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Chapter 418

Looking at the resplendent back of Bobile, the old man, Fang Yi couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He turned his attention to the old man's three works and looked at them for another five minutes. After recalling the techniques just now,

I continued to look at other works. While looking at them, I kept chatting with the people who came over. These people included critics and the collectors who bought the paintings in front of me. Of course, there were also some reporters who had arranged interviews. These were all

It is a well-known American art media.

After looking around, Fang Yi felt that the works exhibited this time were much higher than last year's. Even the so-called emerging artists this year are somewhat famous, at least more reliable than last year's ones.

Too many.

"Yi! Did you make Bobile angry again?" Zou Heming stood next to Fang Yi and asked his friend.

Fang Yi blinked: "Does it look like he left because I was angry? He should have left happily, right?".

"Happy?" Zou Heming glanced at Fang Yi and shook his head: "Who can tell whether he is happy or angry? He has almost the same expression all day long!".

"I communicated with him, and we talked about our respective techniques and agreed that when the next exhibition is held, there will be a propositional work among the works." Fang Yi said to Zou Heming: "Do you think he can stay there?"

?". Not only Popile, but also Fang Yi is feeling a little itchy now. He really wants to go back to the studio to verify the old man's technique of drawing figures. Although he knows that he can definitely do it, there is still a beating desire in his heart.

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"Will you have new works in next year's October exhibition?" Zou Heming likes this question the most.

Fang Yi nodded lightly: "There won't be three paintings, only two works."

"Two paintings are fine!" Zou Heming is happy as long as there are works. It doesn't matter if Fang Yi has three paintings or two.

After saying this to Fang Yi, Zou Heming tapped Fang Yi on the shoulder, indicating that he would greet the guests. After taking two steps, he turned to Fang Yi and asked, "Are you ready?"

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Fang Yi was slightly stunned after hearing this: "Are you ready for what?". He thought to himself, what does this person mean by saying this without any clue?

"Standing side by side with Bobile now! He has a reputation now and it won't be long before you will also have it. He is the greatest classicist painter of our time." After Zou Heming finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Fang Yi's answer.

It turned out to be this! Fang Yi smiled, who is the greatest classical painter? How can there be the best when there are two? Fang Yi smiled and looked around to find Zheng Yuan and his friends.

"square!".

Before Fang Yi found Zheng Yuan, he met an old acquaintance, the French critic Jean Clair. This critic had praised Fang Yi's works since the Venice Biennale. During the years of silence, Fang Yi also supported Fang Yi.

A staunch supporter of Yi.

"Hello, Jean," Fang Yi said, shaking hands with him.

"Well done, great work." Jean-Claire shook hands with Fang Yi and continued: "I have once again promoted the linearism style for you. Who knows that it has turned to classicism and pushed classicism further."

Fang Yi quickly said: "Thank you, thank you!".

He is very friendly to Jean-Claire Fang Yi. This is also human nature. Everyone will have a good impression of a person who openly praises himself in magazines.

The two chatted for five or six minutes. Most of the time, Fang Yi was talking about the background of his three works and how he accomplished such a leap. Of course, Fang Yi didn't do anything to himself.

It's like a report meeting, talking about how entangled and painful it is. How did you get through this period of time? That is something that advanced and typical talents in China can do. When the person above said it, the people below were in tears. This is not Fang Yi's.

style, and I don’t think you need to talk about it to others to prove that you are awesome.

"You still have works during the whole process? Can I go to your studio tomorrow to see it?" Jean Claire became interested immediately upon hearing this.

Fang Yi shook his head after hearing this and looked at Jean Claire's expression. He immediately explained: "It's no problem to go to my place. If you have time tomorrow, I welcome you to visit my home. But if you want to see the six works, you have to go."

New York. These works are now in the Lawrence Gallery."

Originally, these works were supposed to be displayed in this October exhibition. However, because of the large scale and the number of people attending the master exhibition, Zou Heming did not display these works by Fang Yi. Others were only four or five.

Fang Yi has nine pictures all at once? Don’t wait.

Treating others as non-human beings. It’s quite demonic to have these three works, and to include them as works of the process of exploration. Isn’t this a “chiluo” naked artist who is being used as a stepping stone to participate in a master’s exhibition? This is a master.

The exhibition is not Fang Yi’s solo exhibition!

Jean Claire nodded after listening to Fang Yi's explanation: "Then I will go to New York tomorrow. As for your invitation, we will discuss it later. I will come again in a few days."

