According to the agreed time, Zou Heming followed Goldman, and then hired a person to carry the painting to Bobiel's door. Hearing the click of the door lock coming from inside, he saw Goldman pushing away
He opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.
Looking at the wide open door, Zou Heming was in a daze for two or three seconds. No matter what Zou Heming thought, he never imagined that the messy living room in front of him, which looked like a trash can, could be Bobiel's residence and studio. Then he thought about it.
Isn’t Bobile just a trash can in French? When I thought about it, I felt relieved.
"Be careful," Zou Heming entered the room and said to the employee behind him who was holding the canvas and covering his face, fearing that the man would step on something and slip and drop the person or the painting.
It was quite inconvenient for the hired workers at this time. Fang Yi's painting was not small to begin with, so it was inconvenient to carry it on his back. It would be best to hold the entire painting on his head, but if the hired workers wanted it, Zou Heming didn't, so he had to hold it in his hands.
, I went up the stairs for almost three minutes, and then I moved Fang Yi’s works to the door of the studio upstairs.
"Wait a minute." Goldman raised his hand to Zou Heming and motioned for Zou Heming to wait at the door.
Zou Heming nodded, took out his wallet, took out a few bills and paid them to the hired workers, and then stood honestly in front of Fang Yi's work.
Goldman pushed open the door of the studio, walked in, and immediately met Popile's eyes: "Mr. Popile, Lawrence Zou is here."
"Did you bring the work?" Bobile didn't care whether Zou Heming came or not. What he wanted most in his heart was to see the work. He looked at Goldman and nodded and immediately waved his hand: "Let him in!"
He stood up on his chair.
This thing would pop up in Popile's head when he was free in the past two days, and he was infinitely curious about what kind of work made Zou so confident in convincing himself in five minutes, especially if he knew that he had nothing to do with linearism.
When gangsters are having a holiday, it’s even more exciting to have such confidence.
Of course, if the work does not satisfy Popile, then Zou Heming will definitely experience Popile’s style when he curses!
Popile stood next to his chair and watched Zou Heming walking in with a large work in his arms. Before Zou Heming could greet him, he pointed directly at a shelf by the wall: "Open the work and put it on the
Get that easel up. I hope you don’t disappoint me!”.
Zou Heming was not annoyed by Popile's rudeness and just held up the painting, put it on the shelf and reached out to unbutton the painting leather bag. After unbuttoning a total of six buttons on the four sides, he unzipped the zipper and let the bottom edge go.
The leather cover hung down, and then several layers of protective film on the canvas were lifted, so that Fang Yi's painting of a group portrait of friends appeared in front of the three of them.
Bobile watched Zou Heming open the leather cover of the painting and he was still calm. Looking at the three layers of protective film inside and outside, he began to have a little disdain on his face, waiting for the whole painting to be presented in front of him.
Suddenly, a surprised expression appeared on his face. He was stunned for a few seconds and walked up to the painting. He stared at the canvas intently, frowning slightly as he read without saying a word.
Goldman was stunned when he saw this work. After looking at it for more than a minute, he came back to his senses and looked at Zou Heming.
Zou Heming had a smile on his face, and his eyes flicked over the surprised faces of the pensive Bobiel and Goldman from time to time. Their reactions gave Zou Heming a great sense of satisfaction. From the moment he arrived at Contact Gallery in Paris, Zou Heming felt
Oneself
Zou Heming had always been shy, but now the expressions of the two of them immediately gave Zou Heming the feeling of a serf turning over and singing: I want you to show off again in the gallery, do you see? My brother now has a trump card that is not inferior to yours.
What kind of energy!
With a smile on his face, when he saw Goldman turning to look at him, he immediately gave him a gentle smile.
As a practitioner, Goldman certainly knows what the classical-style works in front of him mean, which means the birth of another classical master, and he is an undeniable master, not to mention others and his own gallery.
There is no problem if the signed Bobil is on par.
Seeing Zou Heming's smiling face, Goldman couldn't help but respond with a smile. But he thought to himself: This man is really a lucky son of a bitch. God knows how difficult it is for his gallery to sign Popile amid the pursuit of so many galleries.
, the person in front of me just quietly took out a work, and almost said that our gallery also has a banner figure.
The two of them smiled at each other and did not make a sound, because Popile was looking at the work. If you disturb the old man at this time, you will definitely hear a loud roar: Get out!
Goldman knew the old man's character. He didn't dare to speak out, and Zou Heming was even less vocal. Now he didn't know how much he enjoyed this state. Not to mention such a short time, if Bobil could be stunned for a while
In the afternoon, Zou Heming didn't mind enjoying such a wonderful afternoon.
The originally mentioned five minutes had long since disappeared, and nearly fifty minutes passed before Popile came back to his senses.
"Simon, if you have something to do, go and do your work." Popile glanced at Goldman and said.
Uh! Goldman wanted to stay here and listen to what the two of them were talking about, but Popile had already spoken and he couldn't stay any longer. He could only nodded: "Mr. Popile, if there is anything you need from the gallery, let me know."
