashes with touching youthful vitality. Without seeing this scene, how can it be difficult for Goldman to look at Bobiel, who has his head held high in front of the easel and looks like an aggressive quail?
Although everyone always talks about Gallic roosters. Gallic roosters are just for Bobiel. Goldman thinks that roosters are not suitable. Male quails are more in line with the appearance of his employer.
Of course, Goldman only thought about it in his heart and never said it out loud. He just put it in his mind a few times when he was angry to comfort his injured heart.
"Simon is here!" Popile put down the paintbrush in his hand and motioned to the girl on the sofa to take a rest. He turned around and saw Goldman sitting by the door.
"Sir, the manager of Lawrence Gallery wants to talk to you. He said he has brought a piece of work over for you to see. He said it only takes five minutes," Goldman said immediately.
Popile heard nothing, just a piece of work: "Whose work?".
Bobile thought for a moment and asked again: "Has that idiot Fang published any works?".
When it comes to Lawrence Gallery, Popile is very familiar with it. This is the gallery where all the items he despises most are signed. After thinking about it, he realizes that the most likely ones to bring are Fang Yi’s new works. Because if he brings the works of people like Keshma
Come on, I brought it last year. In Bobil's opinion, Realism is just average as a painting school, at least it still relies on some skills. It's just that these people who start this school are so annoying to me. They all look disgusting.
It's not a good thing.
He was rejected by me last time, and this time someone came with a work. When Bobile heard it, he wanted to reject it again, but when he thought about it, it must be Fang Yi or someone else's work. The visitor thought it was worth reading.
Thinking of this makes me feel a little itchy. What kind of work would make me think that I would change my mind after reading it? The more I think about it, it feels like grass has grown in my heart. Now I put aside the hateful things. It only lasts for a few minutes anyway.
If you're not satisfied, just scold him and leave.
"Then let him come over tomorrow." Pobil thought for a moment and then said, "I have something to do tomorrow, the day after tomorrow in the afternoon!".