Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 96 94. Conflicting Soul

The light snow stopped in the evening, and the heavy clouds in the sky were also taken away by the north wind.

The flickering stars appeared again in the night. In Chen Li'an's room, the tungsten lamp emitted light and heat, illuminating the entire room.

In front of the erected easels, Chen Li'an and Bai Qing each held paintbrushes and applied color on the large black and white photos.

The two of them painted on a painting together, with different strokes, but there was a natural tacit understanding, and the combination of dazzling colors unexpectedly fit together.

There is no verbal communication between the two people. When the brushes cross each other, it is like they have a telepathic connection, filling in the missing piece for each other.

As the colors in the photos became more and more colorful, the frequency of the two people's flower lake began to slow down, and the brush in their hands was changed to the smallest size, carefully outlining every detail.

The shooting angle of the black-and-white photo is an extremely oppressive high-rise mansion, which symbolizes etiquette and class, symbolizing bondage and oppression. The colorful people are like a bird trapped in a net, struggling hard even if its wings are broken.

The face of the person painted in the photo is blurred. It does not refer to anyone in particular, but it can be anyone.

More than an hour later, the two of them put down their brushes at the same time, separated from the passion of creation, and stared blankly at the newly completed painting in front of them.

After a while, Chen Li'an murmured: "We succeeded."

Bai Qing seemed to have exhausted all her strength, leaning on Chen Li'an's shoulder, with a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She saw herself in this painting, saw herself who insisted on painting but was not understood, saw The self who lives in a dilapidated single room and struggles hard.

"Chen Li'an, thank you."

Chen Li'an leaned on the back of the chair, his hand hanging on the ground, and the paintbrush in his hand painted a bright red on the dusty ground.

Chen Li'an, whose brain seemed to have been hollowed out, had no reaction when he heard Bai Qing's thanks. He also had a thank you in his heart but he didn't have the strength to say it out now.

The two of them cuddled together and sat in front of the painting for a long time, speechless.

The sun was just right the next day, and the rising sun was like a red egg on a full moon wine, round and bright, full of joy.

Chen Li'an sat in front of the mirror, wrapped in a sheet with holes in it. Bo Qing stood behind him with scissors, cutting his hair bit by bit.

Chen Li'an tilted his head slightly, looked at the uneven hair in the mirror, and couldn't help but said, "Can't I go out and get a haircut?"

There was a metallic friction sound as the coldly glowing scissors opened and closed, causing Chen Li'an's slightly raised body to sit back down.

Bo Qing tilted her head and held Chen Li'an's shoulders and said, "No, I've always wanted to try cutting other people's hair, but no one will let me cut it except you."

"Then can you cut it well? I'm going to take my friends to the art exhibition today." Chen Li'an looked at Bo Qing in the mirror and whispered his opinion.

"I'll try my best." Bo Qing held a cigarette in one hand and scissors in the other, looking more like a murderer than a barber.

Bai Qing took a puff of the cigarette and cut off a bit of hair around Chen Li'an's ear with the scissors in his hand, looking as if he was driving screws into the rocket seriously.

"Who are you making an appointment with today?" Bai Qing flicked the cigarette butt, and a piece of gray ash fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Chen Li'an lowered his head and looked at the cigarette ashes at his feet covered by the falling hair, and replied softly: "Zhang Guorong."

Hearing this, Bai Qing raised his thin eyebrows, as if he was surprised that the friendship between Chen Li'an and Leslie Cheung was unexpectedly deep.

However, when I thought about it, I seemed to have never taken the initiative to understand Chen Li'an's life, nor his social circle.

"He came here from Xiangjiang specifically to see the art exhibition?" Bai Qing glanced at the almost burned cigarette butts on the ground and continued to ask: "Does he like art?"

The cigarette butt fell to the ground and burned into the broken hair, giving off a mushy smell.

Chen Li'an sniffed and knew that the art Bo Qing was talking about here was oil painting, not movies or music, so he explained: "He came here for a vacation and visited the art exhibition. He is not very interested in oil painting."

Bo Qing nodded lightly and did not continue to talk about this topic. Leslie Cheung is a big star, but she is not star-chasing. Her idol is Georgia O. Keever, the mother of American modern art.

Chen Li'an's long hair was constantly cut under Bai Qing's scissors, and the fine pieces of hair kept falling. Soon Chen Li'an changed from a melancholy male god to a sunny and cheerful boy.

Looking at himself in the mirror with short hair, Chen Li'an was a little uncomfortable with it. Moreover, Bai Qing's technique was not very good and the ends of his hair were not trimmed smoothly, but if you look closely, it was very layered.

