Chapter 839: The Last Piece

"Mr. Zhang, Miss Chu, let me talk about a little bit of superficial opinion first, don't laugh at the wrong place. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Professor Yang lifted his glasses and pointed to the oil painting: "If you read it right, this should be an unfinished landscape painting, depicting a sunset, because the painter has to complete the sunset scenery in a very short time before the light changes, so the picture cannot be depicted very carefully, so it looks very rough." ”

Tone is the soul of the whole painting, if there is no tone, that is to say, an oil painting does not form a tone, there is no harmonious and unified and varied combination of color blocks, then the painting can be said to have not reached the passing line. Although this work is not finished, the whole picture effect can be said, the colors are soft and realistic, and the matching between color blocks is harmonious and unified, and the changes are gratuitous, subtle and delicate. ”

A painting that I don't know why, experts actually gave such a high evaluation, Han Bo was surprised.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like "sunset", Li Xiaolei and Jiang Yanan feel a little exaggerated, standing on the side and wanting to speak.

Mr. Zhang, a well-known painter, smiled at the three of them, pointed to the painting and added: "The composition is imaginative, if you guess correctly, it should be an improvisation, I personally agree with Professor Yang's point of view that the depiction time is not enough, the sunset time is not short, but it is not long, and the painter should consider important elements ---- color." ”

"Color?" Han Bo heard in a fog.

"Director Han, the colors I am talking about are different from the colors on the palette, and the painter never puts the colors on the palette, that is, the pigments made by the factory, on the canvas as they are, and the colors we see now are carefully and artistically modulated by the painter. ”

Mr. Zhang paused, pointed to the lines on the painting and continued: "The brushstrokes and rhythm are remarkable, and it can be seen that the painter has strong modeling ability and profound sketching skills. I thought that this work was not unfinished, but that it had been completed, that the painter had already expressed what he wanted to express, that it could make people have rich associations with the sunset scene, and that painting it again would only be counterproductive, and would only add to the painting. ”

Han Bo looked left and right, but he still couldn't see the reason, let alone any associations, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I don't have artistic cells, I really can't understand it." ”

The female proprietress of the gallery with an extraordinary temperament smiled: "Director Han, Chinese painting pays attention to charm, interest, brush and ink, but oil painting is not, especially such abstract oil paintings. In the expression of the picture, the painter removed the form of the natural object and replaced it with an expression of ideas and images.

There is no specific image of the natural world, only color blocks, lines, dots, etc., which can be used to arouse associations and imagination from the combination of these color blocks. The art theories of abstract painting are varied, but they can be summed up in a saying of the ancients, that is, 'the elephant is invisible'. ”

Manager Chu, who had worked in an auction house, nodded: "Usually, people have a misunderstanding that impressionism, fauvism, and futurism are all called abstract paintings. In fact, these art schools only break through the framework of realism and classicism, and do not extract the image, but only modernize the image of reality, deform and exaggerate it. ”

Han Bo had never thought of collecting, and he was really not interested in these theories, so he bluntly asked: "In the opinion of the three of them, what kind of level has this painting reached, and if it is brought to the gallery, can it be sold for a high price?"

The two men stopped at this question, and they all looked at the gallery proprietress in unison.

Chen Yulin stared at the oil painting for a while, and said in a deep voice: "The painter who painted this work has a certain foundation, the composition, brushstrokes, colors, and lines are remarkable, but in my opinion, the meaning of the work is not deep, the interest is not strong, there is no decorative interest, and there is no deliberate ingenuity, as Mr. Zhang just said, it should be the painter's improvisation, he has never thought of selling, if I am a collector, I am unlikely to buy it." ”

Han Bo had a picture of Wu Cheng sitting on the balcony painting the sunset in his mind, and asked in a low voice: "The painter paints to play and pass the time, so this painting has no collection value and is not valuable?"

"The same cannot be said. ”

Professor Yang smiled while admiring Han Bo's other paintings in the gallery, explaining: "For calligraphy and painting artworks, the price and value are not the same, a low price does not necessarily mean a low artistic level, and a high price does not mean that the artistic level of the work is high. The price is artificial, and the value is objective.

Artistic creation should focus on the cultural value it contains, and the market value is secondary. True artists, who spend their lives in the pursuit of true art, will never regard price as their ultimate goal. Therefore, there is no point in talking about high or low prices in this circle. ”

This is obviously not the answer Han Bo wants, looking at the way he wants to speak and stop, Chen Yulin said with a smile: "In the auction market in the past few years, Chinese paintings have been more sought after than oil paintings. This is mainly related to the appreciation habits of our Chinese audience, who feel that the future collection market of Chinese paintings is greater than oil paintings, and Chinese people are more likely to accept Chinese ink art, which is an irreplaceable nature of culture.

