How can someone who doesn't even understand what art is be an artist?
What exactly is art?
What postmodernity, what pattern, what irony, what expressiveness...
These inexplicable and profound words made Lu Yuan's head really hurt.
Moreover, the person who hosted the commentary was praising Lu Yuan's words very hard, which made Lu Yuan feel embarrassed.
At this moment, he was really convinced that he was in the wrong place.
The aesthetics displayed in the art exhibition are very powerful and deep-seated, but the aesthetics that Lu Yuan needs to prove is not these. What he needs to prove is actually very shallow.
It's just that simple beauty and ugliness.
Of course, Lu Yuan did not leave this place immediately, nor did he refute on the spot whether the photo and signature were true or not. Although there were many art paintings and photos that Lu Yuan did not know how to appreciate, there were a few pictures
Lu Yuan still thinks they are more beautiful, such as those Western oil paintings of men and women working and farming on the second floor...
Lu Yuan found it quite attractive...
It's art.
It's a pity that no one saw it.
In addition to this one, there is also a pretty good oil painting of "The Goddess of Autumn" with a half-wrapped gauze skirt and tall peaks in the last row.
This made Lu Yuan feel a little unrestrained.
Are some of the mighty battle films from the island country considered art?
As he watched, an inexplicable thought suddenly appeared in Lu Yuan's mind.
As soon as this thought arose, Lu Yuan's mind inexplicably recalled those photos of college goddesses he had seen last night...
Although I may be a little face-blind in terms of appearance, but just looking at the figure, it is indeed a bit interesting.
It seems to be comparable to "The Goddess of Autumn"?
in particular……
Pooh!
How could I think of such nonsense in such a serious place!
I am such a serious person!
Damn it!
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time, finally suppressed the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, and then walked to the other side of the Chinese painting area.
Huh?
Why are there so many people gathered around the Chinese painting area carrying cameras to take photos and videos?
And so quiet?
Lu Yuan looked at the hall in front of him. It was dark and crowded with people surrounding several tables without saying a word, and he walked over there with some curiosity.
After all, he just wanted to join in the fun. Lu Yuan was bored at the art exhibition anyway, so he walked over to take a look.
However, when he walked to the edge, he found that there were so many people here that he couldn't get through...
He randomly found a young man with a short hair and asked.
"Um, what are you doing here?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, the master of traditional Chinese painting Shen Chonghe is painting on site..."
"Um, painting on site...the master of traditional Chinese painting Shen Chonghe?" Lu Yuan was very strange when he heard this.
He has been in the entertainment industry since he came to this world. He knows very little about famous Chinese painting masters and has no idea who Master Shen Chonghe is.
"Yes, this is Master Shen Chonghe's last masterpiece. We are really blessed to be able to witness the birth of this masterpiece!" The short-haired young man sighed with emotion, and then continued to watch through the gaps in the crowd.
Look like you are enjoying it.
There were so many people that Lu Yuan couldn't squeeze in, and he couldn't find a suitable place to get in and take a look.
He could only smell the faint scent of ink rising around him.
He shook his head and turned to leave with some regret.
If he were a lover of Chinese painting, he would probably squeeze in just like this young man, desperately wanting to see the birth of this so-called masterpiece...
It's a pity that he is not. It's good to be able to see this thing and get addicted to it, but it doesn't matter if you can't see it.
Just after Lu Yuan walked a few steps, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs, and then Lu Yuan saw a group of people walking over...
Um?
Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment after seeing this group of people.
Old man Chen Guanxiong?
Professor Liu?
And that girl in a long skirt with a peaceful face...
What's this person's name?
Right!
Called Chen Xi?
There are also Dao Yuting and a group of young talents from the poetry club behind?
Why are they here?
Lu Yuan subconsciously gave up his position...
When Chen Xi passed by Lu Yuan, he glanced at Lu Yuan, his eyes slightly strange.
Why is this man standing here all alone?
Of course, she just glanced at him and followed Edison Chen towards the hall.
After Chen Guanxiong and others arrived at the scene, those who were originally surrounding them all subconsciously stepped aside and took the initiative to make way...
"It's done! Haha! Guanxiong, are you here? Come, have a drink!"
"Brother Chonghe, what's wrong?"
"Haha, I have integrated my energy and insights over the past few years into this painting..."
"Very good, very good. It seems that Brother Chonghe is going to leave another painting that will be handed down from generation to generation, haha, but it's a pity..."
"What's the regret?"
"It's a pity that I'm late. If I could have arrived an hour earlier, I could have seen Brother Chonghe's paintings!"
"It's not too late, it's not too late... Come, let's have a drink first!"
"Okay, come!"
"Brother Ma, Brother Liu, don't just look at the paintings. Come, let's have a drink together, and we can talk about the Spring and Autumn Period afterward!"
"good!"
After hearing the sound, Lu Yuan looked up and saw through the crowd an old man with white hair and beard holding a brush in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He looked extremely free and easy.
This is a refreshing feeling of completing a work.