After saying that, he nodded to Zou Heming, then stretched out his hand to shake it, then turned around and walked out of the door. After exiting the studio door, he ran towards the door with a trot. He had to tell the owner of the gallery this news quickly.
and say it yourself.
When only Popile and Zou Heming were left in the studio, Popile motioned for Zou Heming to sit down.
"Is it Fang Yi's work?"
Popile can be regarded as knowing the truth. Although the work has broken through the light and turned into pure classicism, some things can still be seen, let alone in Popile's situation. If it were painted by others, it would be impossible.
, how could a person with such a high standard let his canvas reveal such a strong style of another artist?
"Yes, he just completed three works, and this is one of them." Zou Heming said with a smile, and he sat down, but there was no tea or coffee at hand, so he felt a little uncomfortable.
Popile took a look at Fang Yi's work, and then continued: "His use of light surpassed the previous masters. It can be said that he has created a path!".
The form shown on the canvas is somewhat lacking, mainly due to the slight lack of volume. But this is not what Popile cares about. He only cares about what he cannot do, that is, the sense of light shown on the canvas, that
The sense of light that is infinitely close to nature is what Popile is fascinated by.
Zou Heming nodded: "I hope you can bring your works to this year's Los Angeles October Exhibition. You are now recognized as a master of classicism. It is of great significance to exhibit your works together with the three works that Fang Yi has completed.
!".
"Although I don't like Fang Yi, this annoying boy. But I have to say that what he did this time is pretty good!" Popile opened his mouth and gave him a fair evaluation. Don't look at this frivolous comment.
This is a very high praise for Popile,
Not to mention Dali was so scolded by him, none of the so-called three most distinctive artists of the 20th century escaped the old man's vicious words, including Picasso and Matisse. Directly in
The magazine laughed at the top of their lungs and laughed at these three people as if they were useless.
Zou Heming knew how unpleasant this old guy was, so he laughed after hearing this.
"If he wasn't so annoying, maybe we would still be friends. But not now, because his character is so annoying, and I get angry when I see him!" Popile has now admitted in his heart.
After reaching Fang Yi's level, he realized that there was someone in the world who was similar to him. This made his mood a bit complicated. Having an opponent made Popile feel a little happy. But the opponent was Fang Yi, who was annoying to him.
The guy was a little annoyed again.
When they first met Bobil, he thought it was rude for Fang Yi to barge into his studio, and then he felt even more unhappy when he saw Fang Yi holding his head high every time. Being uneducated was Bobil's evaluation of Fang Yi at that time.
When Fang Yi became famous, Bobi Le disliked this kid even more. He thought this was not good and that was not good, but he never thought about why he hated Fang Yi at this time. At this time, Fang Yi could already say
Become a member of a group of top artists.
To be honest, if Fang Yi had white skin, his reputation would definitely be much higher than that of Keshima. At this time, Popile felt a trace of jealousy towards Fang Yi. He was jealous of Fang Yi's youth, and he was only two years old.
At the age of fourteen, he was able to start a new school, and his reputation skyrocketed.
As far as the current art environment is concerned, very few people at this age can set a precedent in painting style, because countless roads have been traveled by others, and it is too difficult to start a school! But Fang Yi did it, and
Bobile himself is not young anymore. It can be said that he has already reached the end of his life in terms of age. How can Fang Yi, who is in his early twenties, not make the old man sigh with emotion and sigh about how time flies? No matter how high his artistic achievements are,
There is no way to turn back time!
Zou Heming heard Bobile's words and thought to himself with a smile on his face: Fang Yi is annoying? In this regard, you would say he is second in today's painting world. Then who has the right to say that he is first? Now he is the most annoying.
You are the one I hate. Except today, I have never heard of anyone making a big comment about Fang Yi’s character!
"It's enough for him to exhibit his works by himself. You don't need to come with me." Popile is telling the truth. The person who painted the work in front of him no longer needs any master to put his works together and use other people's fame to improve himself.
If you can draw to this level, you are already a top-level master.
"Don't you think it's good to have an opponent?" Zou Heming smiled and asked: "Whose work is stronger, just like the competition between Michelangelo and Da Vinci, who is better?".
After hearing this, Bobil couldn't help but feel greatly moved. Of course, Bobil thought that he was stronger than Fang Yi, not only stronger but much stronger!
Although I was greatly moved, I still thought about it and said, "Let me think about it, can I keep this work for a few days?"
"No problem!" Zou Heming said, "If you are willing, you can stay for a month."
After the two chatted for a while, Zou Heming left Popile's studio. After getting into the taxi, he burst out laughing. The laughing taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror several times, and every time
I want to ask: Sir, are you okay?
Zou Heming's answer every time was that it was okay. He knew that his idea had come true. Bobile's works would definitely appear at the October exhibition. Apart from anything else, just relying on the face-to-face showdown to see who was better could make this competitive person
The extremely powerful old man came obediently with his works.