Although my home is not far from the exhibition hall, this time it is an exhibition and a dinner. Riding a horse and wearing comfortable jeans as usual is obviously not enough. Besides, I have to take Zheng Yuan with me. Zheng Yuan
But wearing a custom-made evening dress, how can I ride a horse in this outfit? I still wait for the sun to set and drive there.
"There are far more reporters here this year than last year. Now it looks a bit like a Grammy-style show!" Zheng Yuan loosened her seat belt and looked out the car window at the reporters gathered at the entrance.
He said to Fang Yi, who had already parked the car.
Fang Yi looked at the reporters outside the window and said with a smile: "It's a little far behind, but it is indeed much better than last year. The number of reporters standing at the door has probably doubled. Zou Heming, this old boy, can really do it."
After saying that, he opened the car door and walked out.
After getting out of the car, Fang Yi buttoned up his suit and walked around the front of the car. Zheng Yuan's car door was naturally opened by the waiter standing at the door. He helped Zheng Yuan open the car door, and the waiter walked around the back of the car.
, got into Fang Yi's car, drove to the parking lot and parked.
Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan walked toward the door with their fingers clasped together.
"Mr. Fang, this year is the first time you have exhibited works in several years. Is the style of your works still linearism? What do you say about the so-called linearist civil war? Do you support the Paris school or the Los Angeles school?"
Fang Yi had just walked five or six steps when a reporter stood in front of Fang Yi and his wife. Before Fang Yi could answer, there were several more tape recorders in front of him, and of course there were people taking photos. However,
Fortunately, these people are from art magazines after all, and are not as crazy as entertainment reporters. The reporter here asked questions slowly, and other reporters also became quiet. Fang Yi heard it clearly.
Fang Yi thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's really hard to say when it comes to style. I don't think I have to explain this to journalists like you, right? I think both styles are very good, why can there only be one linearism?
direction, instead of two directions? As for the works I participated in this exhibition, they are not linearism, but classicism." After saying that, he smiled at everyone and took Zheng Yuan's hand and walked inside.
These reporters did not ask further questions, because tomorrow these people will be able to see the works. If they are not exhibited to the public, it does not mean that they are not exhibited to the media. The second to fifth days are open days for media reporters, and then these people can appreciate them.
arrive.
From the reporters at the scene, it was clear that what Fang Yi was talking about was not comparable to the American entertainment industry awards. Microphones and cameras were rare. Most of them only had recording equipment in their hands. Not to mention that there was not even a red carpet on this step.
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Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan walked to the door with their fingers clasped tightly, and handed the invitation letter in their hands to the waiter at the door. The waiter checked it and said: "Mr. and Mrs. Fang, please!", indicating that Fang Yi and the two could go in.
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Entering the exhibition hall, go up the stairs facing the hall. The entire exhibition hall is a huge square box. From the perspective of domestic people, it looks like the exterior wall has not been finished yet, just a layer of cement.
The shape of the wall. The entire exhibition hall is ten meters high. The first floor is usually divided into five or six small exhibitions.
The hall is mainly used for holding small art exhibitions. Any artist can apply and hold an art exhibition as long as they get permission, and there is no charge. At this time, the exhibition hall has been withdrawn, and the first floor has been turned into a banquet hall.
It was used for the auction after the exhibition. The second floor is today's main exhibition hall.
On the second floor, there is an exhibition wall in front of you. There are two paragraphs written on it, Master Exhibition: Anders Canu, Artur Flo...Henry Bobile...Yifang. Anyway, five friends.
They are all listed above. Anders is ranked first because this guy has a good name.
, starting with A, and if Fang Yi is from China, he can still get an F, but according to the custom here in the United States, he can only get a Y. Anyway, there are really a lot of masters in this exhibition. There are a total of twelve people.
.Not only Michael Carson, but also figures such as Eric Fisher and John Colin.
The next paragraph is much less. There are only five emerging artists, and Fang Yi has never heard of any of them.
After turning around this wall, I saw a lot of people's heads and the works that had been hung on the wall. The first thing I saw when entering the exhibition hall was not the works of masters, but the works of cutting-edge artists. Fang Yi pulled Zheng Yuan
After looking at it for a while, I moved to another place and started looking at the works of contemporary famous artists. While looking at it, I smiled and said hello to the people next to me from time to time. Regardless of whether I recognized them or not, just smile a little.
Although Fang Yi's works are placed at the very back, the treatment is quite high. There are only three works by Fang Yi hanging on the two facing movable walls, while opposite are the three works brought by Popile this time.
This work is not only a work that the old man sent, but also his best work. In terms of quality, it is better than those previously sent for photography or exhibition. These three works have not appeared in other exhibitions.
Fang Yi took Zheng Yuan's hand and stood in front of the old man's work. He looked at it carefully. Even now, Fang Yi still admired the old man's physical skills in his heart. It was more real and natural than what was shown on his canvas.