Bai Qing was very satisfied with his work. He gently moved his white and tender hands on Chen Li'an's hair and carefully swept away all the broken hair.

Looking at Chen Li'an in the mirror, Bo Qing hugged his chin from behind and placed it on the top of his head. He blinked his crescent-shaped eyes and said softly: "You are so beautiful."

"Because you cut your hair well?" Chen Li'an smiled, grabbed Bai Qing's hand and asked, "Can I think that you are bragging?"

Bai Qing took his palm out of Chen Li'an's hand, touched his chin and said, "Of course not. You are inherently good-looking, so good-looking that it makes people jealous. I really want to lock you in at home and let me admire you alone."

"I'm not a cat or a dog. Even if I have a cat, it still wants to climb up the wall and go for a walk."

"You are the heart-stealing cat."

Chen Li'an didn't know whether Bo Qing was stealing someone's heart or sex, but it would be fine if he wasn't a loyal dog.

"Are you going to the art exhibition today?" Chen Li'an brushed his hair and took off the sheets he was wearing and asked.

"No, I'm going to the Old Summer Palace Painter Village to find Ji Fa."

Bai Qing sat on the edge of the bed and swayed his legs. He wore a pair of thick white cotton socks on his feet, and his toes curled up restlessly.

"Why is she going to the Painter's Village?" Chen Li'an asked doubtfully.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an and explained: "Find a painter with the same potential as you. She is planning to hold an exhibition of Chinese young artists' works in Europe next year."

"Okay then, I'll go to the art exhibition by myself..." Chen Li'an nodded, simply packed up and left.

In the room, Bai Qing got off the bed, put on Chen Li'an's cotton slippers, and pulled out a box from under the bed.

The box is full of her clothes, and she has been living here for several days.

After choosing a random set of clothes and changing into them, Bo Qing closed the door and went out.

When the adults and aunts who were stacking briquettes in the yard saw Bai Qing leaving, they joked together: "Xiao Chen's girlfriend is so pretty."

When Bai Qing, who had just stepped out of the courtyard, heard these words behind him, he smiled with crooked eyebrows and was extremely happy.

Although not yet, it will be sooner or later.

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The National Art Exhibition can be regarded as the most watched art exhibition in the domestic art circle every year. It brings together the works of artists from all over the country and also represents official recognition.

The value of the National Art Exhibition is still very high. On the first day of the exhibition, painters from all over the country gathered together.

However, there are relatively few foreign artists and art critics coming. Most of them know the procedures of the first day of the art exhibition and will not join in the fun at this time.

Wearing a knitted hat, Chen Li'an is not conspicuous in the crowd, and he does not have as many friends as other painters.

Just smoking in the corner at the entrance of the exhibition hall, Leslie Cheung and Wang Zuxian haven't arrived yet, and Chen Li'an is waiting for them.

The art exhibition is very formal... to be precise, there are many formalities. Chen Li'an will have to go through the procedures later when he receives Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian.

The painters whose works can be exhibited will naturally have to show up, and if they win an award, the process will be more complicated.

For example, speeches of gratitude and other aspects...

Chen Li'an doesn't know yet whether he has won the award, and he will not know until a while.

Fortunately, the weather today is good. The sun is warming his body now. It's not too cold for Chen Li'an to stand at the door.

However, Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian were indeed a little slow. They were unwilling to come back tomorrow. They insisted on coming today to see if Chen Li'an won the award.

Chen Li'an waited at the door for more than ten minutes before Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian arrived fully armed.

"You are too slow, it will start soon." Chen Li'an couldn't help complaining.

Zhang Guorong snorted arrogantly, took off the sunglasses on his face and said, "Zu Xian and I need to dress up. If we are recognized, we will steal your limelight."

Chen Li'an: "..." Okay, that makes sense...

When Wang Zuxian saw that Chen Li'an was alone, he walked to the side and took off his gloves, took his hand and said apologetically: "I got up late, I don't blame my brother."

Chen Li'an's palms were a little cold. After being held by Wang Zuxian, they immediately warmed up a lot. He smiled and said to her, "It's okay. I'm just bored of waiting."

"Okay, let's go in, it's about to start." Chen Li'an pulled Wang Zuxian and walked inside.

Zhang Guorong followed behind, looking at Wang Zuxian's clinging look, and whispered in a low voice: "I taught you yesterday for nothing!"

The process of the art exhibition was indeed very cumbersome. First there were speeches by the leaders of the cultural department and then by the leaders of the association, followed by sharings by some well-known artists.

