This old thing Bobile has become famous! And it was a rapid rise to fame, like a flower rising in the dark night, and the brilliance of the snap suddenly illuminated the whole art world, and on the fourth day of the exhibition at the Grand Palais it was crowded with people who came to see the paintings, and these people were not the public, but the artists who were active in Paris.

Just like Fang Yi guessed, the painting of Bobile's realism and pushing the realism technique to a new peak was so fast that before the exhibition was launched for a week, the most authoritative art magazine in contemporary art, Art Review, began to praise the old man, and directly threw the hat of the first realist in a hundred years onto the old man's bald head. Overshadowed the still alive realist master, Lucien? Sigmund Freud was one of the great British realistic expressionist artists.

The British "Art Review" magazine is not the same name as the Chinese "Art Review" of the same name, but its influence in the world's art world is not the same, it is the most authoritative art magazine, and the sound he makes is like a rocket booster inserted under the old guy's buttocks, making the garbage can soar into the sky.

Then the French media began to pay attention, from the art media to the mass media, and it seemed that the French were making every effort to promote the native French artist, as if they were about to push the old man into the clouds. It's good that France is now the art capital of the world, but the real French living artists are really a little unimpressive, and they suddenly jump out of a master like Pobile who stands at the top, can they be a little ecstatic?

Fang Yi, who returned to the village, opened almost every art magazine during this period of time. Henry? Bobile's name will jump into his eyes.

Likewise magazines are full of Bobil's life, as well as small tidbits such as 'Fun Facts', and more prominently third-rate tabloids. Talk a lot about Bobil's life and deeds. Although Fang Yi was a little interested in the old man, Fang Yi couldn't believe what the tabloids said. Regarding the old man's number of models a day, although Fang Yi doesn't like the old man, he still doesn't believe such reports, just a few days a day or less than a week at his age. This also reflects the popularity of old things from one side! It's really red!

From the situation of the war of words that day, Fang Yi thought that the garbage bin had been a little restrained. But I don't know how long it can be converged. There is a saying: Dogs can't change their eating, although this is ugly, but it makes a lot of sense! It's really hard for a person to change his or her own nature!

The bins were nice! lasted for more than two months, and when he faced the media, he didn't get mad. Fang Yi knew this person very well, and he had been squatting in the museum together for a while, knowing what kind of virtue this person was, but now he didn't know that he was standing in front of the microphone. How uncomfortable it is in my heart!

In the morning, Fang Yi held the magazine. While eating his breakfast, he flipped through it, and when he glanced at it, he laughed.

"What's wrong with you? Laughing like this? Beronica looked at Fang Yi, who was smiling at the magazine, and opened her mouth to ask, "Is there anything funny?" ”。

"The old thing finally can't take it anymore!" Fang Yi looked at Belonica and said with a smile, and then began to read the content of the interview in the magazine: "Bobiler commented on Picasso: the miscellaneous pieces of African primitive art and Faust painting!" ”。

Beronica was stunned for a moment: "This is a bit too much!" ”。

That's what he had in mind! He finally couldn't help but say it! Fang Yi glanced at Beronica, who was drinking coffee, and said, "And now his status, he wants to say whatever he wants!" Picasso won't jump out and scold him! ”。 Now this old guy in the art world is standing at the top of the pyramid, and you just want to scold you to have that capital if you want to go back. Even if one jumped out and scolded him, the media jumped up and down excitedly.

After speaking, Fang Yi continued to read, and the next thing was not just Picasso. Matisse just drew OK in the old guy's mouth, as for Dalí. The old man only gave one sentence: Dalí is a greased clown! The clown who staged pantomime on the streets of Paris knew better than he what art was!

As for the interviewer, the reporter asked him what Picasso once said, now art does not pursue imagery, because the camera is better! It made the old guy say bluntly: it's not that the camera does better, but that he doesn't have the ability to do better than the camera! A camera is just a machine, and it doesn't work better than a human hand and brain! The implication is that Picasso's Cubism is just a manifestation of incompetence, a retreat from the camera, and the colors on his canvas are better than the camera's!

Fang Yi was very happy to read the whole article!

The dumpster is finally sprayed! This is Fang Yi's conclusion in his heart, the old man finally couldn't help it, and in the next month, he began to spray after the post-Indo-Yiist Van Gogh! Caused countless war of words! The old man is not afraid of danger, and continues to spray with some critics who defend his own art masters!

With such a status, a person who has pushed realism to a peak in terms of painting skills no one says that he is not qualified to spray others, and the mainstream media generally thinks that he is arrogant, but this arrogance makes it seem that the person has a unique personality, and even some media think that without this arrogance, Mr. Bobiler would not have achieved such great artistic achievements!

This argument makes Fang Yi smile a little bitterly, and it also reflects the tolerant attitude of these art media towards artists!

