Section 209 Suddenly looking back
"Impressions ......"
Qin Huai was organizing his speech, and suddenly he was slapped on the shoulder.
"What kind of wind is blowing Mr. Qin, who has been missing for forty days, to me today?"
Curator Tang joked with a smile.
Qin Huai's daily life: selling works - losing contact - selling works - losing contact.
According to the previous trajectory, Qin Huai will appear in the auction house after he loses contact.
Why did you come to the museum today?
Rare guest.
"Mr. Qin's new work has been completed?"
"Alas, don't mention it. The new work went astray, and after 40 days of hard thinking, it was a complete failure.
At Shang Ya's suggestion, come out and take a walk around......"
"There are even works that have made Mr. Qin ruined? β
Director Tang was slightly surprised.
As far as he knew, what Qin Huai was best at was turning decay into magic.
There is no material that Qin Huai's wonderful hands can't ignite.
"Of course I am, I'm not a god. β
Qin Huai smiled and shook his head, his current mentality is indeed much calmer, holding Shang Ya's little hand, leisurely and Curator Tang walked through doors and entered the area that is not open to the public.
"Proper distraction is very helpful in creating.
When Wang Anshi wrote the poem "Spring Breeze and the South Bank of the Green River" in "Docking the Boat in Guazhou", he changed it more than a dozen times, and he really couldn't change it when he thought of having a headache.
I had to walk to the bow of the boat to relax, and when I saw the picturesque scenery of Jiangnan, I suddenly thought of the word 'green'.
So the famous sentence spring breeze appeared on the south bank of the Green River.
The word inspiration is elusive. Sitting at home, thinking hard and meditating, I have to find time to do something unserious when creating.
As the saying goes, I look for it in my dream a thousand times, and suddenly I look back, but the person is in the dim light, right?"
Curator Tang said as he pushed open an office, invited Qin Huai and Shang Ya in, and then made two cups of hot tea and handed them to the two of them.
"Mr. Qin, there is something I have to seriously discuss with you and ask for your consent. β
Director Tang was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly.
"You say. β
"That's right, thirty days ago, the Palace Museum called. Said to borrow your giant wood carving and nuclear boat to the Forbidden City for a period of time......
I politely refused at the time, what are you kidding, I haven't covered the heat yet!
Moreover, these three works are all star works of this institute to attract tourists, and if they are sent to the Forbidden City, what will happen to the Jinling Museum?
Seeing that Qin Huai didn't seem to have much mood swings, Director Tang reorganized the language once:
"I want to tell Mr. Qin that the number of visitors to the Forbidden City is more than ten times higher than that of the Jinling Museum, so the fame of the works exhibited in the Palace Museum is also more than ten times higher.
And I have privately detained Mr. Qin's works in Jinling, which may have an impact on Mr. Qin's reputation......"
Curator Tang was full of apologies.
"Fame? Fame is just the icing on the cake for me. Unimportant. β
Qin Huai didn't care.
"Just put it in Jinling. β
The Jinling Museum has specially built the Qin Hezhou Art Museum, and the exhibition effect of several works is first-class.
Take the giant wood carvings as an example, they not only occupy more than 30 square meters of the venue, but also the placement of each giant fist is exquisite.
And the ground engraved γβ° β·γβ΅γβ²γβ΄ β³ βΆ β± Echoγ
When visitors enter the visit, they can directly feel the connotation of the giant wood carving.
At the same time, this arrangement also makes this set of wood carvings appear domineering and leaky, with a first-class viewing effect!
Does the Palace Museum have this effect?
Inexistent.
Qin Huai really wouldn't waste Curator Tang's hard work for that little fame.
Feeling Qin Huai's attitude, Director Tang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but also fell into a speechless stop.
Even the exhibition opportunities sent to the Palace Museum were directly ignored......
This is really Qin Hezhou.
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"If nothing else, I'll leave first. β
Qin Huai got up to say goodbye, and Director Tang sent it to the door.
Sighing slightly, he was still afraid that Qin Huai would be unhappy.
The booth of the Palace Museum is a holy place that countless craftsmen, painters, and sculptors dream of.
I didn't expect Qin Huai to really be able not to care.
"That's the Palace Museum, don't you really think about it?"
The reputation of the Palace Museum is among the best in the world.
Handles more than 100,000 tourists every day.
Is it really good to be so cold?
"It doesn't matter, quality is king. β
Qin Huai said a few words perfunctorily, and then took Shang Ya's hand and made a special trip to visit Mr. Yan.
We chatted for an hour before leaving.
Then he came to Li Baiqi's home...... It's quite interesting to watch Li Baiqi play with nuclear carving, seals, and calligraphy.
On this trip, Qin Huai completely left the troubles of creation out of the clouds.
The heart is also like a deep pool, slowly undisturbed......
The heart is tolerant of the world without being surprised, the mind is accepting all things and self-evident, and all kinds of noise are passing by.
This is the best mentality of a traditional entertainer.
And in the past forty days, Qin Huai insisted on going his own way and actually lost it.
In the past forty days, Qin Huai had only one thing in his heart.
One thing occupied all the hills and ravines in Qin Huai's heart.
There is no world, no wide vision, no different perspective.
There is only one way to the black.
Failure was both unexpected and expected.
"Whew. β
Qin Huai and Shang Ya stood side by side on the shore of Xuanwu Lake.
The sky was gloomy, and it had been a while, and with a spring thunder, the spring rain was like a note.
Qin Huai and Shang Ya didn't have time to run.
"It's raining, we don't have umbrellas, run!"
"There's a painting boat ahead, so it's better to sit on the boat for a while. β
Qin Huai proposed, put his coat on Shang Ya's head, and ran towards the painting boat on the shore.
"The handsome guy and the beautiful woman are locals, do you want to swim in the lake?"
"Well, go to the middle of the lake. β
Qin Huai touched the back of Shang Ya's arm, and fortunately, the road was short and he ran fast, so he didn't get wet.
"Hey, hey. β
Shang Ya held Qin Huai's coat in her arms and sniffed it infatually.
The skin is very comfortable under this one.
The raindrops smashed on the canopy like pearls, condensed into a clear stream, and fell into Xuanwu Lake endlessly.
Look far away.
There was a haze of smoke and rain.
The quatrain of the past year, '480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain', should have been written in this situation.
Qin Huai's eyes were frozen, staring blankly at the chaotic and calm lake full of raindrops.
Tens of thousands of raindrops were messy, falling from the sky irregularly, smashing small pits on the surface of the lake, rippling countless ripples, and those ripples merged with each other, and after a short intersection, they staggered each other and spread along their respective trajectories.
Although this scene is full of chaos, it is so harmonious and natural, and the harmony is thrilling.
Qin Huai was stunned, and suddenly had an epiphany, and his heart was surging and ecstatic in an instant!
What he had been looking for was not a regular pora, but a disorderly harmony.
That's right.
A piece of jade has been washed by the water flow for 3,000 years, and every year, the angle of the water erosion will change.
Even one day, the geological structure changed, and Puyu turned over.
At this moment, will the distribution of stomata still be regular?
In that case, why did Qin Huai be stupid to look for their laws?
What kind of rules do you want?
The corners of Qin Huai's lips were raised, and he looked at the lake intently.
As far as the eye can see, the rain beats the lake......