President Zhou also came here for something, and seeing that the two of them really didn't need to take care of themselves, he nodded and said, "Okay, you guys can go shopping by yourself." Chen Xing looked around to see the layout of this hall.

In addition to the many painters you see as soon as you enter, there are paintings hanging on the walls here, mostly oil paintings, regardless of faction, except that the author of the painting is indicated with an iron label under the painting.

Well...... Good level. John saw that Chen Xing was also very interested in painting, so he said to Chen Xing: "Do you also have research on art?" ”

"Fortunately, she and photography are both a kind of art." In fact, among the modern schools of painting, there is a kind of so-called photorealism, that is, the painting is expressed as if it were captured by a camera.

If you put the top works of this genre in a photo gallery or in a geographical magazine, no one will think that it is a painting.

Chen Xing admired it very much. But don't understand. As a photographer with a certain understanding of fine arts, Chen Xing feels that the art of photography lies in recording reality and retaining memories.

The art of painting is to express what is not visible to the human eye, or to express what is in one's own heart.

Draw a work that looks exactly like reality, so why not just take a picture? Looking at Chen Xing's understanding, if he really studied oil painting, he would most likely go towards the style of impressionism.

John didn't know much about fine arts, but he was familiar with it because he was a member of the place and had a personal relationship with the president of the Art Guild of Paris.

John took Chen Xing and walked inside, and said as he walked: "That's right, it's all art, but the art of photography is definitely more useful than painting, think about it, if the world's civilization is broken, when the future human beings want archaeology, what do you say is more useful?" Chen Xing thought for a while and said, "That should be a little more useful for photography." "This old John's mind is too big, is this the retired president of the university?

It's all art, what else is more useful? John patted Chen Xing's shoulder with his right hand with great satisfaction and said, "Here, here we have collected the most satisfactory works of 268 top photographers in the world, all of which are printed in the original and signed by myself." "The room they came into was plastered with washed-out photos all over the place, and they were categorized by the overall tone of the photos, so it looked consistent and didn't feel confusing.

If you are far away, you probably think that this is a certain set of artworks. Only when I got closer did I realize that these works were all photos of different times and styles.

Style is something that may seem abstract to the uninitiated, but it does exist in the hands of any artist.

There are too many photos of the same tone here, if it is an ordinary tourist who comes in, it is estimated that there is no difference, only that these photographers take good pictures.

But after seeing a lot of photographic works, the aesthetics have been practiced. You can see that each photo here is very different, and this difference is the photographer's own style.

"What about signatures?" Chen Xing searched for a long time but couldn't find the autograph, and he wanted to see who took these photos.

"The signatures are all on the back of the photo, you can look at the number tag and look for the name here." John took a flyer-like object from the table to the side and handed it to Chen Xing, with the number, name, and name of the work on it.

Chen Xing found a photo he liked on the wall, wrote down the number and looked for it on this piece of paper.

“81…… Australian photographer Crawford...... Crowds? "The name of this photo is actually called the crowd?

It's so apt. This catalogue is written in French, and the crowd is translated by Chen Xing according to many people in beaucoupdegens.

Chen Xing looked back at the photo. Photographer Crawford captures the streets of an alley on a rainy night, lined with old buildings, very market-like European buildings, and people moving with umbrellas in the middle, but only the umbrellas they are holding can be seen.

The umbrellas of various colors are densely packed, and it is conceivable that the people below are also densely packed. The photo is grayish-blue tones, delicate details, dim light, warm and cold contrasts......

"Sure enough, they are all masterpieces." Chen Xing exclaimed. John himself was looking at it, and he often came here to admire other people's work, and when he saw a style that he wanted to imitate, he would go to the guild to find the photographer's portfolio.

Hearing what Chen Xing said, John said: "Xing, continue to stick to your style, and if you encounter a good opportunity, your works will also be placed here." "If you can have your own understanding of art instead of simple imitation, then you are a very powerful photographer, and he sees such potential in Chen Xing's previous photographs.

President Zhou suddenly came in through the door and said, "I didn't disturb you, did I?" ”

"No, is the president done?"

"Don't call me president, vice president, and one of them." As he spoke, he walked over,

"Are you also a photographer?" Chen Xing nodded and replied, "Yes." ”

"No wonder John will bring you here, I'll give you a pass in a while, you can come and visit at any time in the future, and see more good works, whether it's a painter or a photographer, it's a very important learning process."

"Hey! Hey! Cockburn, I didn't bring the star here for him to learn! ”

"Huh?" President Zhou didn't understand. What do you mean? John straightened his hair with his hands and said proudly: "You don't understand, Chen Xing's works are no worse than anyone here, there are already several works that can be regarded as masterpieces, if you come across a scene that suits his photography style, then it is no problem to put his works in this room." President Zhou was stunned when he heard this.

Is it that good? He looked at Chen Xing, who was a little embarrassed. This seems to be just a young man in his 20s, and if photography wants to become a master and want to have his own style, he needs experience and connotation, does he have this at this age?

As one of several vice presidents of the art association, he is not proficient in photography, but at least he knows a little.

There are many people who take good pictures, and some Internet celebrity photographers who are very popular on YouTube can take very good photos in their teens, but that has nothing to do with the achievement of photography masters, without a suitable experience, those Internet celebrity photographers will not be able to shoot master-level works in their lifetime.

If it's really like what John said, then Chen Xing is a bit powerful. John, a friend he had met during his previous travels in the United States and the former president of Drexel University, would not have boasted about a young man for a membership.

"Chen Xing, can you show me the photos you took?"

"Absolutely." Chen Xing found the saved photos in his mobile phone and handed them to President Zhou, saying, "It's good to scroll down, I am most satisfied with the first four." These four are Chen Xing's masterpieces so far.