Fang Yi understood, Bobile, who had come out of the mountain again, finally learned his lesson from the last time, and never sprayed his own gallery or his collector again! The old man didn't say a word about this aspect, even if he said a few sentences, it was relatively peaceful or light.

For the former collectors, they were scolded for being just an old thing, but now the old guy's works in their hands have been turned up several times, and now a work in the early stage has been auctioned for millions of dollars. Although he was scolded at this glance, there was undoubtedly more silver in his pocket.

In view of the performance of the old guy's current works, even if there are old man's previous works, most of them are holding their hands tightly, waiting for the old man to kick his legs! At that time, even early works were not available for millions of dollars. And with the old man's current age, coupled with the production rate of two or three works in a year and a half, he won't be able to paint many works until he dies! Even if he lived to be a hundred years old. It's only less than a hundred works, and these works may not even be filled with the famous big museums in the world, and in the long run, saving them will be more profitable than buying them!

The old man had an arrogant remark that piqued Fang Yi's interest. When someone asked how the dustbin painted such a canvas effect, the old man made it clear that some of the paints he used were self-matched, and he was even more reluctant to mention the technique! This shows another bad taste of the old guy: you know that I draw well, but I won't tell you how to draw it, let you guess for yourself!

Hear the old man say that. Fang Yi's heart was secretly happy. Now Fang Yi is already at the master level, and he also has a material formula or something in his head, and now there is a method of privately preparing oil and pigments for the old thing in the way of color gamut. As for the technique. Through these days of pondering, Fang Yi also understood that the old thing seemed to have absorbed nutrients from Chinese freehand painting, at least that one pen painted several colors at the same time, a little bit of Mr. Qi Baishi's flavor in it.

Fang Yi wouldn't move his technique. Because even if you draw it, it's not your own thing. Relying on copying others and being famous for being a dumpster, this is not what Fang Yi wants, and Fang Yi's self-esteem does not allow Fang Yi to do this, now it is good to develop his own linearism, and in terms of materials, Fang Yi's own 'research' and will 'research' is obviously more complete than the types of garbage cans!

In the small workshop, Fang Yi was in a daze on the easel at his feet, and some of Bobiller's techniques were already displayed on the canvas. In addition to oil and paint, the old man's technique had already been honed by Fang Yi.

"Yi!" There was a knock at the door. Rude shouted Fang Yi's name outside the door.

"Come in!" Fang Yi shouted at the door without turning his head.

Ruud pushed open the door and walked in, opening his mouth and saying, "I want blue, and brown, and give me a separate oil and varnish!" ”。

First of all, Anders and Khima tried the oil developed by Fang Yi, and they felt very good after using it, and after using it for more than a month, the color of the picture did not weaken, but showed that it was as bright and natural as if it had just been completed, and there was no oxidation or anything bad. After Fang Yi, the two of them also threw aside the oil they originally bought and switched to the pigments made by Fang Yi.

Ruud and Artur saw how they could endure it, and they also began to use the things created by Fang Yi to paint. In this way, the color of the picture method has been improved to a certain extent.

With the previous demonstration, now the brothers have a certain confidence in the things made by Fang Yi, and now as long as it is something that Fang Yi has fiddled with, and how to use it, the four of them will directly take it and use it, without any meaning at all.

Anders, who loves to joke, gave these materials concocted by Fang Yi a unified name: Yi Fengfan! Several colors surpass the colors available on the market today, pure and beautiful, and delicate. In this way, what Fang Yi has fiddled with now has become a special material for linearism. Among the people who mixed up, Fang Yi's girlfriend Beronica was still using the brand of pigment she was used to.

As soon as Fang Yi turned his head, he saw Rude holding two or three small bottles and walking outside, and hurriedly said: "You can just take one bottle, hold two or three bottles, how many Kehima still don't want to grab it from you?" ”。 The man took advantage of his uneasiness to take two small jars of each at once.

"You don't want to make more," Ruud muttered as he put some of the paint in his arms on the shelf, "and everyone is busy all this time, and they use a lot of paint!" ”。

Fang Yi smiled when he heard this: "I'm not a professional pigment producer!" Besides, how can I get a few of your paints and oils by myself! I was just about to mention it at today's gathering, a few of you draw one person every day to come over and give birth to some for me! ”。 It's not good for these people to use it easily, Fang Yi's small handmade workshop can't keep up with their use.

"Can you hire someone to replace us?" Ruud is not interested in grinding paint in a small workshop! Rude, who had silver in his pocket, suddenly thought of the idea of Gu Ren.

"What if my recipe is leaked?" Fang Yi glanced at Rude and said.

When this sentence was asked, Rude's brain was a little difficult to use, and he walked out of the house with his paint. (To be continued......)