But when it comes to Moji, no one can beat Zou Heming now. After all six works were exhibited in Europe, he actually came up with the idea to exhibit them in China. Fang Yi really doubted that he was not really interested in Chinese models.
The man's thick wallet actually persuaded the French Gallery and Bobiel to let three of the old man's works and Fang Yi's three works go to China for a tour.
"It seems that if I want to receive the money for these three paintings, I have to wait until at least June." Fang Yi sighed and said to Zou Heming on the other end of the phone.
Zou Heming laughed: "Are you short of money now? If you have difficulties in life, you can tell me. It's no problem to advance one million yuan!".
"It's better to keep your money for you to watch the lap dance!" Fang Yile joked: "The boss is not young anymore, you don't find a wife, you just go to nightclubs all day long, and your life is just normal.
Son".
"Why are you taking this risk when you have nothing to do?" Zou Heming said disdainfully: "Find a woman to spend your money. If you get divorced, you will take away part of the money! How can you live a free and easy life now! One of you is Anders.
Your thoughts are the same as mine. You three are too ordinary, and I can’t compare to Rude.
This man's emotional world is so rich that ordinary people can't understand it! By the way, I'm going to China soon. The first stop is Mingzhu, and the second stop is Shicheng. There are four cities in total. Do you want to come with me? The most recent contemporary
An exhibition of outstanding classicist artists’ works, you can come and feel everyone’s admiring gaze!”.
After hearing this, Fang Yi immediately began to shake his head: "Let's forget it! No one is bothering you. If I go, I don't know how many troubles will be waiting for me!" Fang Yi doesn't like to get involved in this.
Go. Human relationships in China are too complicated. Which of the cities participating in the exhibition are there?
There are too few domestic masters, and you might be faced with invitations or exchanges. If you don’t go, you won’t respect the seniors. If you go, it will be more troublesome. If you go to this invitation but not to that, you might offend someone.
, I might as well stay here in Los Angeles and make my own documentary.
"That's it, I'm still busy here." Zou Heming said and hung up the phone.
Fang Yi listened to the humming music on the phone in his ear. He put the phone in his pocket, opened the studio door and said, "Sorry! Everyone can continue." After saying that, he turned on the small microphone again.
Pin it to your lapel and signal the photographer nearby to start working.
Now there are two cameras in Fang Yi's studio. One mainly records Fang Yi's movements on the canvas, and the other captures Fang Yi including the canvas. Several staff members came for a while after Christmas and then
On the fourth day of the Chinese New Year, I returned to Fang Yi’s studio and started to continue working.
"What I am going to draw now is the third edge line of the character, which is somewhat different from the previous two. This time I will use a softer pen tip. The pen I have is Langhao, with a diameter of four millimeters. This layer is the final layer.
The effect I want for the outer body line is to have a certain degree of blurring from the inside out, so that when the varnish is applied at the end, it will look
The edges of the form will appear more light, so that the final object form will be more straight and solid, the transition of light will be softer, and it will be separated from the background..." Fang Yi held the pen in his hand and pointed it at the camera lens in detail
He explained the special pen he had made. Then he explained in detail his technique and the effect he wanted to achieve.
Several BBC photographers have become accustomed to it. At first, they were not used to Fang Yi's painting style. These talents have photographed some artists painting before, but now it seems that none of them are slower than Fang Yi.
Compared to, even those who paint realistically
, the painting was as fast as a rabbit running. After half a day of shooting, I saw that Fang Yi's brush almost covered the canvas, but the progress was almost unnoticeable. I saw that Fang Yi used extremely small brushes throughout the day.
The tip of his pen was poking here and there on the canvas.
After explaining his tools, Fang Yi started painting on the canvas.
Waiting for the camera to start, the two camera crew members looked at each other and left Fang Yi's studio, leaving the camera to continue working while he walked to the door of the studio and smoked a cigarette.
"I heard that the filming will last for more than half a year. I thought it was nonsense, but now it seems that it is really like this. The painting is a little too much." One person took a puff of cigarette, sat down on the steps and faced
said the colleague.
"Stop complaining." Another person also sat down: "Fang Yi's living habits are very good. He can take a day off from time to time, not to mention that he doesn't even work overtime. How about you change things with those people in Paris?
Let’s do it!”.
"If you think about Popile's temper, you will know that he is not an easy person to serve," the man said, blowing out a smoke ring.
"I heard from some people in Paris that it's not because he has a bad temper, but because Popile likes to paint from ten o'clock in the evening to seven in the morning! Everyone there has to stay up late with him, which is equivalent to us here. Fang Yi also made it unnecessary for us to shoot the repetitive parts during commuting and get off work, as we kept filming there!"
"How much do you think Fang Yi's works are worth now?".
