After only forty minutes, Chen Xing came out of here.
"I can't understand, I can't understand!"
Chen Xing was already confused when he saw oil paintings with rich colors but shapeless images in the Musée d'Orsay. Chen Xing couldn't understand the modern art here.
He is very sensitive to color and knows what the painter wants to express.
But can ordinary people understand it?
He doesn't really like this kind of work, but it's understandable
It’s really incomprehensible that you have to pay a fee to visit with a few holes cut out of a piece of tattered paper.
"It's okay if you can't understand it. In fact, we can't understand it either, but many rich people like this kind of art, and there are many tourists." Abel said while walking with his hands behind his back, "We call these three major museums "visible"
Those who understand, those who can understand and those who cannot understand, and those who cannot understand at all."
Chen Xing shook his head and said: "I didn't pay any money anyway, so it doesn't matter if I don't understand. It's an eye-opener."
If these can be admitted into museums, can my works also be admitted?
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Chen Xing spent the next two days visiting museums. I heard people say that there are many Chinese cultural relics in the Louvre, but now I can’t see much when I go in. I don’t know where they are hidden.
He mainly looks at the photographic works that have been collected.
He had never thought before that photos could be openly displayed in museums and viewed by others. Some works were not as good as his own photos no matter where they were viewed.
This gave Chen Xing a lot of confidence.
This kind of photo can be put into a museum, so I should have no problem getting admitted to the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris based on the photo, right?
The Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris is ranked very high in the world, and when it comes to art schools, no matter how the outside world ranks it, the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris will always be number one. If you can graduate from here, Chen Xing will not be embarrassed to talk about his academic qualifications when he goes out.
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The first round of review passed quickly.
On the seventh day, Chen Xing received the interview notice.
Abel came specially from home to cheer Chen Xing.
A few days have passed since Chen Xing hired her, but the two have become relatively good friends. For such a big thing as Chen Xing going to the Academy of Fine Arts for an interview, she will definitely come and take a look.
Knock on the door.
Chen Xing has already changed his clothes. He is wearing a casual black double-sided suit. He looks thin, but with obvious muscle contours, he can easily hold up the heroic spirit of the suit.
Long-term outdoor walking has made Chen Xing's cheeks a little thinner, but his facial features are more three-dimensional.
In Abel's opinion, he looks even more handsome.
"You are so handsome today!" she said from the bottom of her heart.
Chen Xing adjusted his collar and felt a little embarrassed: "You are so complimentary."
But that expression showed at a glance that he was satisfied with what Abel said.
"Look at your expression! He has betrayed you."
Abel has become immune to Chen Xing's insincere words. She has completely recognized this person through the past few days of contact.
Chen Xing laughed twice, checked his ID again, and did not invite Abel to sit in the room. He walked out and closed the door, saying, "Are you here specifically to see me off?"
"Well, I drove my dad's car."
Abel shook the Citroen car key in his hand.
"Okay, it's a lot more convenient. At least you don't have to squeeze into the subway."
The traffic situation in Paris is not bad. The only road section that may be congested is the big roundabout at the Arc de Triomphe. Every time Chen Xing passes there during this period, he can always see various vehicles queuing up there. p>
After getting in the car, Abel asked: "Why do I feel that you are so relaxed?"
"Then how nervous should I be? Don't worry, even if it doesn't work here, there will be interviews at several colleges in the future."
He saw a lot of photographic artworks that could be seen in Paris, but Chen Xing always felt that they were not as good as his own... He didn't know what others looked like, but if he couldn't look down on his own works, then there was no reason to go there.
How about convincing others to like your work?
When Abel heard what Chen Xing said, he also nodded and said: "Well, after you there will be the School of Decorative Arts and the 8th College of Paris... In fact, our school is not bad, but it is not as good as these schools."
"Well, if one doesn't work, just go to the next one."
The cultivation of self-confidence is really important.
Chen Xing used to know that he took good photos, but he didn't know what exactly he was good at, compared with other people's works, and where he fell short. After staying in Paris for so long, he visited many exhibitions of photography works.
After entering the museum, Chen Xing’s whole temperament was different from before.
If the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris doesn’t accept me, it’s definitely not my problem, it’s probably because they are blind.
If you don’t admit yourself, who else can you admit?
Those masters in modern museums?
The car stopped near the school. Chen Xing saw many artists with long hair or beards. Some of them were older, but they were not as exaggerated as John said. They were only in their thirties at most.<
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Chen Xing looked up at the college's sign.
eationale superieure des beaux-arts.
École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris.
There are crowds of people and noisy voices around. If everyone hadn't dressed neatly in order to leave a good impression on the interviewer, the scene here would be no different from a domestic vegetable market.
After coming to Paris for so long, this is the first time Chen Xing has seen such a dense crowd.
Although Chen Xing was already prepared, he was still stunned for a moment.
Abel was also shocked when she saw this scene. Looking at Chen Xing who was in a daze, she patted Chen Xing on the shoulder, then hugged him gently and said, "Don't worry too much, come on."
"Thank you."
Chen Xing also came to his senses.
In fact, it’s normal.
This is the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris. It recruits not only Parisian art students, but also young artists from all over the world. Countless artists gather here, but there are only so many people.
In terms of admission difficulty, it is estimated to be a hundred times more difficult than Huamei.
Chen Xing looked at his phone, which showed the time of Chen Xing's interview.
This is quite good. Each student has a set interview time, so that he can know when he will come and doesn't have to wait here all the time.
Chen Xing said goodbye to Abel and walked in.
He was in a good mood, so he took out his phone and listened to some songs before the time came. Recently, he became obsessed with Jay Chou's songs again. There are always a few months every year when he only thinks Jay Chou's songs are good, and other songs are not good.
It's all rubbish.
The time was approaching, and Chen Xing was waiting in advance at the door of the office where the interview was held.
After a few more minutes, Chen Xing heard someone calling his name in French. He put down his phone, took two deep breaths, and then pushed the door open.
There were five people sitting side by side inside, aged in their thirties to fifties, four men and one woman.
The photography industry is not very friendly to women, so it is rare to see particularly famous female photographers.
Chen Xing nodded slightly and said: "Good morning, fellow interviewers."
