There is no frills in the empty exhibition hall, only spotlights and paintings on the white walls.

Such a simple space, but there is a power to calm people down.

The exhibition was very lively, and there were many people who looked at the paintings, and most of them remained silent, and only when they saw the paintings they liked would they chat with their peers.

It seems that loud noise is a desecration of art, and exhibitions such as the National Art Exhibition are inherently serious and somewhat different from the restlessness of the modern art exhibitions of previous years.

A few years ago, some people even shot at the modern art exhibition in public, using it as a performance art.

The artist's fervor almost pushed the exhibition to the pinnacle of Chinese art history.

But the damage of fanaticism was also profound, and after that, performance art was completely degenerated into underground art.

The East Village, which is home to performance artists, was also affected by the aftermath and was completely banned last year.

Modern art has never been the art of the individual, and fanaticism and presumptuousness can easily be labeled as deviant.

Chen Li'an has been suppressing the restlessness in his heart now, and keeps telling himself that art is not crazy.

A true artist is never a real madman, who may look like a psychopath, but who always remains calm and sane inside.

Turn yourself into a fanatical madman for the sake of art, which only a true madman would do.

Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong, who were hanging out in the art exhibition, were a little bored, especially Zhang Guorong, who now just wanted to play a few rounds of mahjong in a kitsch manner, and he didn't like the works in the art exhibition very much.

Although Wang Zuxian felt bored, she still took it very seriously to "appreciate" these paintings that she didn't understand.

Just like her brother said to her, only by improving your artistic accomplishment can you really capture Chen Li'an's heart!

Wang Zuxian was a little frustrated in her heart, in the past, she only needed to capture the hearts of countless men through her beauty, but now she wants to look at oil paintings pitifully for a man.

If the world is not worth it, it is better to become a monk.

On the other hand, Chen Li'an, who listened to the judges of the organizer for a long time, found Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong who were admiring the oil paintings with some headaches.

Seeing that Wang Zuxian was admiring an oil painting of a bumper harvest, Chen Li'an walked over and asked, "I've never seen such a pastoral harvest, have you?" ”

Wang Zuxian, who just wanted to become a monk, heard Chen Li'an's voice, and immediately jumped up with excitement, turned his head to look at him and asked, "Are you done?" ”

"Well, there's not much going on behind that." Chen Li'an glanced at Zhang Guorong, who was a little bored, took out the phone and glanced at the time, and said with a smile: "It's not early, let's go eat." ”

"Good!" Zhang Guorong responded immediately, more actively than playing mahjong.

Wang Zuxian also nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll treat you and celebrate your award." ”

"It's just a small prize, no need to celebrate." Chen Li'an didn't think that this matter was worth celebrating, and the Excellence Award this time was far less valuable than the Gold Award.

"Don't worry about those little things, go eat first!" Zhang Guorong pulled Wang Zuxian and Chen Li'an away, and hurriedly wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong puzzled and asked, "I remember that you like to collect oil paintings?" Why are you so impatient? ”

"I just don't like the style of painting." Zhang Guorong explained again: "And I want to play a few rounds of mahjong today." ”

Chen Li'an was helpless, suspecting that he was still annoyed that the thirteenth day had not been completed.

"Is there anything going on in the afternoon? Let's go play mahjong. Zhang Guorong asked.

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "I don't have time in the afternoon, I'm going to meet my art manager." ”

"Is something wrong?" Wang Zuxian asked curiously beside him.

Chen Li'an explained with a smile: "The jury just told me that they would select a few outstanding works to represent China in next year's Venice Biennale. ”

Participating in the National Art Exhibition and having the opportunity to represent domestic artworks to be exhibited at the Venice Biennale was something Chen Li'an did not expect.

The Venice Biennale has set up national pavilions, and the participating countries can display some of their domestic artworks.

When China first participated, it only sent a few pieces of porcelain to participate, and then slowly added a lot of contemporary art.

Originally, Chen Li'an and Ji Fa discussed holding two art exhibitions in Europe before the Venice Biennale and making a little name for themselves in the international art world, and then exhibiting in an exhibition hall outside the national pavilion.

Now I didn't expect to have the opportunity to directly participate on behalf of the country, but this opportunity is not so easy to obtain.