John also stood up and said to President Zhou, "My favorite is this one, the beautiful wooden buildings in the East, which are so beautiful when put together that they can bring light like fireflies in the wilderness. President Zhou slid a little, and then again.

He stayed in the photo of "The Power of Faith" for the longest time, and after looking at the four photos Chen Xing said, he returned to this one and said: "I like this one, an ordinary old man with faith in his heart, he can see his god in his eyes." The two began to argue about which one was better.

Although President Zhou Jiahao is the president of the Art Association and one of the elders of the modern oil painting industry, he is not a professional photographer after all.

After John said several professional terms and the difficulty of shooting, he was defeated and returned the phone to Chen Xing.

"If this picture is an oil painting, it is definitely a rare masterpiece in modern times, I see God in the eyes of this old man, oh my God, it's amazing." President Zhou is obviously a believer in Yahweh, and there is only one God in his eyes.

"Thank you." Chen Xing said politely.

"You're welcome, we have the same motherland, we should take care of each other, you're here to study, in that school?" He mentioned this question, and John suddenly interjected: "By the way, Xing, I thought about it for a long time after we separated yesterday, and you said that it was your regret that you didn't go to college, so why don't you go to college while you are young now?" ”

"Now ......," Chen Xing said with great embarrassment,

"But I forgot a lot of knowledge I learned before, so I shouldn't be able to pass the exam, right?" It's a pity. But if he gave up his current free life and went to school for four years, it would be called torture.

Now he wants to go wherever he wants, and the system will occasionally send some travel fares and some skills that need to be learned by heart.

If someone can really give up this kind of life and go to study for a few years. Then Chen Xing could only say one word of admiration.

"France's art major has little to do with cultural achievements, and recently many schools are recruiting students for their art departments, including many of them who have opened photography departments, such as the Paris Academy of Fine Arts, the École Nationale Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs, and the University of Paris VIII, ......" President Zhou heard it, Chen Xing did not study in college, and he was self-taught.

He immediately said: "I am a professor at the Académie des Beaux-Arts in Paris, and the artistic atmosphere here is very good, and you are welcome to come to our school." ”

"But I don't want to ......"

"Star, I know your concerns," said John,

"Do you know how many art students study in Paris every year? Tens of thousands of artists from all over the world, some of them are already in their thirties and forties, why do they want to study? ”

"Why?"

"Because many photography schools in Paris are different from those in the United States, you don't have to stay in school all day, and some schools even teach online, as long as you submit a portfolio of your work every semester." Online classes?

And then turn in an assignment every semester?

"It's that simple?" Chen Xing blurted out. President Zhou shook his head and said, "No, it's not easy. John also told you just that there are thousands of people from all over the world who come to France every year to study art, and each of them is the best in their respective countries, and if you want to have this kind of treatment, you have to stand out from countless people in the same industry, which is not easy, this is difficult, very difficult. Chen Xing habitually put his hand on his chin and began to think.

John said, "Don't worry, think about it, at least I think it's the best path for you." And with the help of the school, you can have a better platform for the good works you shoot, otherwise it will take longer to succeed with your own efforts. Chen Xing's eyes lit up.

That's right, the school is the background! And it does not restrict freedom, which is what Chen Xing values the most. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'm willing to try...... But my visa is only for ten days, is it enough? ”

"Enough, and the visa is easy." President Zhou said. Paris welcomes all artists, as well as all future artists who come to study.

If Chen Xing can successfully enroll in any art school, let alone change a small visa, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to settle in Paris.

John saw that his old friend also cared so much about Chen Xing, and said, "You want Chen Xing to enter your school, right?" ”

"Why not? The École des Beaux-Arts de Paris is the best art academy in France, and France is the birthplace of art. Star, believe me, come to our school, I will introduce you to the School of Photography when the time comes, and they will definitely welcome you. ”

"I know them, your academy's photography department is a bunch of old antiques." John clearly knew those people, and he didn't like them yet.

John introduced Chen Xing to several well-known universities with photography academies, and Chen Xing didn't know any of them, but he felt very good when he heard them.

Can I go to this kind of school? Try it anyway, and it won't be good if you try. John asked for four original photos of Chen Xing's works and helped Chen Xing sign up for the enrollment of the School of Photography, but Zhou Jiahao was not very satisfied with John's approach...... The Paris Academy of Fine Arts is very proud, if you know that Chen Xing has submitted works to many art academies, then the interview will be more strict.

All in all, Chen Xing's purpose in Paris has changed in a new way. When he went back, John had something to do, and he ran away in a hurry, and Chen Xing could only take the subway back alone.

Before leaving, John instructed Chen Xing: "Don't go to other places alone, there are many places in France where security is not good, you go back and go out with your tour guide." ”

"Okay, you have something to do, you can go and get busy first." An American actually said that Paris was unsafe. John smiled and patted Chen Xing on the shoulder and walked towards the crowd.

Chen Xing saw that the time was still early, and he looked at a lot of stalls selling paintings in the neighborhood before turning around and leaving, taking the subway back to the apartment.

In fact, Chen Xing is not familiar with the whole of Paris, but the room he rented is in the fourth arrondissement, and he regards it as his home, at least among the few French people he knows, it has been confirmed that there is at least no problem with the security of the fourth arrondissement.

The subway just passed a stop, and when the subway stopped, a girl walked to Chen Xing's carriage in a panic from the carriage in front of her.

I saw a tall, handsome, and kind-looking handsome guy staring at him. Xie Siyan breathed a sigh of relief, walked behind Chen Xing and stopped.

Chen Xing felt that she was a little familiar, looked at her and thought for a while, and asked in Chinese: "Spicy strips?" ”