Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 78 78. Artistic creation requires inspiration

At the end of 1994, the transaction of art was not standardized. The most irregular thing was that there seemed to be no need to pay taxes.

But it’s not surprising. The art trading market in China is very small, and most of the transactions are private. Regular art auctions only started this year. It’s normal for many places to be imperfect.

Chen Li'an received tens of thousands of pounds, which was considered a small fortune. With such money, he could buy a house of one to two hundred square meters.

A set of works is worth a big house. If you calculate it this way, Chen Li'an's works are quite valuable, but this only takes up the dividends of the times.

The room for appreciation of a house is much greater than that of art. A house built in 1994 can increase tenfold in twenty years, and if an art can increase twice as much, you are considered lucky.

Chen Li'an, who had a huge sum of money in his pocket, walked with a sense of wind, but when he looked at the shops with a strong atmosphere of the times on the roadside, he had no desire to shop at all.

The best-selling products in stores these days are washing machines, televisions and the like, and Chen Li'an doesn't need them either.

Moreover, it is troublesome to spend such a large amount of foreign exchange, as you have to exchange it into RMB.

Foreign exchange coupons have just been cancelled, and foreign exchange can be used directly in the market, but foreign exchange is still not available in most places.

However, Chen Li'an did not need so much money. There was no need to convert it all into RMB. The country did not lack tens of thousands of yuan in foreign exchange.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and called Zhang Guorong. He would go to Xiangjiang in two days and could use the money to make some investments.

At the end of 1994, there was a financial crisis that swept the world. Although it was not as exaggerated as 1997, it was still possible to make a small amount of money.

At Zhang Guorong's home in Beijing, Chen Li'an lazily leaned on the white leather sofa and looked at the decoration of this high-end apartment.

Crystal chandeliers, leather sofas, fashionable decorative paintings and various simple furniture are simply products of two eras compared to most of the current housing in the capital.

Export-sale houses are good, and they are a few blocks better than domestic-sale houses and self-built houses. Especially compared with the large courtyard where Chen Li'an lives, it is almost two eras away.

"Why are you here today? Is the film festival over? Let's go to Xiangjiang tomorrow."

Zhang Guorong was wearing a black nightgown with messy hair and had just gotten up. However, even though he looked slovenly, he still looked like a handsome young man. If a woman saw the open neckline of the nightgown, she would probably scream.

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong's sleepy look and seriously suspected that he had not been out at home these days. It should be a normal operation for Xiangjiang people in the cold capital.

"I'll go in a few days. The concert is on the 19th, isn't it? Why are you going so early?" Chen Lian took an orange from the glass coffee table, peeled off a segment and threw it into his mouth.

Zhang Guorong smoothed his messy hair and said, "Tomorrow. It's so cold in Beijing this year. I haven't been out for a few days."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Guorong looked at the lazy Chen Li'an and said angrily: "If Gong Li hadn't told me that you had a film festival, I wouldn't have come. I really can't stand the weather in the capital."

"The day after tomorrow, I have something to do tomorrow." Chen Li'an was also quite embarrassed. Zhang Guorong had come all the way to support him, and still stayed in the capital for so long waiting for him to go to Xiangjiang with him.

Leslie Cheung walked to the single sofa next to him and sat down, took a sip of water and said, "Okay, but do you know what's going on at the concert you want to watch?"

Chen Li'an shook his head. He had never seen this concert in his previous life and didn't know much about it. He only watched the video and liked the song "Advanced Animals" that Dou Wei sang at that time.

Zhang Guorong lit a cigarette, then threw one to Chen Li'an, and then said with some surprise: "The man named He Yong said that the four kings are clowns, but Zhang Xueyou is okay. Many friends called me to tell me about this. Woolen cloth."

Chen Li'an lit the cigarette and turned the lighter in his hand. This kid He Yong really dares to let off steam, but this guy has always been open-minded.

Last year, Chen Li'an and He Yong had a conflict. The lighter they are using now is the trophy they won during the fight.

Zhang Guorong didn't care much about these things. He just thought of mentioning it, turned to look at Chen Li'an and asked, "How many days are you going to Xiangjiang to stay?"

"One week, I will definitely come back before the National Art Exhibition." Chen Li'an said calmly, then took out a few wads of pounds from his bag and put them on the table and said: "You can help me take this money to Xiangjiang, I can't carry it with me."

