The intention of Nick's call was very clear, and the question was very direct. As the museum's appraiser, Nick waited for the call to come through. He didn't even bother to say hello. When he heard Fang Yi's voice, he immediately asked: "Why are you so sure?
Is the one in the hands of the Japanese a forgery?"...
Fang Yi only saw the interests of this appraiser, who was an old friend, and didn't talk too much to him. To put it bluntly, Fang Yi couldn't explain this clearly. He could point out some differences and explain them in plain language, but
For Fang Yi, he didn't know how many questions the old man would have to answer, so he might as well let him figure it out on his own. It also allowed him to practice his brain and prevent Alzheimer's disease.
A very important point in determining whether this work is authentic is to rely on your own intuition. This is an intuition that can only be formed by immersing yourself in Rubens's works for a long time. With this feeling
, by comparing the two works, you can find which one best fits the artist's continuous painting habits.
Regardless of whether he is a painter or something else, he must first be a person. As a person, he will have some unique habits and preferences. To be honest, if he didn't have something in his head, Fang Yi would definitely think that what the Japanese put there was an authentic one.
This painting is a copy. It's not because of anything else, it's just a common cognitive habit. Usually, we don't even think that things marked as authentic in museums can be fake!
"As long as you come to this work and take a look at it, and then compare it with the things in the Japanese pavilion, maybe you will understand!" Fang Yi sighed softly and said, "I knew earlier that the ones in the Japanese pavilion were not authentic.
But I haven’t said anything yet!”.
Nick immediately asked: "Why didn't you say it?".
For Nick, encountering and identifying forgeries is not only his profession but also his hobby, and his greatest achievement comes from this. Of course, if Nick discovers a forgery, he will speak out immediately, regardless of the work.
Where is it placed?
But that’s not what Fang Yi thinks. As long as the forgeries have nothing to do with him, he can put them wherever he likes! Fang Yi’s main business is painting, not appraisal, and Fang Yi’s character is a little too high-minded.
Naturally, I would not show such thoughts, and I would be even less interested in talking about the fake paintings in the Japanese pavilion when they are nothing.
"Why should I say that?" This was Fang Yi's answer.
This answer made Nick stunned for a while, and then he said: "I will go there with a few colleagues tomorrow to take a good look at the original painting you mentioned!" After speaking, Nick hung up the phone directly.
For Nick and his colleagues, Fang Yi is a humanoid identification machine, and it has never made any mistakes so far. What’s even more awesome is that as long as the drawing is on Fang Yi’s hand and he plays with it for a while,
You can determine the authenticity without using anything. After doing this for a long time, people like Nick have a kind of almost blind confidence in Fang Yi.
Fang Yi listened to the beeping sound coming from the other end of the phone. He took the phone from his ear and took a look at it: "Why does the old man still have such a personality? It hasn't changed at all from before!".
In the following time, Fang Yi finally settled down and no more calls came to harass him.
Nick came here in a hurry. He took three or four old men with him and arrived in Los Angeles the next night. He didn't bother Fang Yi and directly booked a hotel. After a day of rest, a few people went directly to the exhibition hall to see it.
That work.
Just because Nick didn't notify Fang Yi, it doesn't mean that Fang Yi didn't know that they were at the exhibition hall of the October Exhibition. For old friends to come here, Fang Yi had to show some kindness as a landlord, not to mention that Nick also taught him
There are a lot of things about painting appreciation. Without Nick, he wouldn't be able to do anything like Pissarro. Anyway, the friendship between the two is really deep. Fang Yi is going to see his old friends and invite Nick and others to his home.
Have a meal or something.
At this time, the October Exhibition had not yet arrived, so Fang Yi directly rode his horse, guessing that it was almost time for the opening of the exhibition, and rode towards the exhibition hall.
When they reached the horse track outside the exhibition hall, Fang Yi had to slow down his horse, because at this time, there were many young people living in the art village riding horses for a walk on the horse track. The speed was too fast, and sometimes it was easy to hit them.
Others. And I have to say hello to these people from time to time.
In the Art Village, horse riding seems to have become a kind of sport. A large number of young artists who rarely exercised before seem to rely on riding horses every day to keep themselves healthy. As a result, the village now rents horses every day.
It has become a business, let alone a nearby horse storage place. Now there is such a small horse storage paddock near the October exhibition hall, which is prepared for people who come to the exhibition hall on horseback to watch the exhibition.
When Fang Yi arrived at the exhibition hall, he naturally kept his gentle husband here and handed the reins directly to the staff.
As soon as he entered the exhibition hall, Fang Yi went directly to the hall on the second floor where his paintings were hung to look for Nick. It didn't take much effort to find him. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Nick and two or three familiar faces.
I stood in front of the work, watching and discussing it, but in addition to these familiar faces, there were also two Asian faces standing next to me.
