Regarding his so-called trouble, Fang Yi didn't take it too seriously even though he understood it. This article was originally published by.
Mind the criticism, good character and cowardice are two different things. Fang Yi just wants to show that he has a good character, and then live his life peacefully. But when it comes to swearing, Master Fang now has a lot of confidence!
Just when Miranda was about to ask Fang Yi what trouble she had, she heard the studio door open.
Everyone in the studio turned their heads to the door and saw a little head peeking out. It was Fang Yi's precious son, Xiao Fang Tu.
"Dad, phone!" Little Fang Nu watched his father Fang Yi roar loudly in a clear childish voice, and then stood at the door and stared blankly at Miranda and the three of them.
Amy waved to Fang Nu, and the little thing looked at his father happily.
Fang Yi just stood up from his chair and walked to the door to answer the phone. When he saw his son looking at him with his little head raised, he reached out and touched his son's head and said with a smile: "Don't be naughty!".
This sentence allows the little person to go in and play.
Now without Fang Yi's permission, little Fang Nu can't play in the studio, because children will put anything in their mouths. Fang Yi's place is full of paints, and some of the paints are slightly toxic, but even if
These are paints that are poisonous and cannot be eaten. Naturally, we cannot let little Fang Nu run around in the studio and play around.
Fang Yi only let his son in because there were three Mirandas in the studio. If there was no one, Fang Yi would not dare to let his son in. If he damaged his painting, it would be a trivial matter. If it was damaged, it would be over if he repainted.
If the little man had a problem, not to mention being sad, he would definitely kill most of the four elderly people in his family!
Leaving his son to play with Miranda in the studio, Fang Yi walked quickly through the corridor and went to the living room to answer the phone.
The caller was not someone else. After saying hello and hearing the voice, Fang Yi knew it was Nick and couldn't help but said: "You can just call my cell phone, why are you calling home?".
Nick said sheepishly on the other end of the phone: "I forgot your mobile phone number. The number is on my mobile phone, and the address book in my hand now only contains the ones from your home! Let's not talk about this anymore, I have something to tell you.
one time!".
"What's going on?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask.
"Matsumoto Hara Goro and others are going to request the Tokyo Museum of Western Art to display that work side by side with yours so that more appraisal experts can directly compare the two works!"
Hearing what Nick said, Fang Yi couldn't help but pause for a moment. He was not thinking about what the little devil was planning. After thinking about it, a thought popped into his mind: Could it be that the little devil was planning to do Li Daitao Zang? Or
Is it the civet cat who exchanged for the prince and exchanged his real handiwork back?
When Fang Yi mentioned the little devils, he took every precaution. He put all the darkest thoughts in his heart on these people. He didn’t expect that even a third of his caution would not fall on the old man Bobile.
The way of things. Besides, the Japanese want to change. There is no chance. There are so many pairs of eyes looking at it, and these eyes are all for appraisal. Besides, the Japanese cannot afford to lose this person, so they can change the painting.
It's better to pretend to be grand.
Nick listened to Fang Yi being silent for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "Yi! Are you still there?".
"Yes, yes!" Fang Yi said quickly: "You have to talk to Lawrence about this, not me!" After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yi realized that the little devil didn't seem to have any chance to play any tricks, so he just said this
Let’s put things aside for now.
"I'm just telling you about this matter. The person who handles the matter will naturally ask Lawrence, and Lawrence may have agreed now." Nick said to Fang Yi: "I called just to tell you. A few of us
The conclusion now tends to support your argument, and now this painting is authentic!".
"Oh!" Fang Yi just said oh. Fang Yi knew it was an authentic work even before he bought it. Naturally, Nick's words made Fang Yi feel little pleased.
Anyway, after a phone call, Fang Yi learned that the fake painting that the Japanese were going to collect had been sent to Los Angeles and was displayed together with the real painting in his hand.
How could this thing be considered a big deal? Fang Yi put down the phone and put this matter to the back of his mind.
When Fang Yi returned to the studio, he found that his son was playing happily with the model. As soon as he entered the door, Fang Yi knew that several people were playing a drawing game, which meant that little Fang was drawing.
The little man stood directly opposite the three people.
Standing on a stool in front of an easel, one little fat hand is holding my palette, and the other little fat hand is holding a brush and pretending to be 'painting'. And the three models are chatting together.
, her feet were still crossed, and she didn’t have the consciousness to be a model at all.
Seeing this, Fang Yi suddenly felt happy. He walked to his son and looked at the three figures painted by his son on the canvas that he had framed. He wanted to see the three figures of Miranda and Miranda on the child's canvas.
Don't even think about being beautiful. It can't even be called a resemblance. The image of the three people on the canvas is a round or flat head, and then a few hairs are poked on the head. Under the head is a stick-like body, and then
It has the same stick-like arms, legs, and feet.
