Soul Painter

"Boston Globe" and "Boston Herald" have repeatedly published various advertisements since the end of January, the content is "Oriental magic oil painter returns to Boston", "an audio-visual feast is coming - you can learn from oil painting Do you see a sound in it?", "Can the amazing artist bring Boston to its knees again?" and other very eye-catching titles.

The accompanying pictures are also bold. There is this thin oil painter with an oriental face, who raised his middle finger towards the camera, and there are various figures with blackened faces expressing shock through body language-due to the issue of portrait rights, Lawrence dare not Using photos from Ms. J.K's previous judging meeting, those politicians and celebrities advertised, but the blacked-out faces couldn't stop the curiosity.

What's more, there is a link to the electronic news from last year's Gardner review meeting at the bottom of the newspaper. Viewers can completely distinguish between "politicians panicking and trying to escape", "sisters holding hands like elementary school students", and "kneeling in front of each other" Which one is compared with the well-known local artist' and 'the third-rate connoisseur who fell on his knees and wept bitterly'.

Other political figures and celebrities are okay to say, they are used to being pointed at, while ASX is ridiculed very much. Sal Menkes, who made a fool of himself that day, has resigned because of his abnormal mental state. ASX, who lost face at the Gardner Museum, has gradually calmed down after a year, and now it is mentioned again, forcing ASX to post several sour articles, repeatedly mentioning the art desert theory, and expressing that they will definitely visit the solo exhibition , and make a good evaluation of this oriental artist.

"Art is not magic. A work that is too good or too bad can also harm a mentally ill patient. As for whether this GAO is the former or the latter, we will see."

ASX’s evaluation of Gao Fan is very cautious, because they are worried about being slapped in the face again. Although they said that their former editor-in-chief was a mentally ill patient, that’s why they were frightened by Gao Fan’s works, but maybe they didn’t, they knew it.

A wider trend is blowing in the Boston art circle. Mrs. Gardner, as the person in charge of Gao Fan's solo exhibition in Boston, spreads invitations to people in the circle, and I believe it will be a grand occasion.

The citizens of Boston were also curious because of these advertisements. Although the exhibition time has been postponed for a few days, many people still gave up their plans to feed pigeons in the square on the day of the opening of the exhibition, or the Boston Symphony Hall. City concert, come to the Gardner Museum.

After all, this solo exhibition called "Mask" is free.

...

February 7.

A fine Sunday.

Fifty-year-old Raul Forbes, with his forty-two-year-old wife Rhoda Forbes, parked his BMW in the parking lot of the Gardner Museum.

The lack of parking service in the museum caused Raul to complain a few times, while Roda carried her Prada limited-edition chain bag and took Raul's arm after getting off the car.

Luo Da, who used to be a supermodel, is a head taller than Raul. When holding her arm, she can clearly see the bald spots on Raul's head.

This fifty-year-old man with a Mediterranean haircut and a huge beer belly is an 'noble' in Boston. He comes from the Forbes Consortium with a long history in Boston. He ran for mayor four years ago. Of course he failed. He plans to make a comeback this year, but In the polls not long ago, the support rate of less than 4% was not optimistic.

The wealth of the Forbes family can be traced back to the early 19th century. The family was engaged in the opium trade. The Boston consortium formed with the Cabot, Cushing, Coolidge and other families is still the uncrowned king of Boston.

"I expect this oriental painter will not disappoint." Raul said with a smile after stepping up the steps, "After all, he once made that nasty guy scare the person who called his mother, and that made me happy for half a year."

Luo Da knew that the 'dreadful guy' that Law mentioned was the mayor of Boston and also Lauer's own sworn enemy. He believed that if he hadn't occupied the position of mayor, that seat would have been his.

"Aren't you afraid to be called 'Mom'?" Luoda asked with a smile.

"Hahaha~ My courage is comparable to that of Hercules!" Raul said.

They had already walked into the exhibition room where the art exhibition was located.

The exhibition room did not choose the 30-meter transparent floor-to-ceiling window hall where Ms. JK held the selection competition.

Instead, another small hall without windows was chosen.

Except for the sign at the entrance that simply says "Gao Fan's personal "Mask" theme painting exhibition", there is nothing else.

No ribbon-cutting ceremony was arranged either. Although Mrs. Gardner thoughtfully asked Gao Fan if, according to the oriental custom, should there be a lion dance and a celebration with oriental characteristics, Gao Fan resolutely refused. To choose a ceremony, he would like to have a two-person biography, so that the citizens of Boston can see what the mysterious oriental brainwashing rhythm is.

Now Lauer and Roda saw Mrs. Gardner and the young oriental painter at the door.

Mrs. Gardner greeted Lauer. They were all of the same kind in Boston's high society. While the two were exchanging greetings, Rhoda looked curiously at the oriental artist.

"Mud, howl." Luoda greeted the painter in broken Chinese.

"Hello~" the painter smiled at her.

When the two shook hands, Rhoda noticed the thin oriental artist and thrust a green vial into her hand.

"What's this?" Luoda looked at the vial curiously.

"You will use it." The painter said to her. Of course, the language did not communicate with each other, but when the painter made an unscrewing gesture and then dabbed on his nose, Luoda understood.

At this time, Lauren had finished exchanging greetings with Mrs. Gardner, and wanted to shake hands with the painter, but at this time, the oriental painter had already left with her hands in her hands.

"Artist," said Mrs. Gardner resignedly.

"Well, we have to respect them. After all, without our respect, they will starve to death~" Raul laughed as he pretended to be humorous.

Next, Roda took Raul's arm and walked into the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall is not big, showing a curved corridor-like structure. More than ten paintings are arranged on the walls in sequence, extending in a circular shape from beginning to end. There is a wall between the paintings.

Therefore, when standing in front of a painting, you cannot see another painting. It seems that the artist's intention is to let the audience not miss each of his works.

Opposite each work, there is an exit marked 'Exit', and there is a note: 'If you feel that you cannot continue to watch this solo exhibition, please exit here'.

Raul first noticed this exit, and couldn't help laughing: "It seems that Mr. Painter has prepared an escape route for us."

"Very considerate." Luoda agreed.

They walked to the first picture.

The name of the first painting is "Falsehood", and the name is written on a paper card embedded with a white steel strip next to the painting.

Lauer didn't know much about art, but he was immediately attracted by the mask in this painting.

In his eyes, the mask showed an irritable and anxious red.

Different shades of red paint over each other to form a masked face with no focus.

In the deeper, dark background like a rainy night, its empty eyes give the viewer an extremely anxious look. Raul looked at the mask and then frowned. He slowly opened his mouth wide, only feeling the Extremely irritable, it was a strange sense of nothingness that had nowhere to focus, eroding his heart...

What am I doing?

No.

I can't do anything well.

My life is a joke.

Raul thought painfully.

Chapter 1~