Fang Yi didn't pay much attention, and walked directly towards his old friend. When he was one or two meters away from the others, he lowered his voice a little: "Nick!".
Nick turned his face and looked directly at Fang Yi. He smiled at Fang Yi and then stretched out his hand to shake hands with his old friend: "Why are you here today?".
"You came here without even saying a word to me!" Fang Yi said with a smile: "Let me invite you to my house as a guest!".
Nick said happily: "Don't you think you can understand it just by looking at this work and comparing it? How would we feel about eating if we didn't understand this!".
The two of them were chatting here. Fang Yi's eyes shifted to the faces of the two Asians next to him. One look at their expressions and he knew that among the group of people he had always disliked, two of them were now standing there.
In front of him, he could tell by looking at the anger on the Japanese people. Although Fang Yi had never dated a kid, he still judged that the two and a half old men were kid.
Nick didn't care whether Fang Yi liked Japanese people or not. Seeing Fang Yi's eyes turning to the two of them, Nick immediately introduced Fang Yi and said: "These two are Japanese appraisal experts. They are also good at appraisal of oil paintings.
Very famous! This is Mr. Inukai Hiroshi, and this is Mr. Matsumotohara Goro!".
Fang Yi was stunned when he heard the first person's name. He couldn't help but think of Inukai? Are there people with this surname in Japan? This surname was chosen so forward-looking.
"I've been asking for Mr. Fang's name for a long time. It's a great honor to meet him today!" After hearing Nick's words, Inukai Hiroshi and Matsumotohara Goro immediately gave Fang Yi a ninety-degree bow, and then stretched out their hands to Fang Yi.
, such actions made the two of them very polite.
Since they were polite, Fang Yi felt unhappy but still put a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with the two little devils with low eyebrows. He said in a non-painful and non-itchy voice: "Long time, long time".
Wen Daiming’s kind words!
Not wanting to say anything to the two brats, Fang Yi turned the topic to Nick: "Do you see any difference between the two?".
Fang Yi asked directly when he saw the fine scan of the work in the Japanese pavilion placed next to Nick and the others.
Nick thought for a moment and said: "I can see the difference, but I'm not sure yet that this one is the authentic one. Maybe it will take me some time to figure it out!".
"Mr. Fang! How did you immediately tell that this painting is authentic?" After hearing what Nick said, Inukai Hiroshi immediately asked Fang Yi.
Fang Yi felt that there was really nothing to keep secret about this thing: "You have compared the two works more than once these days, right?".
Looking at the two little devils nodding their heads, Fang Yi continued: "Then what subtle differences can you see between the two works? How many are there in total?" After saying this, Fang Yi stretched out his hand.
He randomly clicked on a difference on the canvas, and then said: "What do you think is different about the same place in Jingsu's work?".
Hearing what Fang Yi said, the people around him all focused their gazes on the place where Fang Yi was talking about. After looking at it for a while, Nick seemed to understand a little bit.
The first person to say it was not Nick, but the kid Inukai Hiroshi. This kid in his fifties nodded and said: "Although the writing is very natural and smooth, it never feels like this painting. Although
The one hanging on the wall seems to be a little lacking in this regard. Sir, do you mean that it is this deficiency that makes this work more appropriate?"
"That's the truth!" Fang Yi couldn't help but praise this Comrade Quan Yang after hearing this. He was able to pick out these things just by saying this. This person also has two brushes in his appraisal skills.
Speaking of this, everyone needs to understand that it used to take a long time to paint an oil painting. During this time, the artist's mood would also change, and there would be times when he was happy and when he was depressed. This is not only the work of the artist's life.
There are ups and downs, and the same work will be affected by the emotions at that time.
Influenced by the impact, some small parts that have lost the standard will be retained. Think about it, it used to take several months, one or two years, or even several years to complete a work. How can it be possible for people to maintain such a stable value?
It's of such a high standard that even if it has some minor flaws, it's understandable.
Hearing what Fang Yi said, Comrade Inukai began to frown. Although he had thought of this, Comrade Inukai could not admit that the ones in the Japan Museum were copies. He hoped that he could
Find more conclusive evidence, and more convincing evidence.
He thought so in his heart, but Inukai didn't show it on his face. Instead, he raised his head and took two steps in front of the painting, looking at the works on the wall carefully.
Fang Yi chatted with Nick and two French appraisal experts here. As for being a guest, Fang Yi also talked about it. However, these old men didn't quite understand these things. They didn't want to eat or drink at all before, so Fang Yi had to
I left a few old men to continue looking at paintings stupidly, and then I went home.
I went home and had fun by myself, but the exhibition hall became more and more lively in the next time. Many appraisal experts came to see this work and then made their own voices heard. Of course, few of them told the truth, and most of them told lies.
There are really quite a few. (To be continued...)