Facing the mirror in front of him, Fang Yi arranged his clothes, turned left and right, felt like he was ready, then left the room and went downstairs.
"Are you going to wear this?" Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi walking down the stairs. Even if the clothes were more formal than usual, they were more limited. They just changed the light colors at home to dark colors.
It's really out of the question.
Fang Yi tugged at his jacket and looked up before raising his head: "Is there any problem? I just went there for a walk. If Nick hadn't been urging me to go, I wouldn't be interested in going!"
.As he said that, he walked down the stairs.
Fang Yi had just walked to the door when he heard Zheng Yuan's voice behind him: "Beavis has already driven the car out! Waiting for you to come over!".
"What are you driving for? I'm going to ride there on horseback!" Fang Yi stopped and asked Zheng Yuan in confusion.
"Look at the sky outside. Is it good weather for horseback riding? I don't know when the raindrops started to fall!" Zheng Yuan casually raised his finger and pointed outside the window.
Fang Yi lowered his head and looked outside. He couldn't help but opened his mouth and said in Chinese: "The little devil is really not a good thing. Yesterday he was fine. Today they are so embarrassed when they send paintings!" After saying that, he walked towards
Walking outside, after taking two steps, he turned back and said to Zheng Yuan and Yeda who were sitting next to the sofa: "I will come back for lunch today!". Then he strode toward the car parked on the doorway.
We had just walked most of the way and were about to reach the exhibition hall when heavy raindrops started falling from the sky. The car windows made a crackling sound. After getting out of the car, Fang Yi stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall and looked outside.
It was raining heavily, and I couldn't help but said: "Fortunately, I didn't come here on horseback!". If it were raining here on horseback, I would have been soaked in it.
"Yi!".
Hearing Rude's voice calling him, Fang Yi turned his head, looked at his friend standing not far from him, and asked curiously: "Why are you here today?".
"Nothing's wrong. I've almost finished this year's work. I'll start painting the next one in a month or two!" Rude said to Fang Yi before walking over to the exhibition hall. The two of them walked side by side into the exhibition hall.
Fang Yi heard this and asked, "Are you ready to go out to play?".
"Go out! I plan to go to South Africa for a walk." Rude nodded and said to Fang Yi: "The main thing is to see the wild animals there. I also want to relax. This period is not going well.
, things that ruin your mood come one after another.”
After saying this, Fang Yi looked a little surprised. Rude leaned in front of Fang Yi and whispered: "I might be a father!".
"What?" Fang Yi's face couldn't help but froze after hearing this, and then instantly turned back to happiness: "Then I'll congratulate you here first!".
Before Fang Yi could fully reveal his excitement, Rude immediately turned this good news around: "Now I can only say it's possible, but I'll wait until the child is born to tell if it's possible! But
God, please don’t cause trouble for me. So now I still have a chance!”.
Damn it! Fang Yi couldn't bear it any longer. He couldn't help but make an exclamation in his heart.
He shook his head, and the joy on his face turned into helplessness: "You can do it! You're not even sure about this?".
Rude looked at Fang Yi with an expression on his face that was even more surprised than Fang Yi's: "Who knows about this? I'm not a laboratory tester!".
"Okay! You are not a laboratory machine!" Fang Yi thought for a moment with this old boy's chaotic life. Who knows how many children he will have in the future and how many illegitimate children he will inadvertently create: "The mother of that child is yours.
Model?" Seeing Rude nodding, Fang Yi understood clearly: This kid didn't think about it when he got interested.
I understand, I understand, but Fang Yi has nothing to say. Judging from Rude's appearance, he is not planning to get married or anything. He probably has not even thought about it. I guess in his heart, even if he has a child, the most he can do is to pay child support.
Question. As for what makes him get married, the child’s mother shouldn’t even think about it. In this regard, Rudd is a non-human being.
But don’t be too busy criticizing Rudd. There are quite a few such people among artists. For example, Freud, who is still alive today, had countless illegitimate children. Most of them don’t even have his phone number, and the old man doesn’t even have his phone number.
Willing to interact with most illegitimate children.
Thinking of Freud, Fang Yi couldn't help but glance at his friends who were looking around with their heads raised. He felt that if Rudd was over eighty, he might not have the same number of illegitimate children as Freud.
Let’s put it together. Because Fang Yi feels that Rude is more chaotic. In this aspect, Rude is more like Klimt. In this aspect, it can be said that Rude has unlimited potential.
Fang Yi and Lu De walked side by side, and after walking about ten meters away, they began to nod from time to time with the people next to them. Some of these people they knew and some they didn't know. Anyway, if others smile at you, then smile back. As for stopping,
Regarding the steps, Fang Yi and Lu De both thought it was better to forget about it. Maybe once they stopped to chat with others, they would not be able to move for at least ten minutes.
Fang Yi and Lu De arrived relatively late. The Japanese work had already been hung on the wall, and a so-called small ceremony had been completed. They arrived belatedly.
