Chapter 31: The True Style
When all the professors agreed, Zhong walked up and took a look at the painting.
Everyone suddenly looked at the woman who had come out of nowhere.
This is not the place where celebrities should be.
At this time, she ignored others and began to speak freely.
"This painting is indeed retro, it is a 'teacher of the ancients', not just an 'ancient meaning'. is very similar to the 'Loudong School' of the Qing Dynasty, although the skills are indeed seamless, but they are lifeless, without vitality, and self-conscious. ”
After hearing this, several professors felt that she was a little knowledgeable but still lacked convincing.
Professor Qin walked over leisurely, seemingly introducing her, "This is the little girl brought by Fu Yanyan, just now I appreciated the painting with her, and I found that she not only has insights into painting, but also has a good level of literary understanding. ”
One of the old professors asked in Chinese with a foreign accent, "Do you think this painting is a self-congested Qinggao?" So tell me, what kind of painting is not considered self-conscious? ”
It's not difficult, it's a question.
Because if the professor in the second field hadn't heard that she was Fu Yanyan's person, I am afraid that he would immediately spew out English and ask endless questions.
They don't think a young man in his twenties is qualified to challenge their authoritative understanding.
Professor Qin is also very helpless, this is the stereotype abroad.
In addition to him, many of the present were foreign professors.
It is true that their understanding of Chinese culture is not so exquisite, but they do have their own well-known works in the art world, as well as working in well-known universities, and most of their students are art students with some achievements.
Their level has indeed made many people worship.
At first, Professor Qin was a little worried, whether this little girl would not be able to answer, after all, these foreign professors have always been harsh and serious.
Zhong Wuyan looked calm and calm, not angry, and her posture was neither humble nor arrogant.
Her all-English pronunciation is standard, full of poetry.
"Just now, Professor Qin said that I have some literary level, so I can talk about the so-called painting and literature through this painting.
Some people may think that the two are not related, but that art is the same.
In the past, Chinese painting was also called literati painting.
It was because there was no skill in painting at that time, it was a kind of sensibility, a kind of faith and heart.
It's like writing an article, the more you write, the more you write, the more you believe.
Both are based on feelings and feelings.
First of all, I don't like completely antique Chinese paintings, which are imitation of Chinese style, not real Chinese style.
It has only structure, only exquisite technology and visual enjoyment, just like a piece of literature with gorgeous rhetoric and no disease moaning. ”
Professor Qin was pleasantly surprised again, he turned his head to look at Fu Yanyan, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, and the staff next to him helped serve tea and pour water.
He seemed to be dealing with the copywriting, but he heard everything she was talking about.
Professor Qin gave him an affirmative look.
As if to say, this woman is good and very powerful.
After all, she was the first in recent years to choke these foreign professors without speaking.
One of the local professors pushed his glasses, his sharp eyes staring at her, and he also spoke in broken Chinese.
"That's not bad, but there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers.
This does not negate the value of the painting. Although it is not Chinese-style, the visual communication of this painting is very exquisite.
Whatever you think, I love it. Many of the oil paintings here are scenes, and many meanings are not visible, and the meanings are not linked to the value of the paintings. What do you think? ”
That's true.
Oil painting will pay more attention to the uniqueness of artistic conception and technique.
As for the meaning, it is all given by the viewer.
But she shook her head, because other paintings might work, but this one didn't.
"In today's fast-paced society, the information of the major art circles is mixed, and if there is no unconventional standard, it is difficult to have an impact, and if there is no impact, what is the value.
If we still pretend to be high-minded, thinking that painting should be unique, that no one appreciates the superb skills, and that we want to do the same as ancient paintings, we will really be living more and more.
Nowadays, people are busy with work, and paintings have appeared frequently in recent years, if they are too elegant to appreciate and have no connotation, no matter how good the skill and vision are, there is no way to generate value.
What you think is good, is just what you think. On the road of art, painters can bloom on different paths, but if they follow the same path, they can only lead to perdition. ”
Several professors fell into thought, and finally praised her, "Yes, you are very good at critical thinking." ”
Professor Qin applauded.
The corners of Fu Yanyan's mouth also rose, and after he finished handling the affairs, he stood up.
At this moment, his tall, slender body stood behind her.
Those foreign professors won't say a few words, but they still appreciate her very much, after all, she is young and insightful.
I just don't know how good my drawing skills are?
"That's it, tomorrow there will be a rookie show here, we have a studio here, and then we still have to see the real skills of the little girl."
Professor Qin said this in order to ease the occasion.
Everyone dispersed, spoke thousands of sentences, and in the end, they still had to speak with strength.
She walked out of the room, only to feel a sudden stomach ache.
"What's wrong?" Fu Yanyan wanted to reach out and grab her shoulder, but she withdrew again.
Professor Qin didn't know him very well, so he didn't touch her because of his gentlemanly demeanor.
Actually, no, with his power, he is not so cautious that he thinks about it even though he is very worried.
"It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom."
Zhong Yanyan estimated that she caught a cold at the airport, so she agreed to Fu Yanyan to take a private jet.
The original owner's body is cold, and he can't stand the cool breeze and cold water, otherwise it will be as short as a few hours, and after twenty-four hours, he will start to have a stomachache.
She covered it for a while, then it was much better, and she stood up with a pale face.
Suddenly, she heard a few gasps.
The woman's coquettish gasp.
Then, there was the voice of a man......
No one would do that in the women's bathroom in the palace......
The toilets in the palace are elegantly decorated, and even the drawing mirrors on the walls are a bit of history.
It's getting closer to the evening, and there should be only a few reputable people left here.
However, she was not surprised, don't think that aristocratic families, literati and artists are all noble people. They tend to have a clearer outlook and more presumptuous behavior, but compared with some self-made bosses, they are slightly less disgusting and perverted in their speech and behavior.
She was just about to leave when she saw a woman with her hair draped and her loose skirt walking out.
It looks like nothing has been done.
However, for such a traffic star, the hair is not unmanaged, it is clear that he has just exercised.