In the next two days, this group of people went back to China in groups just like when they came. They had no interest in spending a few days in Los Angeles.
When Fang Yi wanted to keep everyone entertained for a few more days, basically everyone would say: Is there anything fun in Los Angeles?
The only ones who agreed to stay for a few days were Qu Gu and Su Meng. The reason why they stayed was not to play, but because Qu Yuan liked to play with Fang Ru now and was too lazy to stay at Uncle Fang's house and didn't want to leave.
Little Fang Rui is only a little over a year old. As long as it is a living creature that he can play with, he is interested. Xiao Quyuan also seems to like this younger brother who is not running well. Maybe he is interested in little Quyuan.
Some people say that little Fang Nu is just a big meat toy that does not require batteries. The two little people, one big and one small, want to play together as soon as they open their eyes.
Su Meng yawned and walked downstairs. It looked like she couldn't wake up at all. Her whole body was limp and swaying slightly.
"Oops! I'm so exhausted!" Su Meng sat down at the dining table, supported her head with her arms and said. After speaking, she reached out and took a piece of bread, put it into her mouth and started chewing.
Fang Yi looked at Su Meng and said jokingly: "You and Qu Gu should be more restrained. Look, you can still go downstairs. Qu Gu can't even go downstairs at this point!" After saying this, Fang Yi stretched out his hand.
He pointed to the watch on his wrist.
"Smash you to death!" Su Meng picked up a small piece of bread crumbs, balled it up twice, and threw it towards Fang Yi. The bread ball thrown towards Fang Yi was blocked by the book in Fang Yi's hand and fell to the ground.
On the table.
"Look! It's really a thief." Su Meng pointed at Fang Yi and said to Zheng Yuan: "I woke up early in the morning and started having sex right from breakfast." After saying that, she asked Fang Yi jokingly: "
How are you? Master Fang, what did the media praise you for today? Do you have any unique talent that will not be seen in a century?"
Fang Yi smiled after hearing this and threw the magazine in his hand on the table: "Nothing, just playing the same old tune! Where is Qu Gu, why don't you bring the two boys down for dinner!".
"Who cares whether he eats or not? I'm not hungry!" Su Meng smiled, then winked at Zheng Yuan, stretched out her hand and pointed at the magazine Fang Yi threw down.
Zheng Yuan pushed the magazine in front of Su Meng: "Since Xiao Yuan likes Xiao Zu so much, you and Qu Gu should just seize the time to give Yuan a younger brother and sister. Anyway, you will be fine."
"You have nothing to do to have a baby? You are really degenerate!" Su Meng flipped through the magazine in her hand. She just turned two pages and looked up at Fang Yi: "Look at how disgusting the praise in this magazine is! Is it something famous?
Where are the art journals?”
After saying that, he took another look and started reading: "The two self-portraits of Bobiel and Fang Yi are the foundation works of postclassicism! They are also two great works. Only when you stand in front of these two
From the front of the work, you can understand why many magazines call Bobile and Fang Yi great artists. The two joined forces to push classicism to a new realm, a realm or a field. Even the predecessors of the great masters have
Unattainable!".
After reading this, Su Meng glanced at Fang Yi, then lowered her head and continued reading: "Fang Yi's painting style is elegant and clear, solemn with a bit of bright joy. And Popile's painting style is strong and powerful. Like
Passionate horns, biting spring breeze.
One is pure and delicate, the other is clumsy. Although there are such obvious differences, they both have the same name, masters of postclassicism! Together they created and perfected the incredible postclassicism style! When you
stand in front of their work
, what you feel is no longer the painting in front of you, but the scenery in the painting, each person and tree. Even the mottled spots on the floor and wall will make you surprised: how can people paint like this! When you finish reading the work
.I was lost in thought and thought of Raphael’s tomb.
Zhi: When he was alive, the goddess of nature was afraid of being conquered by him. When he died, the goddess of nature was afraid of dying with him! Now the man who conquered the goddess of nature appeared, and classicism also showed its vitality again because of the two men.
…”.
After reading this article, Su Meng turned a few more pages: "Why has no one reported on our old songs?".
"Why not? Just continue reading from behind," Fang Yi said to Su Meng.
"Damn! So this is where I introduced the artists participating in the October Exhibition by the way! There are not even a hundred words in total, not even a paragraph to praise you." Su Meng turned to that page and looked at it after reading it.
Fang Yi said: "You two are so popular now, right?"
"Just so so!" Fang Yi said with a little pride on his face.
Zheng Yuan glanced at her husband and said with a smile: "Look how proud he is these days! And he reads these magazines every day and feels complacent in the praises from others!".
"You are being praised so disgustingly, how can you stand listening to it?" Su Meng flipped through another magazine. This one is for a die-hard trumpeter. The magazine "Classical Wave" that has returned to the classicism movement has a lot of praise in it.