The form was not artistic at all and was very rigid. Chen Li'an and the others were a little bored sitting in the audience.

Fortunately, the speakers who took the stage also knew that the people here today were all painters and did not like this form, so they did not make long speeches.

But even so, it took nearly an hour to complete all the procedures.

Chen Li'an also appeared on stage and his work won the National Excellence Award.

Wang Zuxian and Leslie Cheung looked at Chen Li'an receiving the award and were both happy for him.

Wang Zuxian pulled Zhang Guorong with some excitement and asked: "Brother, is this award particularly impressive, nationwide?"

"It should be very powerful. I don't know much about it." Zhang Guorong also doesn't know much about the value of the National Art Exhibition.

"It must be very powerful. The National Art Exhibition sounds very powerful." Wang Zuxian said with certainty, then took Zhang Guorong's arm and asked: "Then do I want to celebrate him? Give him a gift?"

Zhang Guorong glanced at Wang Zuxian and said speechlessly: "You have sent yourself to the bed, what else do you want to send?"

Wang Zuxian: "..." Why is my brother's mouth so vicious only for her? Why do you... when you are with Chen Li'an?

Chen Li'an on the stage looked at the trophy in his hand and felt a little excited in his heart.

There are many award-winning works this year. Although Chen Li'an is only one of them, it still caused a lot of discussion.

Chen Li'an's previous film festivals have already made him famous in the circle. Everyone present has either been to the film festival, or those who have not been to the film festival have heard of this name.

Especially when Chen Li'an's works were exhibited, many painters felt novel.

The style and painting method of "Awakening" are not in line with the mainstream in China. They are different from the current mainstream realism and the preceding gaudy art and popism.

It is more like a combination of representationalism and imagism. The two very conflicting styles are well integrated. The concrete figures are like droplets of water blending into the background of the image.

The background of the image is like an imaginative space derived from the inner world of the characters in the painting, which perfectly integrates the entire painting to form a very unique style.

Chen Li'an stood in front of his painting and chatted with several painters about his creative inspiration and ideas. The artists' thinking was very divergent, and the content of the chat had no fixed theme.

Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian stood not far away, listening to a group of painters talking about various misty words, and looked at each other in confusion.

"Brother, what are they talking about? I can't understand it." Wang Zuxian asked with some frustration.

There was also a flash of thought in Zhang Guorong's eyes under his sunglasses. He had a certain understanding of art, but compared with these painters, he was far behind.

He once thought about becoming a painter or designer, but later gave up due to some reasons. Now he prefers movies and music. Compared with fine arts, movies and music are not so profound. They are more popular and more popular. There are not so many weird schools and isms.

"Well... you still need to study more." Zhang Guorong pondered for a while and said: "There is a big difference between movies and oil paintings. They are different in many aspects. Let's learn more about them in the future."

Movies are very popular and easy to understand, which is why film art has always had a low status in the art circle.

There are many people who like movies, far more than those who like art, but movies have carried certain entertainment and commercial attributes from the day they were born. This is destined to be an art for the masses, not an art respected by a small group of people in the art circle.

The birth of oil painting is more about the painter's inner feelings in order to move and please himself, while the film is about moving and pleasing the audience. The two have different starting points.

It's hard to judge which one is better between the two.

In the hearts of the public, movies are more popular, but in the hearts of artists, film art is less valued.

Wang Zuxian felt a little disappointed. Looking at Chen Li'an who was talking eloquently and confidently, she suddenly felt that she and he were in two different worlds.

The Chen Li'an who talks about art and the Chen Li'an in life are completely two different people, so contradictory that one wonders whether he has two souls.

Zhang Guorong saw Wang Zuxian's low mood, deliberately found a topic to divert attention and said: "Aren't you curious about who the person Chen Li'an painted?"

Speaking of this, Wang Zuxian was indeed attracted and asked curiously: "Who is it? Brother, do you know him? Are they the confidants you mentioned?"

Zhang Guorong looked at the person in the painting and shook his head, and said with some emotion: "I underestimated Chen Li'an."

Wang Zuxian: "..." Is this another opponent?

Wang Zuxian was a little discouraged. Although everyone was on the same starting line, there were probably too many people participating.

Fortunately, Chen Li'an is single, otherwise he wouldn't be the mistress... uh... the fifth or the sixth...

I was squeezed by the capitalists today. I will update one chapter first. There are still four thousand words left in the evening. Fifteen thousand is absolutely no problem! ! !