Chapter 58: A Tool for Arousing Desire

Anna's fingertips brushed cautiously across the surface of the illustration.

Her blue eyes stared at the paper in her hand for a long time.

Except for the occasional blinking of her eyes and the gentle movements of her fingertips, the audience wonders if she has turned into a perfect ice sculpture.

No one spoke in the studio, and the photographer gave Anna a long shot of silence, only occasionally switching to a close-up of her side face.

In short videos, this kind of lens language is rarely used.

Nowadays, the self-media videos that provide fans and viewers to watch in fragmented time pay attention to every inch of time.

Every second there is a new breaking point, and the more exaggerated the content, the better.

After all, people are too busy in society now, and many people have to watch the "Pay attention, this man is ......" series of commentaries on the Internet even after watching a popcorn movie.

The process of appreciating oil paintings is not interesting in itself.

The audience is coming in to find excitement, you put a long shot of an art film here, and make sure that everyone scolds and turns off the video.

However, Mr. Hyperion, the world's No. 1 influencer, did just that in his new million-dollar video.

Thomas seems confident in what the audience likes to watch.

There's no BGM, no dialogue, and no subtitles like YouTube usually used to insert [ 2000 years later. (After a long time)] is usually used to this kind of clip and just cut it away.

Time just passed quietly minute by minute.

The comments in the discussion room on the right are refreshed at a slower rate at this moment.

It's not that the audience is getting smaller, but the iceberg girl in a wheelchair seems to have a solemn power when looking at the paintings, which makes the audience quiet all at once.

Afraid of their rash words, they shattered the ice-forged statue of the goddess.

Her beauty has an oppressive aura, which makes people unconsciously want to hold their breath.

A beautiful girl - this kind of imagery really has a power to penetrate men and women, and communicate with China and the world.

If someone hates such a scene, just because she's not pretty enough.

Not only Komatsu Taro and Tsunamasa Sakai in front of the video watched their hearts swaying, and they couldn't restrain themselves.

Even beauties like Sakai's mother and daughter are staring at the camera in the video with appreciative eyes.

"If I can ask her to be my model, I will definitely be able to draw a very good work." Katsuko Sakai said slowly.

"This little girl has a fairytale beauty."

Mrs. Sakai thought about it and finally found the right rhetoric.

The old manor house covered with verdant vines, the old and quiet old-school studio, and the beautiful girl wearing a veil crown.

Everything in front of me has the temperament of a fairy tale as unreal as a dream, like a page torn from "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and falling into the world.

The cameraman's lens pans towards Anna's side face.

As she spent more time looking at the paintings, the ice sculptures began to melt and their expressions became more vivid than ever.

The girl would sometimes purse her lips and her eyelashes flutter, as if to see something that pleased her.

Sometimes I would frown inexplicably, and my face turned into frost again, not the kind of coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away, but seems to be a little sad about his misfortune and angry indignation.

She gritted her teeth, as if to say something, but in the end it turned into an exclamation between her lips and teeth.

"Hopelessly stupid!"

Anna finally put down the magnifying glass and carefully loaded the paper into the frame.

As a result, many unknown viewers in the comment area immediately couldn't accept it.

"Wow, this girl just looked so cold."

"Can anyone explain to me what happened to this young lady?"

"Is this good or !!bad?"

"At this point, do you really care about whether the painting is good or not? It's just looking at a painting, why does she look like she's out of love. ”

"I can't accept it, I hate this artist."

……

Thomas saw Anna put the frame away, put the magnifying glass and other tools back into the toolbox, and took off the silk gloves on her hands.

"Miss Yelena, can we continue filming? Do you need to take a moment to look at the other paintings? ”

Thomas signaled that he was not in a hurry.

"No need."

Anna showed no interest in looking at the other works, and after putting the paper back into the frame, she quickly returned to her cold appearance.

Frost refreezes.

It was as if the rich expression on his face just now was an illusion.

"I chose the fourth from the bottom...... Which illustrator did you hire who is doing avant-garde art? Elton Byrne, Jerry Dunstan, or De Jong Van Doorne? ”

Anna casually called out a few names.

Thomas's expression was a little surprised, and he turned his head to look at the staff beside him.

"Uh...... How do you know. I'm sorry. Miss Elena, as we agreed......"

"According to the agreement, I shouldn't know the specific painter until the final result is revealed."

Anna interrupted Thomas.

"Don't worry, no one has told me who the painter is privately. It's just that there are only a few artists who have exquisite artistic skills in today's illustration world, but they like to engage in these nihilistic painting styles. Guessing who they are is as easy for me as it is to tell the shade of a paint. ”

"It's the artist De Jong Van Doorne."

"I'm not surprised."

Anna handed Thomas an illustration from one of the four frames.

It was a blackened palm with six fingers, and its motif was a messy piece of shredded paper, with a large stack of letters stacked on top of each other.

It was probably "Hyperion", but it was completely unrecognizable.

Not only does the text itself vary in color, but it also looks dizzying from yellow to bright purple.

And the letters are crooked, with a unique sense of design.

One of the letters, P, is not only very huge, but the arc above is tilted and twisted up and down, becoming a figure 8 that is small at the top and large at the bottom, and the straight line at the bottom is crooked and slanted throughout the picture.

If it is said that the graffiti of the homeless man makes people feel ridiculous to watch.

Then the biggest impression of this painting is nothingness, messiness, and the regular overlap of meaningless lines.

The whole picture presents an art style that is incomprehensible.

"What's this...... Why I don't understand it at all. ”

"Uh, Mr. Hyperion really didn't misplace the picture? Are the previous ones really the same subject? I felt dizzy after watching it for a while. ”

"Wow, that's cool, this painting is amazing. Haven't you heard of Van Doorne? I like the clothes he designed, and I have a 500 euro co-branded coat. ”

The comment section quickly took the painting as the theme, and a new quarrel erupted.

Some people don't understand it, and some people think it's really cool.

Anna didn't seem to have any interest in appreciating the painting, she just glanced at it casually, and commented with a lack of interest.

"A lot of people think that Van Doorn is a very talented painter, a genius at color composition. The painting is also in the classic Van Doorn style, the colors are full, the design sense view, the lines are good, but ......"

"But you don't like him, right, you're prejudiced against him? I knew it. ”

In the process of filming, there are no fans, and the security officer who is active suddenly interjected.

Thomas looked at the bearded uncle with some strange eyes: "What are you talking about?" ”

"I love Mr. Van Doorne's trendy clothes."

The bearded uncle seems to be a fan of Van Doorne.

He was too late to be surprised to hear that the painting turned out to be the work of Van Doorne.

Miss Anna had eliminated the master of art in her mind so early, and Uncle Security Officer seemed a little unacceptable.

"But I know that some art critics hate Van Doorne so much that they denigrate him because of some ...... that have no evidence."

Because of the rumors, he once said at a drinking party that "Anna didn't seem to care about the attack on her beard, and she turned her head sideways to explain to the camera," that the woman was just a tool to stimulate his desire to paint. ”

"Yes, I do hate him. What reason would I have to like him? ”

Anna said coldly, "Who does he think he is - 007 on a mission?" Sorry, he's just a fat, ugly old white man, and even James Bond doesn't dare to talk like that now. ”

"He said that women were just tools to stimulate his desires. Van Doorne is clearly self-aware at this point. Because if it were the other way around, looking at his face, not only would it not arouse my desire for the slightest, it would only make me want to vomit. ”

"But that's why I want to get rid of his paintings, which has nothing to do with personal perception, only with art."