Roy picked up the phone that fell into the car again, put it to his ear tremblingly, the horror of almost crashing just now still lingered in his mind, he snorted into the microphone for a long time before he said the whole sentence: "You...... Call...... Come here...... It is...... In order to...... Humiliate me?"

The other end of the phone sincerely apologized: "No, really not, I just want to remind you that people who do not have an aesthetic foundation in opera will be bored because they can't appreciate it, so they will have prejudice against this art." ”

"Make me prejudiced? You've made it!Tell me, what's next?" Roy said through gritted teeth, wishing to rape the other a hundred times.

Jamie apologized in a panic: "Mr. Roy, don't be angry, you can go to the musical, it has various forms such as singing, dialogue, acting, dancing, etc." And the core of the musical is drama, the plot is very important, and there is a strong story, even newcomers can understand it. The most important thing is that the actors who perform are not as old-fashioned as operas, they are all handsome young students and Prince Charming, and with the stage modeling and sound effects of modern musicals, they give you a strong sense of shock and substitution......"

"Girl, please stop talking nonsense, hurry up and buy tickets, okay?"

"Ahh

I only heard a frightened scream on the other side of the microphone, exuding fear as if there had been an earthquake.

Roy's eardrum shook and hurt, and the phone almost fell off again, and before he could ask, there was a complaining cry on the other end of the phone: "Roy, in fact, I wanted to tell you at the beginning that there are no recent performances in musicals." ”

Roy only felt his ears buzzing, and the scene of being teased in the PayPal interview just now echoed in his brain, causing him a headache and blurred vision.

After a while, his stomach began to churn, he opened the car door and got out of the car, and retched on to the big tree, until he was almost vomited, and then he sat on the ground and shook his head.

I don't know how long it took, he picked up his phone again: "Hey?"

“…… You...... Are you alright?"

"Where are you?"

"I just thought of a great place, an outdoor art gallery in the Bay Area, you know? I think it's a great place, can I take you to see a painting?"

"Wait there!"

"Mm-hmm, I'll be there shortly. ”

"Keep the phone open. "I'm going to kill you.

Hanging up, Roy shuddered and flagged down a taxi and went straight to the San Francisco Outdoor Gallery.

……

"Hi sir! ”

Roy scrambled up from the back seat, feeling a little more refreshed. Although I was anxious and confused when I came, I took a nap unconsciously on the bumpy road.

After paying the fare, Roy stepped onto Union Square downtown.

A few steps further, you can see rows and rows of art paintings displayed in this bustling corner, passers-by stop from time to time to watch, several painters dressed as artists introduce on the side, rows of parasols dot the place like a small market.

Along the circular fountain, there are the largest number of paintings on display, but there are also works of art made of metal...... Bizarre shapes, ambiguous figures, weird and colorful colors, and redundant patterns......

None of them he could understand.

Fack, this is art?!

Roy patiently looked at a canvas of all-red paintings, with the caption "Watching the Red Sea". He thought for a moment: Oh, this is a patch of red, does it express the cruelty of war?

He then looked at the second painting, which, like the previous one, was red, but the title had changed, "My Mood." He was a little puzzled, could it be possible to change the title to express something else?

He then looked at the third painting, which was still red, this time titled "Red Square in Moscow in 1975."

He continued to look at it, and all the paintings in this line were the same, all in red, except for the title.

"Damn, this is art? It's all red, anyone can draw it, and you can just hang it up here with a title?"

"Roy...... You ......" At this time, Jamie came over, she caught a glimpse of Roy's crooked tie, wrinkled clothes, dusty leather shoes, and messy hair on the top of his head, and was speechless in surprise, when he saw him in the morning, he was still confident and radiant, why was it only half a day, but he was so embarrassed, and what kind of blow did his sloppy eyes experience?

"Here, girl!" Roy didn't care about the other party's surprise, walked straight to the urinal, pointed to it, and asked, "This is the art exhibition you are going to show me?"

Jamie followed him over, looking at the artwork that looked exactly like the urinal in the men's bathroom, and nodded.

"Haha. Roy sneered: "I don't understand bullying, do I? Then you tell me, what kind of art is this TMD?!I TMD went to the toilet to pry one and put this, what's the difference with this?!"

Jamie didn't look at the artwork much, but looked at Roy in surprise, with a puzzled look, as if to say: You really don't understand.

Roy felt like a ghost, and he asked, "What are you looking at?

Jamie pointed to a signature on the side of the urinal and said, "Duchamp." ”

"What's plugged? A urinal that's blocked isn't a urinal? If this guy can sign something as a work of art, wouldn't there be as much art in this world as there is toilet paper?"

Jamie shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, but this is the artwork." ”

Roy feels that not only is he crazy, but even the people around him are crazy, and the world is so chaotic and ridiculous that he can't understand it anymore?

Jamie went on to explain: "It's not like I'm making a slap in the air for the sake of art. Roy, you see, if this urinal was not in the exhibition area, but in the men's restroom, you wouldn't have noticed it at all, because it's so normal. But if you put this urinal in the art exhibition area, you will ask yourself the question, what is the meaning of this work?

"That's what differentiates art from everyday objects! What is a work of art? It's something that makes us understand something, it makes us talk about it, that's the essence of a work of art. ”

Historically, not only the urinal signed by Duchamp has been made a work of art, Andy Warhol has piled up several cardboard boxes in the art gallery, which is also called a work of art.

Roy was dumbfounded, the conversation he had with her just now had made this urinal famous as a work of art?!

It's really the logic of the dick.

Roy looked at the row of identical red paintings next to him and was amazed, according to Jamie's definition, everything here is art, because it provokes people to think and pushes us to understand some meaning.

Roy circled around the place, finally stopped in front of another painting, and asked, "Jamie, with the logic of your artwork, is everything that can convey meaning art?"

"I guess that's how it works. ”

"Look at the villain in this painting, he covers his face, as if he is screaming in horror, and the surrounding is full of color, gorgeous but oppressive, and it is really beautiful and heartbreaking. ”

Jamie nodded.

Roy continued: "The baby's cry is the same, it all expresses depression, fear, and discomfort, why is the baby's cry not art, but the painting that conveys the same meaning becomes a work of art?"