"No problem, you are welcome to come to my home as a guest at any time," Fang Yi said generously.

After Jean Clair said a few more words, the two separated. Fang Yi also found Zheng Yuan and several ladies chatting quietly in a corner, with Artur and Keshma next to them.

"Have you finished watching the whole circle?" Keshima looked at Fang Yi walking over, smiled and joked to his friend: "This time everyone is here to make a background for you!".

"Thank you very much." Fang Yi smiled and stood next to Zheng Yuan: "Where are Anders and Rude?" As he got closer, Fang Yi realized that the female photographer named Angela was there.

"They came a little later to see the works on display. Popile left not long ago. The old man still had the same expression when he saw us. Has there been any change when he looked at you?" Artur said with a smile.

"It's not like a cat hates a dog." Fang Yi said: "The only good thing is that he and I exchanged what we are good at."

Liu Yu didn't know much about art, and now he has given up his translation work to become a housewife. He and Keshma gave birth to another daughter. After hearing Fang Yi's words, he couldn't help but ask: "Is it clear just by talking about it? What if?"

What if he has a hand?".

Keshima smiled and said to his wife: "If he can do it, then he will not be Bobil."

Fang Yi and Artur also smiled after hearing this. The three women didn't understand, but Fang Yi and the three of them understood it without saying anything. Not to mention whether Fang Yi could determine the truth or falsehood, Bobil's pride would not let him do this.

Do.

Keshma, Fang Yi and Artur chatted for a while and then felt uncomfortable talking in the exhibition. The three of them walked towards the exit on the second floor and followed the steps to a small conference room on the first floor. There were several rooms in the exhibition hall.

The people are so familiar.

As soon as he sat down, Fang Yi asked his two friends: "The female photographer named Angela was invited by Rude?".

"Rudd's female companion can also be said to be a spiritual couple," Artur said to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi understood as soon as he heard it: "Plato?" He looked at Artu and nodded in disbelief and said, "What kind of trouble is this!".

Rude's health was good. From time to time, he would bring a model over. Why did he play with this female photographer?

We started chatting, and now everyone is talking normally, Keshma said

Talking about how much fun his one-year-old daughter is, Fang Yi naturally talked about how cute his son is, while Artur listened with envy on his face. He didn't know whether it was because of wrong methods or luck.

It's been almost a year since the couple decided to have a baby, but there's still no movement.

"Yi!" Just as the three of them were chatting about their children, Rude and Anders walked in.

Pulling up a chair at the table and sitting down, Anders asked Fang Yi: "I heard that you and Popile exchanged techniques? How did he draw such a shape?".

After hearing this question from his friend, Fang Yi began to explain Bobiel's technique. It was simple and only took about ten minutes. However, after hearing this, people like Keshima shook their heads one after another. Knowing that it was just one time

Well, if you can draw it, that's another matter. At least the four of them can't draw such a thing at the moment.

"We just heard two comments," Anders said with a smile to Fang Yi: "Everyone said that it was not easy for people who painted classicism and realism to be famous, but Poppy made it even harder for people to mix with them.

Now, I have added you, and next year I will have to face the combined skills of you and Popile. I want to set a new benchmark."

"After Ingres, there are two true masters of classicism," Rude looked at Fang Yi and joked with a smile.

Fang Yi smiled and said nothing after hearing this. What Anders said was true. When his own techniques were combined with those of Popile, the form and light were perfectly combined, then a new standard of classicism appeared.

In the future, artists who paint classic or hyper-realistic works will inevitably face this problem. Moreover, the techniques of these two people are not that easy. It will take at least ten or twenty years of immersion in painting from being incompetent to painting well.

There is talent in drawing something like this.

Of course, it's a different matter if someone like Fang Yi has something in his head. Others progress step by step, but Fang Yi's progress is different from that of ordinary artists. Now his skills are even better than Keshma's.

Shaking his head, you can see how difficult this thing is! And Fang Yi

Of course I know better if I create it myself. Not to mention other things, almost all the brushes Fang Yi uses now are small round pens. The smallest ones are about the same as the eyebrow pencils used by girls. They have soft bristles, hard bristles, wolf hairs, etc.

Six pieces, the previous flat pens were almost useless in the long creative process.

I don’t know if a talented person will appear in the future to improve the techniques of the two, but as of now, the next one who can draw the classicism that Fang Yi and Popile jointly achieve will have to spend at least ten years on techniques.

, if you want to become famous, you probably have to be around forty at the earliest.

Because classicism is not simpler, but more difficult.


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