It was very troublesome to take out so much foreign exchange. Chen Li'an didn't have time to apply for various complicated procedures. It was easiest to ask Zhang Guorong to take it out for him.

Zhang Guorong looked at the money on the table and asked curiously: "Where did you get so much money? With so much money, you still asked me to treat you to a concert."

"I just earned it from selling the works in the film festival." Chen Li'an explained, looked at Zhang Guorong and said with a smile: "Compared to you, I am a pauper. In the mainland, I am called a rich man."

Leslie Cheung looked at Chen Li'an angrily and muttered: "You are so thick-skinned, you don't look like an artist."

"Don't be so stingy, who calls you my brother?" Chen Li'an smiled, then stood up and stretched and said, "I have to leave in the evening, and I will meet you the day after tomorrow."

"Get out of here!"

"Okay!"

After leaving Zhang Guorong's home, Chen Li'an immediately went to find Bai Qing.

I'm going to Xiangjiang the day after tomorrow, and I need to work on a new work with Bo Qing as soon as possible today and tomorrow.

In the quiet painting supplies store, Chen Li'an and Bai Qing each selected paints.

Chen Li'an and Bai Qing were choosing suitable paints in the art supplies store. After looking at them for a while, Bai Qing put down the acrylic paints in his hands and said, "Acrylic paints are definitely not good, but oil paints don't have enough adhesion."

Painting on photographic paper is not a simple matter, and the choice of pigments is very troublesome. Photographic paper is different from canvas, and oil paints do not have strong adhesion and can easily fall off.

Acrylic paint is relatively better, but the difference in effect compared to oil paint is larger.

"Use a sealant or silicone pigment." Chen Li'an thought for a while and said.

Bai Qing picked up a bottle of silicone paint, put it under the light source, looked at it for a few times and said, "Then use silicone paint, it's much better than acrylic."

"Well, let's take this one. Let's buy it back and try it out first." Chen Li'an nodded, and then started to choose the color.

Half an hour later, Chen Li'an came to his home with Bo Qing holding a pile of paints.

Before entering the yard, Bai Qing even pulled up her hair, took Chen Li'an's hand and asked, "Do you live by yourself?"

"Well, so you don't have to be so nervous." Chen Li'an said with a smile.

Bai Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then patted Chen Li'an and said, "Why should I be nervous? I'm not your girlfriend."

Chen Li'an smiled and said nothing, and went in first with the paint in his arms. There was no one in the yard. Everyone was eating at home at this time.

No one would eat in the courtyard in the middle of winter. Bo Qing followed Chen Li'an in and looked at the yard curiously, curious about Chen Li'an's growing environment.

But there was nothing special about the ordinary courtyard. Bai Qing didn't see any artistic atmosphere, and he couldn't figure out where Chen Li'an's artistic talent came from.

Chen Li'an's house is very clean and things are arranged neatly. There is not much furniture in the house. The only electrical appliances are lights and fans. There are many books on the desk.

Bai Qing picked up a book and flipped through it, and found that most of them were novels, with Chen Li'an's essays and thoughts after reading them.

The calligraphy is very beautiful and the writing is very sharp, which fits Chen Li'an's temperament very well.

After Chen Li'an put the paints away, he found a large photo that he had developed before, turned to look at Bo Qing and said, "Okay, let's get started now."

Bo Qing put down the book in his hand and looked at the photo in Chen Li'an's hand. It was a landscape photo.

A bluestone slab by the river was filled with thick fog. The sky was very gloomy, as if it was going to rain. There were several unclear figures in the fog.

The entire photo looks eerie, like a scene from a horror folklore story.

Bo Qing walked over and looked at Chen Li'an and said, "Is this the Jiangnan you see? There are more ghost stories."

"This is just a semi-finished product." Chen Li'an smiled, then picked up a paintbrush and said, "Now we need to make it complete."

Bai Qing watched the brush spinning around on Chen Li'an's fingers, then raised his hand to grab the brush and threw it aside. He looked into Chen Li'an's eyes and said, "I need inspiration. The emotional gap needs to be filled."

Chen Li'an: "." What a refreshing and refined reason.

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There are no interruptions in updates. Yesterday’s update was in the morning because the reading data of the day needs to be better.

My habit is to update at night, and I need to go to work during the day to defraud capitalists of money to support myself.

Okay, I continue to code.