Zhou Yu didn't feel strange at all in the face of the other party's question, but the gentleman opposite made him very familiar, and the first impression was also very good.

"Hmm...... This gentleman, first of all, art is diverse, it is undeniable that most of the art will make people feel beautiful, feel happy, but there are also some art with another level of meaning, just like the work of this Marcel Duchamp, which is one of the representatives. ”

Zhou Yu said and pointed to the urinal that was quite abrupt and signed with his name on it.

"Oh...... So, can you tell us what the meaning of the other layer represents? ”

Zhou Yu said: "Before I came to New York, I spent a long time in Europe, and I also traveled to some countries, where a similar art style has emerged, and everyone collectively calls it 'Dadaism'. ”

"Dadaism?"

The man repeated in confusion.

"Yes, it's Dadaism, at first this new art and concept was born out of this war, they wanted to express more of an attitude of thought, not a way, it could be poetry, it could be music, it could be painting, it could be a urinal.

They believe that this great catastrophe is related to the idealistic logic of power, and that this society can only be saved by awakening people's inner intuition through anti-rational strategies.

So the Dadas expressed their feelings about the absurd with a nihilistic attitude, which is what you see, and I remember that the writer Monsieur Hugo founded a tavern called Voltaire in Zurich, and it was from there that Dada art first appeared.

You can think of them as a spoof, or you can think of them as nonsense, but you can't deny the value of the ideas they want to express, they firmly believe that the impulse to destroy is also the impulse to create, and I prefer to believe that it is a silent protest against war rather than an artistic expression. ”

As soon as Zhou Yu's explanation of Dada's art fell, he heard a sound of clapping hands not far behind him.

He turned his head to see the female owner of the gallery walking out with a black-haired man with thin cheeks, sunken eyes, and a somewhat low hairline.

This person's figure is a little rickety, wearing a cotton coat, and he is looking at Zhou Yu at the moment, clapping his palms very regularly.

"Well said, well said! This gentleman, I am Marcel Duchamp, and your explanation of Dadaism speaks to my heart! The philistines and laymen only revolve around Picasso, around Monet, against what is beyond their own knowledge, burying their heads in the sand pit like ostriches, avoiding this inhumane war, as if nothing had happened in the New World. ”

Zhou Yu saw this figure he had known from books appear in front of him, hurriedly got up and shook hands with the other party, and looked at this controversial but avant-garde figure of modern art --- Marcel Duchamp with interest.

Some people describe him as a mocker of high art, a poisonous snake in the basket of art, and a demon who destroys beauty, but it has to be said that he has left a strong mark on modern art and Western art history, and has become a benchmark figure.

"Hello, Monsieur Duchamp, it is a pleasure to meet you and to appreciate your work."

The man with long cheeks, glasses, and an elegant scholarly demeanor heard Zhou Yu's introduction, and seemed to be thinking about something alone, and he didn't say hello when he saw the artist himself, as if he was immersed in his own world.

Marcel Duchamp sat next to Zhou Yu, looking at the latter's eyes full of fanaticism, which was a kind of fanaticism as if Maxima had finally met his Bole.

"Sir, may I have the privilege of knowing your name?" Marcel Duchamp asked.

"Of course, my name is Bruce Chow, I live on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, I run a business called the Dragon Chamber of Commerce, I'm very interested in art, especially Mr. Duchamp, of course, I'm also interested in the works of other artists here, I wonder if you have any intention of selling?"

Duchamp did not hide the smile on his face at all, and said: "This work of mine has been sent to other art exhibitions before, but it has not been allowed to be exhibited, this is the first time to appear in public, I didn't expect to meet you."

Sir, you are a person who really understands art! But with all due respect, I apologize that I am not going to sell the only work "Spring", Mr. Bruce Chow, you need not be discouraged, maybe you can take a look at my other works. ”

"Oh, that's a shame, but I'm also very interested in your other work."

Duchamp's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Bruce Zhou, please wait!" ”

After saying that, he turned his head and ran towards the office area of the gallery, not knowing what to do, and it was only then that the gentleman with glasses and gentle and elegant recovered from Zhou Yu's words just now.

"Criticism of war? It turns out that this art form is called Dada...... I was offended. ”

Zhou Yu looked at each other and said with a smile: "This kind of art normal people will have doubts at first sight, sir, only by understanding the original intention of their creation and the inner emotions they want to express, can they understand these cutting-edge artists more deeply, and they can also understand their works."

Aside from the "Spring", which is the urinal work, you can see that the other paintings are also quite good, and these works, which you say are wild and bold in color, I prefer to call them Fauvism, and these are processed abstractions, and this kind of painting is not uncommon in Picasso's works. ”

The gentleman with glasses nodded thoughtfully and said: "Thank you, this gentleman, I have learned a lot today, before today, I thought that these so-called cutting-edge artists were some innocent moaning, grandstanding speculators, but today after your explanation, I found out that there is a deep meaning in this......

Yes, the impact of the war that just ended on humanity was enormous, and although our federal government in the New World did not suffer too much in the losses, it still sacrificed tens of thousands of excellent young people...... Behind this represents tens of thousands of broken families! Fortunately, the terrible war is over, but this war without gunpowder is still going on in places where ordinary citizens can't see it......"

Zhou Yu heard the helplessness and exhaustion in the other party's words, and tried to explain: "Sir, there are always endless problems in this world, whether it is our life or work, we have to try to slow down the pace, just like a person who travels, if he no longer regards the destination of the trip as the only focus, and enjoys the beautiful scenery on both sides of the road with his heart, maybe there will be more impressive, unforgettable harvest." ”

The gentleman on the other side was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Zhou Yu to use this metaphor to explain him, and shook his head with a wry smile: "I shouldn't have said this, I felt it for a while, by the way, I don't know what you call it?" ”

Zhou Yu thought secretly, just now I sat opposite you to introduce myself to others, but fortunately, I didn't listen to a word at all.

Although he slandered in his heart, Zhou Yu was even more impressed by this person, which shows that he can enter a state of not being disturbed when thinking about problems, but this ability is not something that everyone will have.

"Bruce Chow, you can call me Bruce, a businessman who lives on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, this gentleman, I don't know what you call him?"

"Franklin Delano Roosevelt."

The man replied slowly.