"I think it should be as high as Popile. A painting would cost around 10 million. It's hard to say if you meet someone who particularly likes it. A painting could cost tens of millions. If you win like Abu
With the eyes of people like Ramovich, there are things that even fifty or sixty million people cannot predict with certainty.”
"You are so young. Fang Yi is six or seven years younger than me! The income from one painting is enough for me to spend my whole life."
"Wait until someone says you are Raphael. Now go back and watch the camera honestly. Thanks to Blair, so many people are unemployed, but our jobs are still there!" After saying that, he stood up and put out the phone in his hand.
He put out his cigarette butt, patted his colleague on the shoulder and walked towards the studio.
The two of them arrived at the studio one after another and saw that Fang Yi was still painting the small area and continued to stand behind the camera.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Yi found that he had almost finished the painting. The remaining work might not be done tomorrow, let alone today. He had to wait for the paint and oil on the canvas to dry. This time it was
The bottom is completely dry. The weather outside is gloomy right now, so I have to wait until at least tomorrow night before I can continue painting on the canvas.
After informing several BBC staff members that they would not come over tomorrow, I saw these people returning to their residence in Painter Village with joy on their faces. I then returned to the nursery to see the child.
Little Dongxi is now much more fun than before. He can already crawl. He can crawl out a long way after being put on the ground, and he can also sit and play with toys.
When they arrived at the baby room, Fang Yi took the little thing over from Jill's arms and said, "You go and have a rest. I'll take him until Zheng Yuan comes back."
Jill nodded to Fang Yi and left the baby room with a smile.
Little Fang was very happy when he saw his father. He immediately stretched out his hand to pull Fang Yi's face, and inserted his wet hand covered in saliva directly into Fang Yi's nostril.
Tilting his head to avoid his son's clutches, Fang Yi directly sat his son down on the carpet in the house, half a meter away from where he was sitting, holding a tinkling colorful plastic ball in his hand to attract his son's attention.
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Every time he crawled to Fang Yi, Fang Yi would move his buttocks and move away a little. After crawling two or three times, little Fang Yi became dissatisfied and began to sit on the carpet, hugging his feet and chewing them.
Fang Yi shook the toy in his hand, but failed to attract his son's attention for more than a minute. He simply lay down on his side, facing his son directly, and gently pinched the small flesh of his son's body with his hands.
"There's no need to eat tonight," Fang Yi said cheerfully, looking at the fat little feet in his son's mouth. The eyes he looked at his son were full of love.
Not sure whether he understood his father's words, little Fang Nuo looked at his father's smiling face and immediately started laughing too. His saliva pulled out a bright thin line from his big toe, and one end hung on the corner of his mouth. Then he moved toward
Fang Yi shook his two fat hands vigorously.
Fang Yi hugged his son to his belly and let his son lie on his belly. Not sure whether his son could understand, he started talking to the little thing, telling fairy tales and other things for a while. After talking for a while, Fang Yi
He fell asleep on his father's belly. Fang Yi, who was immersed in a happy life, seemed to be infected by his son and felt a little sleepy. He put his son in his arms and fell asleep.
In the dream, Fang Yi dreamed that he was playing with his son. He said he was playing, but in fact he was teaching his son to paint. The father and son were standing in front of the easel. Suddenly, a gust of wind with a slight fragrance blew over. The wind was so strong that it was almost disturbing.
Fang Yi couldn't open his eyes. When he waited to open his eyes, Fang Yi found that his son was missing. He immediately woke up, opened his eyes and started looking for his son who was taken away by the monster.
"You're still taking care of the child, and you're already asleep!" Zheng Yuan said with a smile as she watched Fang Yi open her eyes.
"So you are the fragrant wind monster!" Fang Yi muttered and said softly.
"What did you say?" Zheng Yuan asked casually without hearing what Fang Yi said clearly.
"nothing!".
Zheng Yuan put her two little feet on the ground with her hands on the child's little squeaky nest: "My son has teeth!".
"What!" Fang Yi immediately sat up after hearing this and looked at his son with a smile on his face: "Where is it?"
"There is a small cusp on the lower gums." Zheng Yuan used her hand to open up Ji Zi's drool-drenched lower lip and said, "It hurt me when I was bitten. No wonder my saliva has been drooling for the past two days.
of".
"Indeed, this doesn't look like a child at all. It's like a spitball warrior in StarCraft!" Fang Yi looked at the little teeth in his son's mouth. He really wouldn't have known it if Zheng Yuan hadn't told him.
"I'm going to get my camera and take some pictures!" Fang Yi was just about to stand up when he heard the door being pushed open and the servant Luo Lun walked in.
"Sir! Someone from a certain competition called and said that he wanted to invite you to be a judge for a certain competition. He asked if you are interested!"
"No! Say no for me." Fang Yi quickly walked towards the camera at home. What awards and competitions are there now? There is nothing more important than the first baby tooth growing in his son's mouth.