In this environment, a high-level work with deep meaning and interest may not be able to fetch a high price, let alone such a work. Although the current painting market is not only about the level, but also about the popularity of the author, and even the social background of the author, good works will definitely stand the test of time. ”

"It's not worth it now, maybe it can be sold for a high price in the future?"

"Van Gogh only sold one painting in his lifetime, but to this day, every Van Gogh work is priceless. Therefore, the final winners must be those high-level works, works that can be remembered for centuries. ”

As he spoke, a police car came at the door.

A policeman ran in and saluted, Han Bo raised his arm to salute in return, and said, "Move in." ”

"Yes!"

Professor Yang and others were confused, only to see the police run out to open the trunk of the police car, and brought in two oil paintings, one is a portrait and the other is a landscape, seeing the author's signature on the work, Chen Yulin subconsciously asked: "Director Han, the sunset just now is also Mr. Wu's work?"

"Miss Chen knows Wu Cheng?"

"I don't know him, and I haven't seen his paintings before, but I have an impression of this name, and I make a living by selling paintings, so I pay more attention to the trends of the art market. Mr. Wu seems to be from Dongshan, and at the end of last year, he seemed to have sold a painting at an auction house in Hong Kong. ”

"Did you go to that auction?"

"No, I heard from a friend that the circle is so big, and whoever sells a high price for his work spreads quickly in the circle. ”

"Do you remember what it was sold for?"

"It seems that more than 3 million Hong Kong dollars is naturally incomparable with those masters whose paintings are often sold for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, but he auctioned oil paintings, and for those of us who sell paintings, especially those who specialize in art investment, the works of a new painter are more valuable for collection and investment than the paintings of masters. ”

Li Xiaolei doesn't understand the art of oil painting like Han Bo, but when it comes to investment, she is an expert, and she can't help but laugh: "The master's paintings are so expensive, there is not much room for appreciation, and there is even a risk, and if you don't do it, you will be smashed in your hands." For the same amount of money, you can buy dozens or even hundreds of new works by newcomers, and as long as one of the new artists can become popular, its income may exceed that of collecting the paintings of the masters. ”

"Pretty much, Mrs. Han can definitely invest in art. ”

That's weird!

Wu Cheng returned to his hometown in Dongshan because he couldn't stay in Shenzheng, but he sold a painting at a high price of more than 3 million Hong Kong dollars at the end of last year.

Han Bo was puzzled, turned around and asked, "Xiao Qian, there are only these two paintings that can be found?"

Xiao Qian, a policeman from the Criminal Police Brigade of the Anbao Branch, hurriedly said: "Report to the Han Bureau, we asked Huang Jiahui and Wu Cheng's relatives, and he brought these two paintings with him when he came to Shenzheng this time, there were quite a few before, about more than 30 paintings, but they were all sold on consignment in one gallery." ”

"At what price?"

"It's not very expensive, mostly seven or eight hundred, it seems that there are only three thousands, this is in his hands, and the gallery may have overdone it. ”

"When did those thirty or so paintings come to fruition?"

"Just these few months. ”

The more Professor Yang thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he couldn't help asking, "Director Han, what's wrong with the authors of these paintings?"

In the words of the gallery proprietress this circle is very small, and many things cannot be hidden, Han Bo does not think there is a need for secrecy, and sighs lightly: "Dead, the body is being autopsied, and it is impossible to determine whether it was accidental drowning or homicide for the time being." ”

Chang Caiyan also thought that Wu Cheng's economic situation was too strange, and she didn't know how to speak, Chen Yulin burst out coldly: "Director Han, I couldn't give you an estimate of the price of that sunset just now, but now I can be sure that it is very valuable!"

Lu Lu was killed, Lin Guosheng was able to be relieved, and Lin Guosheng's son no longer had to worry about being divided by his "stepmother" The Lin family's property.

The author is dead, and the price of the work is rising!

Wu Cheng died, and all those who had his paintings in their hands could benefit from it.

In other words, the person who collects the most of his works undoubtedly has a motive for committing the crime, and with the painting that sold for a high price at the end of last year as a reference, the price of other oil paintings bought for a few hundred or one or two thousand can soar to hundreds or even tens of millions of paintings on the art market!

Han Bo reacted and immediately ordered: "Comrade Caiyan, inform the task force of the situation here, and ask Comrade Huang Jianfeng to immediately inquire about the whereabouts of Huang Jiahui's other paintings, find out which gallery they were sold in and to whom they were sold." ”

"Yes, I'm out fighting. Although the leader did not say it explicitly, Chang Caiyan knew very well that the so-called "inquiry" should be "interrogation".

Huang Jiahui, the friend and manager of the deceased, had both the time and motive for committing the crime, and even the last person to see the deceased, those paintings may not have been sold through the gallery at all, or she sent them to the gallery for consignment first, and then asked people to go to the gallery to buy them back, just waiting for Wu Cheng's death and waiting for Wu Cheng's works to appreciate during his lifetime.