"Go and see the new work?" As soon as he entered the lobby of the second floor exhibition hall where the paintings were on display, Rude turned to Fang Yi and asked if he wanted to go and see the painting sent by the Japanese.
work.
Fang Yi shook his head and said, "Go and see it. I'll chat with Nick and the others for a while and then go back! Besides, I've already seen that thing!".
This is a fake painting, and during this period, Fang Yi has been saying that he has seen the fake Japanese painting. Fang Yi, who has been saying this all the time, thinks he has really seen that work, which is really a bit weird.
A lie told a thousand times becomes the truth.
When Rude heard what Fang Yi said, he nodded to his friend, then turned and walked towards the partition. The painting "Plenty" in Fang Yi's hand and the Japanese painting were both hung in the innermost part of the exhibition hall.
And hanging outside are the works of some new artists.
Now in this exhibition hall are not only the works of young American artists, but also the works of young artists from Europe, South America and Asia. Fang Yi wants to see more things here, and is ready to stop by to see if any outstanding new artists appear.
Of course, if there is such a person, Fang Yi would not mind reaching out to give him a hand, or asking friends to buy some works, and wait for them to appreciate in value, which can be regarded as a little pleasure in life.
"Qiluo!" Fang Yi saw an acquaintance. Wang Qiluo was chatting with a few young foreigners at the entrance of his work exhibition hall. After watching a few people finish chatting, Fang Yi went up to say hello. Although the relationship between the two was now
It's a bit cold, but it doesn't mean that we have fallen out. We still have to say hello when we meet.
When Wang Qiluo saw Fang Yi coming over, he smiled and nodded: "Fang Yi!" After speaking, he said to Fang Yi in a confused way: "Thank you!".
These three words made Fang Yi stunned.
Seeing Fang Yi confused, Wang Qiluo said again: "Thank you for accepting my friend's interview!".
"Oh! So that's what happened!" Fang Yi thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be this guy with a smile and shook his head: "Your friend found Zhang Xu, and then this kid called me and said he was a
A beautiful reporter wants to interview me. I'll just accept it!" Fang Yi directly pushed the matter onto Zhang Xu.
After saying that, Fang Yi looked at Wang Qiluo and seemed to have nothing to say. Then he waved to him: "I'll go look around!" Seeing Wang Qiluo nodding, he took steps and continued to spin.
To be honest, Wang Qiluo has made rapid progress during this period. Perhaps it is because his horizons have broadened. He has come into contact with various art forms here and has come into contact with many young artists with different styles. Wang Qiluo's style is no longer the same as before.
It was like that when it came, the current wind
The style has a strong decorative style, and the image is more Chinese. To say that it has characteristics, this can be regarded as a characteristic. Such works are not only liked by some foreigners, but also liked by some Chinese people. These are some
What people call is both Chinese and international.
After walking around, Fang Yi saw a few good paintings, but they were not enough to make the names jump out of his mind. Since there was nothing to see, Fang Yi was going to find Nick and him.
We chatted for a few words, and then went home to eat the family's beef stew for lunch.
"Yi! Didn't I say you were here a long time ago? It's been more than half an hour. Where have you gone?" Nick saw Fang Yi walking towards him at the door of the exhibition hall, and immediately walked forward and looked at Fang Yi.
He said a little anxiously like a string of beans.
Fang Yi shrugged: "I went to look at other works. I've already seen that painting. Is there anything else good to see?".
"I can already confirm that the one sent by the Japan Pavilion is a forgery," Nick said happily to Fang Yi, "This feeling becomes even more obvious when we put them together!".
The reason why Nick said this is because no matter how fine the brush is, it will still be flat. Of course, there will be no deviation in color, but there will be some differences in brush strokes, because the paint will have a thickness when applied to the canvas, no matter how much you apply.
Thin thickness or the feeling of brushstrokes will exist.
Fang Yi could only smile after hearing this. Now that Nick is sure, it can be considered a good thing! To put it more clearly, it really doesn't make much difference to Fang Yi personally if others can identify the authenticity but not the authenticity.
Even if it was real, Fang Yi wouldn't sell it. It was something he planned to keep. Even if it cost tens of millions, Fang Yi would exchange it for money. For Fang Yi, Rubens
The significance is that I now have a Rubens work.
After Nick finished speaking, he took Fang Yi to look at some of the differences between the two works that he had thought of.
When he arrived in front of the two works, Nick pointed to the one sent by the Japanese: "Look at this place, the painting is so detailed, and the technique of this copy is also very powerful. If you look at it this way, it is simply better than Lu
Bence for Rubens...".
Fang Yi was a little reluctant at first, but Nick pulled him to the painting. When he saw the "Plenty" work in the Japan Pavilion for the first time, Fang Yi was stunned. Because of this imitation
The author has a name, and the name is not only not small, but also very big! (To be continued...)