President Zhou also came here for something. Seeing that the two of them really didn’t need to take care of themselves, he nodded and said: "Okay, then, you can go shopping by yourself."
Chen Xing looked around to see the layout of the hall.
In addition to the many painters you see as soon as you come in, there are paintings hanging on the walls here, most of which are oil paintings. They are all here regardless of genre. The author of the painting is only marked with an iron label under the painting. Hmm... the level is pretty good.
Seeing that Chen Xing was also very interested in painting, John said to Chen Xing: "Do you also study art?"
"Fortunately, she and photography are both art."
In fact, among the modern painting schools, there is one called photorealism, which is to express the painting as if it were taken by a camera. If the top works of this school are placed in a photography studio or in a geographical magazine,
No one thinks this is a painting.
Chen Xing admires it very much.
But I don’t understand.
As a photographer with a certain understanding of art, Chen Xing believes that the art of photography lies in recording reality and retaining memories. The art of painting lies in expressing things that the human eye cannot see, or expressing what is in one's heart.
If you want to draw a work that is exactly the same as reality, then why not just take a photo?
Look at Chen Xing's understanding. If he really learns oil painting, he will probably move towards the impressionist style.
John doesn't know much about art. He is familiar with this place because he is a member here and has a certain personal relationship with the president of the Paris Art Guild.
John led Chen Xing inside and said as he walked: "Yes, they are all art, but the art of photography is definitely more useful than painting. Think about it, if the world's civilization is annihilated, what will future mankind think about it?
For archeology, what would be more useful?"
Chen Xing thought for a while and said: "That should be photography useful."
Old John’s mind is too big, isn’t he? Is this the retired university president?
It’s all art, so what else is more useful?
John patted Chen Xing's shoulder with his right hand with satisfaction and said: "Here we are, here we are. We have collected the most satisfying works of 268 top photographers in the world. They are all original prints and signed by themselves.
."
The room they entered was covered with washed-out photos, and they were classified by the overall tone of the photos, so they looked consistent and would not feel confusing.
If you were far away, you might have thought this was a set of art works.
Only when you get closer can you realize that these works are all photos of different times and styles.
Style is something that looks abstract to outsiders, but it does exist in the hands of any artist. There are too many photos of the same tone here. If an ordinary tourist comes in, he probably won't be able to tell the difference. He only knows these
The photographer took great photos.
But after seeing a lot of photography, my aesthetics has been refined.
You can know that every photo here is very different, and this difference is the photographer's own style.
"Where's the signature?"
Chen Xing searched for a long time but couldn't find the signature. He also wanted to see who took these photos.
"The signatures are behind the photos. You can look at the number tags and look for the name here."
…
John took something like a flyer from the table on one side and handed it to Chen Xing. It had the number, name, and title of the work on it.
Chen Xing found a photo he liked on the wall, wrote down the number and looked for it on this piece of paper.
"81... Australian Photography raford... huge crowds?"
The name of this photo is called Massive Crowd?
So apt.
This catalog is written in French, and The Crowd was translated by Chen Xing based on beaupdegens.
Chen Xing looked back at this photo.
The picture taken by photographer Raford was in an alley on a rainy night. There are old buildings on the left and right, European buildings with a very urban atmosphere. In the middle are people holding umbrellas, but you can only see them holding umbrellas.
umbrella.
Umbrellas of various colors are so densely packed that you can imagine that there are also so many people below.
The photo is gray-blue, with exquisite details, dim light, and contrast between warm and cold...
"Sure enough, they are all masterpieces." Chen Xing praised.
John himself is also watching. He often comes here to admire other people's works. If he sees a style that he wants to imitate, he goes to the guild to find the photographer's portfolio.
After hearing what Chen Xing said, John said: "Xing, continue to stick to your style. If you encounter a good opportunity, your works will be displayed here."
If you can have your own understanding of art instead of simply imitating it, you are a very powerful photographer. He saw such potential in Chen Xing's previous works.
President Zhou suddenly came in from the door and said, "I didn't disturb you, did I?"
"No, president, are you done with your work?"
"Don't call me president, I'm just vice president, and I'm still one of them." He said as he walked over, "Are you also a photographer?"
Chen Xing nodded and replied:
"Yes."
"No wonder John will bring you here. I will give you a pass in a moment. You can come and visit at any time in the future. Seeing more good works is a very important learning process for both painters and photographers.
."
"Hey! Hey! Coburn, I didn't bring Xing here to let him learn!"
"Huh?"
President Zhou doesn’t understand very much.
What do you mean?
John tidied his hair with his hands and said proudly:
"You don't understand. Chen Xing's works are no worse than anyone here. He already has several works that can be considered masterpieces. If you encounter a scene that suits his photography style, then put his works here.
There’s no problem with the room either.”
President Zhou was stunned for a while after hearing this.
Is it so good?
He looked at Chen Xing who was a little embarrassed.
He seems to be just a young man in his 20s. If you want to become a master of photography and have your own style, you need experience and connotation. Does he have this at this age?
As one of the several vice-presidents of the Art Association, although he is not proficient in photography, he at least has some understanding of it.
There are more and more people who can take good-looking photos. Some Internet celebrity photographers who are very popular on YouTube can take very good photos in their teens, but that has nothing to do with becoming a photography master. Without suitable experience, those Internet celebrity photographers
Teachers will never be able to produce master-level works in their lifetime.
…
If it's really like what John said, then Chen Xing is a bit awesome.
John is a friend I met when I was traveling in the United States. He is the former president of Drexel University. He should not brag about a young man like this for a membership spot.
"Chen Xing, can you show me the photos you took?"
"Of course."
Chen Xing found the saved photos in his phone and handed them to President Zhou, saying, "Just scroll down. The first four are the ones I'm most satisfied with."
