"Do you compare the chair to society or system? Glass is the indifference and alienation of human feelings? ”

Chen Li'an patted the chair vigorously and said: "You can understand it, this kind of chair that is extremely uncomfortable to sit on is like the predicament of the times and individuals, I am very disgusted and want to be more comfortable, but I have to accept it, or fight or accept it or be corrected." ”

"In fact, everyone doesn't pay attention to the suffering of others, and it doesn't make a big difference whether there is glass or not."

After listening to Chen Li'an's explanation, Jia Hongsheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have you ever done similar performance art?" I think it's a good topic to dig into. ”

"Maybe, but I don't like it." Chen Li'an replied lightly, turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoshuai and asked, "Are you still struggling?" I don't have much time today. ”

Wang Xiaoshuai glanced at Jia Hongsheng and was a little hesitant, because Chen Li'an's appearance was too handsome and somewhat inconsistent with what he imagined Qi Lei.

"We've made a decision, and this role belongs to you." Shu Qi said suddenly.

Shu Qi doesn't know Jia Hongsheng, but he prefers Chen Li'an, both in terms of image and his interpretation of performance art.

Wang Xiaoshuai opened his mouth and did not refute, acquiescing to this decision, anyway, these two people are fine.

Chen Li'an looked up, then nodded and said, "Okay, please give me the script, I will come over on time when the camera starts." ”

"Don't you want to talk about salary?" Shu Qi asked curiously.

Chen Li'an glanced at the simple layout in the room, shook his head and said, "You don't have any money, I don't care, anyway, there isn't much." ”

Shu Qi was a little helpless, the crew really didn't have much money, and the salary could only be given a few hundred yuan or even less at most.

Chen Li'an knows how much he can be paid, so he doesn't care very much, and talking about the salary at the beginning is cliché.

Even if you bargain like buying vegetables, you can't make the salary more, and the crew itself has no money.

.......

An hour later, Chen Li'an left the extremely cold audition location and strolled through the alleys of the West Village, where he wanted to observe the characters and find a teacher to learn oil painting.

The location of the West Village is remote and shabby, but the art scene is strong.

Paints of all colors can be seen everywhere on the walls, but there are no complete paintings, and graffiti art has not yet become popular in the capital.

From a distance, it looks more like the walls are covered with moss and flowers, and the pastoral atmosphere is stronger than the street atmosphere.

Here, if you knock on a door, you might come out with a paint-stained painter or a sculptor with a carving knife in his hand.

It's just that it's a little too dilapidated, with old houses and industrial waste everywhere.

The West Village is somewhat quiet during the day, and the artists seem to like to go out at night.

Chen Li'an walked in the alleys of the West Village, imagining how the artists who lived here lived.

This is key to his experience of the characters.

Chen Li'an is not keen on performance art, and his chat with Wang Xiaoshuai is just his performance.

Before coming to the audition, he put himself in the shoes of an artist.

This performance was a success and allowed him to win the role.

But it's not that simple to really play a good performance artist, this is a different group of people.

Chen Li'an needs to have a deep understanding of the thoughts and hearts of such people, otherwise the things that come out of the performance can only be superficial.

This is also the reason why Chen Li'an didn't talk much during the audition today.

Extreme Cold was not a very successful film, there was no box office and no awards, and there was not even money for post-production until 96.

But this is an opportunity for Chen Li'an to enter the sight of the sixth generation of directors.

Wang Xiaoshuai is the first independent filmmaker in the sixth generation of domestic directors, and has a certain representation in this group.

The title of "Seven Gentlemen" was still very loud in the later domestic literary and artistic film circles.

Chen Li'an was now following behind a painter, secretly observing him.

He was tall but thin, and wore his normal-sized jeans like bucket jeans, with a lot of paint left on them.

What caught Chen Li'an's attention the most was his hair, which was very long and dirty, sticking together strands by strands, which was very similar to the famous street attractions in Europe and the United States - the homeless.

However, Chen Li'an noticed his eyes, and there was a glint of excitement in his slender eyes.

There are many such people in the West Village now, but in a dozen years there will be very few such people, and artists such as the West Village, the East Village, Songzhuang or Huozhuang will die out in a few years under the torrent of economic development.

Then it will become a consumer product and re-enter the capital to continue to contribute to economic development.