The judges are still discussing which work to choose, and they just let out the wind in advance to tell the winners of the art exhibition, but Chen Li'an saw a little difference from this move

As we all know, modern artworks need packaging marketing, and there are many sayings and routines in it, and even some abnormal transactions will be involved.

This time, the jury released the news in advance, which is very intriguing, why not just select it and then notify it?

Chen Li'an couldn't help but shake his head, and then stopped thinking about this question, and asked her for advice as a professional when he saw Ji Fa in the afternoon.

After accompanying Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian to lunch, Chen Li'an ran away decisively, both of them wanted to pull him to stay, one wanted Chen Li'an to accompany him to play mahjong, and the other wanted Chen Li'an to take her shopping.

How can a manly husband be a plaything and lose his mind and indulge in women's sex!

Chen Li'an took a taxi to the Yuanmingyuan Painters' Village, where hundreds of artists and rock 'n' roll players gathered, and the overall atmosphere was very good, so it was disbanded next year.

The reason for the dissolution is similar to that of the East Village, and the impact of a group of artists getting together is great and uncontrollable.

Of course, the main reason is that the times are progressing, and the pace of urbanization has stepped here, and the old and dilapidated will naturally be submerged by the tide of the times.

The painter's village is much more lively than Songzhuang, but the environment is similar to that of Songzhuang, the same old and dilapidated.

Chen Li'an walked down the street and watched the painters standing in the snow gather to smoke and chat, very comfortable and relaxed, the only thing that made me feel noisy was the heart-rending roar and restless music coming from a few courtyards.

I don't know which band is going crazy, and the songs they sing don't have anything to appreciate other than making people feel noisy.

At this time, there are many people who play rock and roll, but there are few who are famous, most people just like it but don't have much talent.

Even a lot of people just pretend to smell honey

Chen Li'an walked around the village and soon found Ji Fa in a courtyard, her blonde hair stood out in the sun.

Bai Qing stood beside her, wearing a hat and scarf looking a little bored.

Chen Li'an walked over and saw Ji Fa chatting with a thin painter with long hair and a large figure, and in front of them was a Popist oil painting with an exaggerated image of a man laughing openly.

Bai Qing was the first to notice Chen Li'an, and immediately ran over, lifted his hat and asked, "Come here so soon?" ”

"Well, you've found the right painter?" Chen Li'an raised his hand and straightened Bai Qing's hat and asked.

Bai Qing glanced back at Ji Fa and the painter and said with some disappointment: "No, most of the paintings here are not good enough. ”

"You don't like it? Or does Jifa not like it? Chen Li'an pulled his scarf and asked.

"I don't like it." Bai Qing's thin eyebrows wrinkled together and said: "These people have become impetuous when they get together, and the things they draw have a cynical flavor, which I don't like very much." ”

Chen Li'an looked at the exaggerated color of the pop oil paintings, and felt that Bai Qing was right, these paintings were indeed a bit excessive.

"I've always felt that Popism wasn't for Chinese painters." Bai Qing and Chen Li'an stood side by side and looked at the painter chatting with Ji Fa and said: "The impact of Westernism is too serious, and if you lose your correct understanding, blind pursuit will only go further and further." ”

"Rootless wood." Chen Li'an continued: "The same is true of the current social atmosphere, free-spirited, throwing away all traditional concepts at once, learning and learning are not like having a negative attitude towards themselves and society, and in the end they will only become different." ”

"I feel like it's going to be like the East Village." Bai Qing sighed and said.

Chen Li'an turned his head and looked at Bai Qing with some surprise, but he didn't expect that her political sense was also very keen.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an's surprised expression and asked, "You don't believe it?" ”

"No, I'm sure, but it's a little better than the East Village, at least there aren't that many performance artists." Chen Li'an shook his head and explained.

Bai Qing nodded, in terms of artistic fanaticism, this place is indeed a little worse than the East Village, more like a group of people gathering here to keep warm, like a gypsy camp.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Fa finished chatting with the painter at this time, walked over to look at Chen Li'an, who he hadn't seen for several days, and asked, "How do you feel about going to Xiangjiang?" ”

"It's not bad, I've made a few friends." Chen Li'an replied lightly, always feeling that Ji Fa's eyes were not quite right when he looked at him.