"The painting is good! It's very good." Fang Yi looked at his son and couldn't help but praise him. This kind of praise can only be a father's praise for his son, and has nothing to do with whether Fang Yi is an artist or not.
Looking at the sky in the background of his son's painting, Fang Yi felt that it was a bit laborious to paint a small figure, so he grabbed the paintbrush in his little hand and tiptoed to reach it. He couldn't help but give it a gentle lift, and let his son draw a figure on the top of the canvas.
The round sun, of course, has to shine next to it. I don’t know where the sun comes from in the studio.
Seeing his son put down the brush in his hand, Fang Yi asked with a smile: "Is the painting finished?".
"Well! I'm done!" Xiao Fangjun nodded like a little adult, and then said to himself: "Now I should call Uncle Zou and ask him to pick up my painting!"
Under the influence of his ears and eyes, the little thing also understood his father's steps. After he finished painting, he even learned to call Zou Heming. He didn't know if Zou Heming should cry when he received such a work, or should he cry.
Good laugh.
"Hahaha!" When Fang Yi heard what his son said, he couldn't help but feel happy, and kissed his son's little face: "Don't call Uncle Zou first, take it to Grandpa first.
Grandma, and mom, take a look!".
Seeing Fang Yi put down Fang Ru, Lily and the other two people also came over. When they saw what the little man was painting on the canvas, they suddenly started to praise again.
As a child, of course he was very proud of being praised. Little Fang Nu hugged the small canvas, which was more than 20 centimeters long and about 10 centimeters wide, to his chest, and then he jumped and ran towards the living room, trotting as he went.
Shouting loudly: "Grandpa and grandma... I drew a picture!".
Seeing this, Fang Yi was about to say to his son: Run slowly. Then he heard a thud from the corridor. He trotted to the door and looked along the corridor, and saw that his son was holding the painting and falling.
A dog gnawed mud.
There is one thing about the little thing that makes Fang Yi very satisfied, that is, at this time, it is not like ordinary children howling at the top of their lungs to win sympathy. Instead, it quickly sat up, then picked up the painting and ran forward.
Of course, this is not certain. If the person who showed up was not Fang Yi, but grandma, grandma, or even grandpa Fang Guozhong and grandpa Zheng Xianguo, then the little thing would at least grin and drop two golden beans. With such a performance now
It’s because he knows his parents won’t come to hug him that he behaves so well!
"Slow down! Don't fall again, don't run!" Fang Yi shouted to his son. But seeing that his son had no intention of stopping, he had no choice but to run over and follow him. There were a few of them when they came out of the corridor.
Steps, if my son falls down there, it's not a trivial matter.
No matter how strict he is, the little guy is still his own son, and Fang Yi doesn't want to hear him fall on the steps with a thud again.
Grandparents and grandparents are full of praise for the so-called works of their grandchildren, but grandma Yu Qin is even more unruly and irresponsible, saying that they are much better than your father's paintings.
Standing at the entrance of the corridor and the living room, Fang Yi saw the little thing surrounded by several people with a proud look on his face. He couldn't help but smile, then turned around and returned to his studio.
The Japanese's intention to put the painting on display quickly turned from an intention into a reality. The Tokyo Museum of Western Art agreed to put "Plenty" in its collection on display in the October exhibition hall in Los Angeles, so that appraisers can check whether it is genuine or not.
This news was nothing, and what made Fang Yi even more confused was that Sofo announced in a high-profile manner than the auction house that he would compete for the minimalist work by Deli Popile!
Think about how surprised Fang Yi was when he heard the news! The moment he heard the news, Fang Yi felt that Suofu was an old man eating arsenic because he thought his life was too long! The authentic work in his hand was identified as a forgery.
Before the matter is over, we are ready to plunge into the hole dug by the old man Bobile. I really don’t know what their decision-makers are thinking.
Of course, this is Fang Yi's own opinion. Sofubi still has great expectations for this business, because both in terms of the paint and the habit of making bases, 'Bobby's old friend'
Everything that was delivered revealed some of the personality of this old guy, Popile.
Habit, and Popile also admitted that this thing used to belong to him. As for whether it expresses something or not, that is not the problem of the auction house. The auction house can only guarantee that this thing was made by Popile. As for the artistic value,
That thing is a matter of benevolence and wisdom.
Of course there is nothing wrong with Sotheby's thinking in the past, and such controversial works are more likely to fetch high prices. The more controversial the price, the higher the auction house's commission. But Sotheby has forgotten that now
Things are no longer the same as before. The so-called modern art has ushered in post-classicism. It is different from the past, and the opposition to such a work can no longer be explained clearly by argument. (To be continued...)