Like other old men, Chen Guanxiong also picked up the wine glass, poured a small glass of wine, took a sip, and said with emotion that the wine was good.
As a cultural person, it is normal to drink a little wine when you are excited.
This glass of wine seemed to make these old people very happy, just like a picture
The reporters carrying cameras were very excited to take pictures of this scene. They knew that this photo might become a treasured collection photo many years later...
Shen Chonghe's last work!
This must be extremely precious!
The final works of many masters are not only priceless, but also passed down through the ages...
Being able to stand in this kind of history and watch the beginning and end of this moment is an honor in itself.
After several old people finished drinking, they stared at the painting.
Naturally, there was a burst of praise and a burst of surprise.
"Today, I asked you brothers to come over because I have something to ask for. I want to have a poem to accompany this painting... All brothers are researchers of ancient poetry in the Chinese poetry world today... Can you help me with a poem?" Shen
Chonghe was a little drunk, but he looked at everyone with a bright smile on his face.
"This poem is not easy to mention!" Professor Liu looked at the painting and shook his head while appreciating it. "I'll forget it. I can write a few modern prose poems. I can do it, but let me mention one."
As for an ancient poem, it is really laughable..."
"Hahaha!"
Everyone laughed.
Lu Yuan stood there looking at these people and felt a little confused...
It's really unreasonable not to say hello when you meet an acquaintance, but if you say hello, wouldn't you be exposed?
How embarrassing this is.
And that’s not the purpose of coming here today, right?
After struggling for a while, Lu Yuan turned around and walked down the second floor to the first floor.
In the easternmost corner of the first floor, there was still a group of people nodding and commenting around the photo of themselves smoking cigars. Occasionally, they would let out bursts of emotion and embarrassing praise for Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan got goosebumps all over his body...
He paused and smiled bitterly, then walked towards the exit of the art gallery.
"You...you left?"
"Well, yes..."
"Well, I was still thinking about...thinking about treating you to a meal..."
"Let's have a chance next time."
"Oh, okay..."
The long-legged ticket checking girl suddenly felt a little regretful, but she didn't know what to say...
after all……
She and Lu Yuan are really not familiar with each other.
After Lu Yuan left the art museum, he looked at the Porsche car show venue next door...
Although the auto show has not started yet, it seems...
Have these car models arrived?
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"Splashing ink... the stones rise up, a bit lingering, a bit fairy... Brother Shen, your painting is indeed very artistic and flavorful, but I can't write the corresponding poems for a while... Although in my mind
There are only a few bits of poetry in it, but they are not worthy of this painting."
"Yes, Brother Shen, me too!"
"Poetry is not something that happens overnight. Many times it needs to be understood. Brother Shen, if this is not the case, I will write a poem called Han Jie Shan..."
"Brother Shen, what do you think of my song?"
"..."
The old people looked at the painting and smiled. However, a few old people shook their heads after thinking for a while. They can write poems, but at this critical moment, you must have a poem that can be integrated into the painting.
Just fine.
However, the creation of poetry really does not happen overnight. No matter how talented a person is, it still takes time.
A few of the old men recited a few poems, but after reciting them they felt they didn't taste right and finally shook their heads and gave up.
"Little friends, don't be idle, let's brainstorm ideas together... I know you are all talented people." Shen Chonghe smiled and looked at the younger generation.
Several people from the younger generation naturally feel eager to try.
Chen Guanxiong is a very good composer, but if you ask him to write poems, he can't write them at all, and they are classical poems...
Classical poetry itself requires a certain background...
His background is a little bit worse.
After hearing Shen Chonghe's words, he thought of Lu Yuan.
The talented young man himself seems to have been out of touch for some time.
I don't know what's going on with him lately.
So, Chen Guanxiong took advantage of his time to go to the bathroom to call Lu Yuan's company...
Usually Lu Yuan answers the company's phone calls, but this time it was Lu Yuan's manager Wu Tingting.
When Wu Tingting told Chen Guanxiong that Lu Yuan was not in the company but came to Yanjing, Chen Guanxiong's eyes lit up.
Lu Yuan came to Yanjing?
Although Wu Tingting did not say what Lu Yuan was doing, Chen Guanxiong was indeed surprised.
He planned to have a drink with Lu Yuan after the work here was over, and then talk about the creation of the music...
After hesitating for a moment, he called Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan's phone looks like a bird, it has been turned off for thousands of years...
He had called Lu Yuan several times before, so when he first thought of Lu Yuan, he called Lu Yuan's company number.
But this guy seems to pick it up quickly this time?
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"Hello? Mr. Chen..."
"I'm at the Yanjing Central Art Museum..."
"I know……"
"You know?"
"Yeah...right."
"Where are you?"
"I'm right next to you..."
"Next to?" Chen Guanxiong looked around.
"Cough, cough, I'm outside the Central Art Museum..."
"???"
"Um, I'm sorry...I didn't say hello to you just now...I just felt that this occasion was a little inappropriate..."