Yes. It is said to be the structure of a three-dimensional movie, but the canvas is not a screen. The canvas cannot shine, nor can it
When I was able to participate in the exhibition, I put a strong light around me. Now the shapes in Fang Yi's works seem a bit restrained. Although the light is used to create a hierarchical structure, it is still a bit stiff. It is not as natural and vivid as the old works. Of course.
In terms of light, Popile's works are not as good as Fang Yi's, and the two of them can be considered very different.
Just as Fang Yi was watching, he felt Zheng Yuan shake his hand. Fang Yi followed Zheng Yuan's line of sight and saw the old man Bobile standing in front of his painting, looking at him.
"This old guy is Popile," Fang Yi said softly in Zheng Yuan's ear.
Zheng Yuan smiled after hearing this, and then said to Fang Yi: "I'm going to talk to Liu Yu!" After saying that, she turned to Bobile and smiled before turning and leaving.
"Your wife is much more polite than you," Popile walked up to Fang Yi and said straight up. There was no need to explain now. Everyone understood why Popile stopped in front of Fang Yi's works.
There is no one around within one or two meters! Who dares to come around like this?
Fang Yi smiled and said nothing, but this time Popile was 'very chatty' and said to himself: "I don't like you!".
"You don't think I like you, do you?" Fang Yi looked at the big French cock with his head raised and asked with a strange expression.
Popile just spoke in French, and Fang Yi answered in French. As everyone knows, French people generally hate talking in English. Knowing that Fang Yi can speak French, of course he must use French.
Before Bobil could answer, a burst of laughter came from beside him.
Fang Yi and Bobile turned their heads at the same time and looked at the person who made the laughter. A girl in her early twenties, wearing a decent evening dress. It seemed that she was either a daughter of some family or a celebrity.
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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen to what you two were talking about. It's just that your voices were a bit loud." After the girl said something to the two of them, she covered her mouth and walked away happily. To the girl's ears, these two famous people
The dialogue between the artists was a bit too funny, and both of them seemed to dislike each other.
The girl's smile made the atmosphere between Bobil and Fang Yi slightly relax. The two looked at each other's eyes for a minute, and then Bobil opened his mouth and said: "Your lighting is still a bit bright."
Features".
"Well, you're in good shape," Fang Yi retorted with a smile.
But this time Popile did not reply, but looked at his own work. In fact, at this time, the old man really wanted to ask Fang Yi how he painted such a sense of light, but it was a little self-esteem to ask directly.
I can't stand it and I'm afraid that Fang Yizhang will
I refused, but if I didn't ask, I couldn't hold back the desire in my heart. The expression on my face immediately revealed everything I was thinking. The expression was like constipation, red and white for a while. Now I'm just one step away.
The toilet made the old man squat.
"When I start creating in a while, I will find someone from the TV station to film it, and I will announce my techniques." Fang Yi looked at the old man's face and was happy for a while. Not to mention what the old man was thinking now, Fang Yi was also very happy.
He wanted to know how the old man drew such a round and voluminous figure, but Fang Yi couldn't ask, so he had to mention the fact that he was planning to reveal his technique.
"You want to announce it?" Upon hearing this, Popile's expression immediately changed from flashing red and white to a look of surprise.
Fang Yi nodded directly and said: "Of course it must be announced. Why keep it? How about providing it as a reference for others?"
Normally, Popile would have thought that Fang Yi was mocking him for hiding it, but at this time, he didn't take it into consideration and quickly asked Fang Yi, "How did you draw it?"
Fang Yi walked up to his work and began to explain how he layered it and how he dissolved the colors. He talked for about five or six minutes, and he was done.
"Do you understand?" After Fang Yi finished speaking, he asked Popile who was standing next to him with a thoughtful look on his face.
Fang Yi asked this question on purpose. If Fang Yi told others like this, they would not understand. But if he said it to Bobil, it was enough. If he couldn't understand, then he was not Bobil.
Popile raised his head and glanced at Fang Yi, and then started to point at Fang Yi's works and start talking about his body painting techniques. At this time, Fang Yi also put away his mind and listened attentively to every word that Popile said.
Bobile also spoke for five minutes. After speaking, he raised his head to Fang Yi and said, "Do you understand?"
Fang Yi nodded seriously.
"Such a comparison is meaningless." Popile pointed to the three works of himself and Fang Yi: "What are you going to paint next? Let's find the same theme and create our own, and then compete next year!".
Fang Yi looked at the old man's face and thought to himself: How come you, an old guy, are still so competitive at such an old age! What kind of proposition creation are you planning to play with me?
"Say!" Isn't it just for fun? Besides, everyone has absorbed each other's characteristics. Who is afraid of whom at the same height?
"This is my proposal. You will propose a topic this year, and I will propose a topic for the next exhibition." Bobile said to Fang Yi forcefully.
"Let's take a self-portrait!" Fang Yi said without thinking, let's play if you want, whoever is afraid of whom. Don't say I'm taking advantage of you, my portrait is much prettier than yours!
Popile nodded: "No problem! There is no background and only seats can appear on the canvas!".
"According to what you said," Fang Yi said with a smile.
"See you next year!" Bobile said, glanced at Fang Yi and turned away.