Ji Fa's blue eyes were very beautiful, staring at Chen Li'an's beautiful face, and said with some loss: "I've been terrible these days, why is there only one Bai Qing and one Chen Li'an, the painters here are too immature." ”

"Maybe you should go to the art exhibition and see a few very good works." Chen Li'an suggested.

"I'll go." Ji Fa sighed and said, "I always feel that art all over the world is withering, and there are fewer and fewer artists with potential. ”

Chen Li'an said undeniably: "Maybe it's because the standard of living has improved." ”

"That's right." Ji Fa nodded in agreement: "Most excellent works are created in a difficult environment, and too good an environment will only corrode the soul of the artist." ”

Chen Li'an smiled and said to Ji Fa: "Cherish the present, art will become cheaper and cheaper in the future." ”

It's so cheap that you can call yourself an artist by taking a few random videos that you don't know what to do.

The cost of creating art has gone from consuming the artist's inspiration and passion to consuming a few bars of power on the phone.

Ji Fa, who found nothing in Yuanmingyuan Village, could only leave with disappointment.

In a café in Xinjiekou, after listening to Chen Li'an's story at the art exhibition, Ji Fa thought for a while and said: "This is indeed a good opportunity, but it may not be so simple." ”

"I know, that's why I'm asking for your opinion." Chen Li'an took a sip of coffee, and then said: "If you want to fight for it, it may be more troublesome, my personal opinion is to follow fate." ”

If Ji Fa was a Chinese from twenty years later, he would have smiled and asked how many yuan would he have to take to win that spot.

Ji Fa thought for a while and said: "I think we still have to fight for it, after all, it is a good opportunity, the Venice Biennale has a high gold content, and if you win the award, all your works will appreciate in value." ”

"The most important thing is that there are so few works of art in you now, I can't even do it for you if I want to." Ji Fa sighed a little lost as he spoke, and then said: "I originally wanted to find a few painters who are as talented as you to do a young painter exhibition together, but unfortunately I didn't find it." ”

"Can't film festivals?" Chen Li'an asked with a frown.

Ji Fa stirred the coffee and said: "Of course you can, it's just that they won't understand that your previous film festival was put in Europe, and the social environment is different." ”

Chen Li'an looked at the exquisitely decorated café, turned his head to look at the age-filled street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said, "I'm not the only one with that set of works. ”

"Do you have a new work?" Ji Fa asked as he put down the spoon in his hand.

Chen Li'an nodded and said: "That's right, but it's only half done, the theme is Xiangjiang, the two sides of the city." ”

Chen Li'an was afraid that Ji Fa would not understand the pigeon cage, so he changed the word.

Hearing that Chen Li'an had a new work, Ji Fa couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, this is too prolific, but then he realized that a prolific artist means that the value is not high.

"You're too prolific, that's not good." Ji Fa couldn't help but say: "You have to control your inspiration in the future, otherwise it will become cheap." ”

Chen Li'an was impressed by Ji Fa's theory, so he had to nod and say, "Okay, I won't talk to you in the future." ”

Ji Fa: "." Do you want to go it alone!!

Bai Qing finally couldn't help laughing next to him, and interjected: "The inspiration can't be controlled, he is very talented, you shouldn't limit it, just control the amount of works flowing out." ”

"I know." Ji Fa glanced at Chen Li'an, and then said seriously: "You should know that my duty is to help you sell your works at a high price, although this is very cheesy, but this is very important!" ”

"I understand, otherwise I wouldn't have signed a contract with you." Chen Li'an is not a rigid person, nor does he pretend to think that art can't talk about money, and talking about money is cheesy.

Why can't artists make money, artists also need to live.

"Alright, now take me to see what you're only half-done." Ji Fa couldn't wait, and now that there was no alternative to the Youth Art Exhibition, she could only hope that Chen Li'an would be able to create better works.

Art managers also have to make money, how can they maintain the dignity of artists without making money?

15,000 to complete, owes the big guy more -1.

Don't scold me anymore... Tomorrow will continue to be ten thousand! Olli give!!

(End of chapter)