Chen Li'an remembers that he went to the 798 Art District once in 15 years in his previous life, and most of the people who engaged in art at that time were pseudo-artists dressed in avant-garde fashion.

Their expressions are very arrogant, and they have a kind of maverick that separates themselves from the world.

It looks a lot like "artist", but in reality, most people are just putting on a show.

In Chen Li'an's view, it is more like a very naïve performance and disguise, or a very low-level show-off.

The group of people more than ten years later is far less pure than the current group of people.

Chen Li'an followed the man all the way to the courtyard he rented, there were four or five rooms in the courtyard, and in the middle of the courtyard there was a table with leftovers and beer bottles from last night.

The tall, thin man hurried across the courtyard and pushed open a wing room to the west and entered.

It seems that there are several people living here, and it is likely that they are all painters who graduated from CAFA.

Chen Li'an followed into the courtyard, and when he saw that the thin and tall man did not close the door, he walked to the door of the room and looked over.

The tall and thin man sat on a small pony, pulled a paintbrush from the bucket and rubbed it on his pants, the turpentine instantly soaking his pants.

The peculiar smell of turpentine immediately appeared in Chen Li'an's nasal cavity, and it seemed that even the air began to become artistic.

The tall and lanky man picked up the palette, dipped it in a pile of colorful paints and began to rub it onto the blank canvas.

Chen Li'an leaned against the door and watched him draw, but he didn't see what he wanted to paint.

Chen Li'an is not curious, he has no interest in painting, his attention is more on people.

The tall and thin man was really engaged, and the glint of excitement in his eyes was even a little dazzling.

Chen Li'an squinted his eyes and observed carefully, and then found that his body trembled slightly, but his right hand holding the paintbrush was very steady.

On the canvas, the brushstrokes are not affected in the slightest.

It's about entering into a world of self and putting oneself into it.

Chen Li'an felt that he was very lucky that the randomly selected passers-by were in this state, providing him with a good object to observe.

Just when Chen Li'an was carefully observing, a round and white arm suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

"Old Zhao friend? He's painting a new one, and the colors are very warm. ”

A somewhat hoarse voice appeared in Chen Li'an's ears, with a hint of laziness in his tone.

Chen Li'an turned his head to see that it was a girl with short hair, with a small face but a plump figure.

Wearing a white short-sleeved hand-graffitied shirt and a red mark pressed out of sleep on her face, she looks sexy and cute.

Chen Li'an turned his head, and Bai Qing saw his face, and his eyes, which were originally tired, immediately lit up.

"Hello." Chen Li'an said hello, turned his head and continued to look at the creation of "Lao Zhao".

Such a state of character is hard to find, and Chen Li'an needs to carefully figure it out and understand.

Bai Qing's arm was still on Chen Li'an's shoulder, and the center of gravity of his body was tilted towards Chen Li'an to look at Lao Zhao in the room.

"Lao Zhao has been seeking transformation recently, but the process is very difficult, and realism has had too much influence on him."

Bai Qing leaned on Chen Li'an's body and sniffed his nose without hesitation, trying to distinguish this man by smell.

It smells good, it's just that the smell of the new clothes is a little too heavy, and there is no smell of oil paint.

Chen Li'an didn't reply, just quietly looked at Lao Zhao in the room.

Maybe it's a new inspiration or a new perception of an artistic idea.

Lao Zhao is in a very engaged state, the brush in his hand slowly becomes wanton, and the colors are even more unrestrained and bold, as if he has successfully got rid of the influence of realism.

It is difficult for such a person to perform, if he uses too much force, he will become a madman, and if he is too bland, he will act like a nerd.

In particular, the glint in his eyes and his exuberant mental state are very difficult to grasp.

Bai Qing observed Chen Li'an, leaned his face to Chen Li'an's ear and asked, "You are observing Lao Zhao, are you not his friend?" ”

"Hmm."

Chen Li'an pulled the knitted hat on his head and covered his ears.

Bai Qing shrank back, and the fingers on Chen Li'an's shoulders pinched a thread on the black sweater and ripped it off.

"Drama or novel?"

"Performance art."

Chen Li'an is adjusting his state and slowly entering the state of character, and his perception of his identity is also deliberately blurred.

"What theme?"

"The Value of Life for Marginal Artists."

"We're really marginal, how do you observe me?"