Yihe Bobile is even more miraculous. He is the greatest artist of the 21st century and another monumental figure in the history of painting after the three masters of the Renaissance, Titian and Ingres.
The whole article is trying its best to praise the post-classical main style, and at the end it concludes: "Those so-called depictions of reality are outdated, and they talk about the artist expressing his heart, but don't know what he is painting.
Art brokers and swindlers, you should be careful, because classical themes have been revived again! You no longer have many opportunities to sell nonsense things at sky-high prices just by pretending to be sophisticated!
”.
Fang Yi put a piece of bread into his mouth and chewed it while saying: "Of course I like to hear people praise me, but I'm not a psychopath and like to hear people scold me!".
"Aren't you disgusted by what you heard? I feel a little sick to my stomach when I see you blowing me off so much!" Su Meng threw away the magazine in her hand and clapped her hands and said.
"That's because they're not praising you!" Fang Yi jokingly said. During this period, almost all art media have reported on his and Popile's works. Fang Yi knows what heights he has reached now.
The master-level image in my mind almost blinded me with my twenty-four krypton gold eyes.
Then again, my works are drawn one by one with my own techniques. I didn’t use a piece of cloth to apply black or blue or anything like that, just pretending that I had painted a masterpiece. In my works, the characters are just characters, lifelike.
.Trees are trees. Lush and lush! With the paintbrush in your hand, you control the canvas to show the scene in your mind.
Those who dare to claim that they are masters of art just by painting a clay figure with blue paint are not embarrassed, so why should I be embarrassed?
With this idea in mind, whatever the magazine says, I can be content with myself. One of the greatest contemporary artists, the most representative artist of the early 20th century, the twin stars of postclassicism, anyway, the magazine published
You don’t need to pay for your reputation. Just use your words and let everyone just say it!
Even the authoritative "Art Review", a British magazine that has always been tight-lipped, has to admit in the article that Fang Yi is one of the most outstanding artists in contemporary art. One is one, and the other two
It's really hard to say how many there are. Not only did Bobile himself say it, Lucian could also calculate it. In addition, there are probably about ten people in the group. Everyone stayed together.
As for praising these things, Fang Yi just looks at them while eating, and as soon as he puts down his rice bowl or enters the studio. Fang Yi will never think of these things, because Fang Yi knows that if these people praise you today, they will also praise you tomorrow.
It's the same way to belittle you. For Fang Yi, magazines are just magazines, just take a look and that's the end of it.
After finishing the meal, Qu Gu also came down from upstairs.
"Fang Yi! Are you going to go horse riding later?" Qu Gu sat down at the table and dipped the bread into the soup in front of him, then sipped it and looked at his friend who was about to get up and said.
"If you want to ride, hurry up. What time is it now?" Fang Yi said, looking at his watch.
"Now is the perfect time! The sun is warm. There is no such warm sun in Canada at this time. Besides, I can't get off even if I want to. The two little things are entangled!" Qu Gu said while speeding up his sucking.
Fang Yi waited for Qu Gu to eat something quickly, and the two of them walked towards the stable. After that, they got busy with the whole task of saddlery, and the two of them rode the horses and trotted along the grass for a while.
"Hey~!" Qu Gu pulled the reins, and the horse changed from a trot to a brisk step.
Qu Gu turned his head and watched Fang Yi follow him and stand side by side with him. He turned his head and said to Fang Yi: "My gallery sold one of the works in this exhibition!".
"Oh! So fast?" Fang Yi blinked and said, "Okay!".
"Six hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" Qu Gu directly gave the price to Fang Yi.
After hearing this price, Fang Yi felt that it was very good, because Qu Gu painted traditional Chinese painting. Although it was a bit Westernized, the general direction was still traditional Chinese painting. The price of US$650,000 was really good.
.
"It's average. If I convert it into RMB and put it in China, I'm afraid it won't be able to sell for the same price as Tao Yong's works." Qu Gu is quite satisfied with the price now.
"If you want to switch to domestic sales, that's fine, just tell your gallery," Fang Yi said to Qu Gu.
Qu Gu said without thinking, "Forget it! I'll just settle down in North America and mix things up first! By the way, do you estimate the price of your work this time? Can it surpass last year's National Memorial painting?"
"Unlikely!" Fang Yi thought for a moment and said to Qu Gu: "It would be good if the price is above 130,000! Because it shouldn't be sold to an old man like Popile."
Fang Yi was not dazzled by the overwhelming praise. His paintings were very good, but more than ten million dollars was still money! Real dollars. If he died, he might earn tens of millions or hundreds of millions.
or something, but now I still
He is alive, and he is still less than thirty years old. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be no problem to jump a few more decades. Don't think these things are trivial, but they are all factors that restrict the price of paintings. If he were alive, every work would be
Tens of millions, that in itself is a miracle.
As for a painting that costs hundreds of millions and is in U.S. dollars, either the U.S. dollar is now equivalent to the RMB, or you are sleeping and dreaming. (To be continued...)