These four pictures are Chen Xing’s masterpieces so far.
John also stood up and said to President Zhou: "This is my favorite picture. The beautiful wooden buildings in the East are so beautiful together. They can bring light to people like fireflies in the wilderness." p>
President Zhou slipped once and then again.
He stayed on the photo "The Power of Faith" for the longest time. After looking through the four photos mentioned by Chen Xing, he returned to this photo and said: "I like this photo, an ordinary old man with faith in his heart."
, you can see your own God in his eyes."
The two began to argue about which one was better.
Although President Zhou Jiahao is the president of the Art Association and one of the elders in the modern oil painting world, he is not a professional student of photography after all. After John mentioned several professional terms and the difficulty of shooting, he was defeated and returned the phone.
Chen Xing.
"If this photo of yours were an oil painting, it would definitely be a rare masterpiece in modern times. I saw God in this old man's eyes. Oh my God, it's really magical."
President Zhou obviously believes in Christianity, and there is only one God in his eyes.
"Thank you." Chen Xing said politely.
"You're welcome. We have the same motherland and we should take care of each other. You came to study abroad, right? At which school?"
When he mentioned this question, John suddenly interjected: "By the way, Xing, I thought about it for a long time after we separated yesterday. You said it was your regret not to go to college, so why not go to college while you are young now?
”
"Now..."
Chen Xing said in embarrassment, "But I have forgotten a lot of knowledge I learned before, so I shouldn't be able to pass the exam, right?"
It's quite a pity.
But if he were to give up his current free life and go to school for four years, it would be a torture. Now he wants to go wherever he wants, and the system will occasionally send out some travel information.
Fees, some skills that require careful study to learn.
If someone can really give up this kind of life and study for a few years.
Then Chen Xing can only say one word of admiration.
“The art majors in France have little to do with cultural achievements. Recently, the art departments of many schools have been recruiting students, and many of them have opened photography departments, such as the Ecole des Beaux-Arts, the Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs, and the University of Paris 8.
..."
President Zhou heard that Chen Xing did not go to college and was self-taught.
He immediately said: "I am a professor at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris. The artistic atmosphere here is very good. You are welcome to come to our school."
"But I don't want to..."
"Xing, I understand your concerns," John said. "Do you know how many art students study in Paris every year? There are tens of thousands of artists from all over the world. Some of them are already thirty or forty years old.
Why do they want to come to school?"
…
"Why?"
"Because many photography schools in Paris are different from those in the United States. You don't have to stay in school all day. Some schools even teach online. You only need to submit a portfolio of your work every semester."
Online teaching?
Then hand in an assignment every semester?
"So simple?" Chen Xing blurted out.
President Zhou shook his head and said:
"No, this is not simple. John just told you that there are thousands of people from all over the world who come to France to study art every year. Each of them is a leader in their respective countries and they want to have this kind of treatment.
You have to stand out from countless peers. This is not easy, it is difficult, very difficult."
Chen Xing habitually put his hand on his chin and started thinking.
John said:
"Don't worry, think about it carefully. At least I think this is the most suitable path for you. And with the help of the school, your good works will have a better exhibition platform. Otherwise, with your own efforts, you can
It will take longer to succeed."
Chen Xing's eyes lit up.
Yes, school is the background!
Moreover, freedom is not restricted, which is what Chen Xing values most.
He nodded and said, "Okay, I'm willing to give it a try...but my visa only lasts for ten days, is it enough?"
"It's enough, and the visa is very easy." Chairman Zhou said.
Paris welcomes all artists, and also welcomes all future artists who come to study. If Chen Xing can successfully enroll in any art academy, let alone changing a small visa, it is estimated that settling in Paris will not be a problem.
Seeing that his old friend also cared so much about Chen Xing, John said, "You want Chen Xing to enter your school, right?"
"Why not? The Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris is the best art school in France, and France is the birthplace of art. Star, believe me, come to our school, and I will introduce you to the School of Photography, and they will definitely be happy too.
You are welcome."
"I know them. The photography department of your college is a bunch of old antiques." John obviously knew those people, and he couldn't stand them.
John introduced Chen Xing to several well-known universities with photography schools. Chen Xing didn’t know any of them, but he thought they were awesome after hearing them.
Can I go to this kind of school?
Anyway, give it a try, it won’t make any difference.
John asked for four of Chen Xing's original works and helped Chen Xing register for the photography school. However, Zhou Jiahao was not very satisfied with John's approach... The Paris Academy of Fine Arts is very proud. If you know that Chen Xing has given many art academies
If you have submitted a work, the interview will be more strict.
All in all, Chen Xing's purpose in Paris has changed.
When returning home, John had something to do and ran away in a hurry. Chen Xing could only take the subway back alone.
Before leaving, John told Chen Xing: "Don't go to other places alone. Public security is not good in many places in France. Go back and find your tour guide and go out together."
"Okay, if you have something to do, go and do it first."
An American actually said that security in Paris is poor.
John smiled and patted Chen Xing on the shoulder and walked towards the crowd.
Chen Xing saw that it was still early, so he looked at many stalls selling paintings nearby before turning around and leaving, taking the subway back to his apartment.
In fact, Chen Xing was not familiar with the whole of Paris, but the room he rented was in the 4th arrondissement, and he regarded it as his home. At least several French people he knew confirmed that the security of the 4th arrondissement was at least okay. The subway had just passed one stop. When the subway stopped, a girl hurriedly walked from the car in front to Chen Xing's car.
I saw a tall, handsome, and kind-looking handsome guy staring at me.
Xie Siyan breathed a sigh of relief and walked to stand behind Chen Xing.
Chen Xing thought she looked familiar, looked at her and thought for a while, then asked in Chinese:
