Chen Xiao looked at the time, and it only took him more than an hour to paint two "Starry Sky" this time.

Although it took a lot of time, as long as you look at Frank who has just started to apply the undertone, you can know that his speed is definitely very fast.

Martin looked at the oil painting in his hand, and his hands were careful not to touch the undried paint on the oil painting, which was a basic respect for the painting.

Then Chen Xiao saw the expression of the person in charge slowly put it away.

Chen Xiao watched all this quietly, but in fact, he was quite worried.

On the one hand, he didn't know how good he was at drawing the original.

On the other hand, it is whether these people in front of me can really appreciate the charm of this painting.

Chen Xiao looked at Martin, and Martin looked at the painting without blinking, unable to see his expression.

Frank was still looking at Chen Xiao excitedly.

"You can also draw?"

Chen Xiao just nodded, Frank wanted to say something, but seeing that several people in charge were here, he could only hold back his words.

He made up his mind that he would definitely find a chance to ask about it later.

At this time, a later person in charge of the Foundation also glanced at the painting, and was deeply attracted by the painting at a close glance.

The vortex in the painting is like a black hole, as if to suck the human soul into the painting.

He somewhat understood why Martin didn't speak for a while.

The tone of this painting is not too dark, but the whole painting reveals a depressing atmosphere, which makes people breathless.

But in this depression, it makes people feel an unyielding will.

He didn't understand why he felt this way, knowing that there was no one in the whole painting, but it was as if he could see a ragged young man looking stubbornly at the sky on the top of a mountain.

"This ...... What's the name of this painting?"

Chen Xiao: "Starry Sky". ”

"Starry Night? ”

The situation here attracted the attention of other painters, and some curious people also came to see and gathered around.

Then they saw Starfield.

"This is an impressionist painting?"

"That's right, it's Impressionism, I didn't expect someone to finish painting so quickly, and it seems to be pretty good. ”

"What's not bad, you're blind, don't talk about anything else, just saying that his touch is simply amazing, anyway, I can't do it. ”

Although these painters around him are not masters in the industry, they are definitely first-class painters, and painters of this level are not lacking in eyesight.

Even if it is not a painting of your own genre, you have a certain ability to appreciate it.

At this time, a pair of "Starry Sky" was placed in front of them, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

The discussion also reached the ears of the other painters, who were all curious, and these painters were no exception, and then all the painters in the hall slowly gathered around.

They were amazed by the color and fantasy of "Starry Night", and at the same time began to be curious about the author Chen Xiao.

But no matter how they looked, they didn't recognize who the person in front of them was, which foundation it belonged to, and what kind of work they had before.

It can only be seen from the color of his skin that this is an Asian.

At this time, Martin also took his eyes off the painting and looked at Chen Xiao deeply.

Just when Chen Xiao was covered with goosebumps, Martin spoke, he had a lot of emotion, but in the end it was a sentence, he said: "This painting is very good." ”

His eyes swept over the painters around him, and when he saw that everyone was gathered around, he didn't say anything.

He asked, "Can you tell us a little bit about this painting?"

The story of a painting, or the idea, is the thinking.

The birth of each painting has its own story, but some are plain, some are twists and turns, and all of them add up to the story of a painting, and these are also the connotation of a painting.

Chen Xiao was stunned for a moment, and wanted to scold his mother in his heart, where would he know what Van Gogh was thinking when he painted this painting.

He is not a roundworm in Van Gogh's belly.

However, Chen Xiao's mind turned, if this kind of thing can't be said in the first person, it can be said in the third person.

After thinking about it, Chen Xiao said: "Actually, I have a friend who is also a painter. ”

Martin nodded, this is not surprising, painters and painters have a lot in common, and a circle is always easy to become friends.

Chen Xiao saw Martin nodding, and he was immediately relieved.

This is not a country, no one knows him, even if he says that he has been a monk before, it is estimated that no one knows whether what he said is true or false.

"My friend is a man of many calamities, but he is a true artist, and his feelings for creation are higher than life, and he once said: 'I risk my life for the sake of art: because of it, half of my sanity collapses, but it doesn't matter......'"

The painters around him didn't know why Chen Xiao suddenly talked about his friend, but his friend seemed to have a high pursuit of art.

But what's the point?

Every one of them here is not fully committed to art, and none of them really love the industry.

Chen Xiao continued: "My friend's words are not in vain, in order to paint, his reason has indeed collapsed.

That was the first time he went insane while painting, and he cut off one of his ears......"

"Hiss......"

Everyone gasped directly and cut off one of their ears, is this something that people can do?

They tried to substitute themselves for Chen Xiao's friend, but they all felt that they couldn't do that.

Now when I think of the phrase that the painter said: 'For the sake of art, I risk my own life to ......', I suddenly have a different feeling.

It's really risking your life again.

So since the first time is said, there must be a second time.

Sure enough, Chen Xiao said: "The second time he went insane, he took the initiative to be admitted to a mental hospital, and I also listened to him talk a lot of things at that time, and this "Starry Sky" is the concept he described to me at that time, but I am painting it now." ”

Martin frowned slightly, feeling that this seemed to be a little bad, a bit of a stealing idea.

Someone else got hooked on the story and couldn't help asking, "What about then? ”

Chen Xiao glanced at the person asking the question, and then turned his head.

"He had committed suicide, with a revolver, not long before he had visited a friend," he said in a deep voice. ”

The atmosphere fell silent abruptly.