The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin arrived at the warehouse on the first floor. The batch of works had been gathered and put aside. Zhao Xin took out the three paintings. After Zhang Chen looked at them one by one, he kept one and the other Looking at the two paintings, Zhang Chen shook his head and sighed, saying:

"It's a pity that you used too much force."

Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin said that the authors of these two paintings seemed to have too much to say and express. This is true, but they must be restrained and learn to control themselves. They cannot express everything. Everything falls into one painting.

How is it possible? It's like a person who keeps talking for fear that others don't know what he wants to say. As a result, he uses too much force. Not only do others not feel that you express it more clearly, but they feel bored and think that you are too wordy. I don't want to hear anything else.

When trying to pile up too many things into a painting, blurring one's face is equivalent to drowning oneself with one's own saliva.

Zhang Chen felt that the remaining painting was exactly the opposite of the other two. The brushwork was still a bit immature, and many things he wanted to express could not be expressed, leaving a lot of space. Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin said that this space, That's where he can improve.

"Let's take a gamble. In five years, he may become very powerful, or he may not make progress, and that's it."

Zhang Chen decided to keep this painting.

The two people left the warehouse, and Zhang Chen was about to leave the oil painting gallery. Zhao Xin and Zhang Chen asked, do you want to see Yao Fen's paintings? I think Yao Fen is very good now.

"Yao Fen? She is still painting, why didn't I hear about it?" Zhang Chen asked.

"She is too embarrassed to tell you, my brother-in-law." Zhao Xin said with a smile, "Actually, she has been painting. She used to paint at home. This time, the size of this painting is relatively large and cannot be placed at home. She just came here. In the small I just saw it when I was painting in Shu’s studio, and I think it has changed a lot.”

Zhang Chen became interested as soon as he heard it. He said let's go and have a look.

The two people walked to the second floor and went to Xiaoshu's studio. Xiaoshu was painting in the studio. His studio was open and there was a "Please don't make noise" poster inside. There were three people in their seventeen or eighteen years old. It must be a child studying art who is watching him paint and whispering softly. Xiaoshu is immersed in his own creation and has no reaction to the world outside the canvas.

Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin walked in without saying hello to Xiao Shu. Zhao Xin pointed to the other side of the studio, and Zhang Chen was stunned when he saw it.

The two people approached, and Zhao Xin and Zhang Chen said that this was what Yao Fen had painted.

Zhang Chen nodded. He felt that Zhao Xin was right. Yao Fen was indeed very powerful now.

The whole picture is shrouded in mist, and Miro's "Blue Gold" is emerging from the mist. Part of it has been clearly revealed, and most of it is still under the looming mist. Between the mist and the original painting, a An interesting relationship, what surprised Zhang Chen the most was the part that was clearly revealed.

This part is a detailed imitation of Miró's original paintings. Miró's paintings look very simple. People who don't know them think they are easy to draw, but those who have actually copied Miró's paintings will know that Miró's paintings are actually very difficult to copy. The kind of delicate and delicate brushwork that resembles a woman cannot be painted by ordinary people. Most people will make the painting stiff when they copy Miró.

This painting by Yao Fen not only copied the original part of Miro's painting with superb skills, but also the mist part is even more difficult to deal with. "Blue Gold" becomes colder and cooler under the mist. of mystery.

Zhao Xin and Zhang Chen said: "Aren't you awesome?"

Zhang Chen nodded.

"Yao Fen painted a series, the 'Greeding' series." Zhao Xin said.

"Really?" Zhang Chen asked, Zhao Xin nodded, she walked away, walked to Xiaoshu, patted his shoulder, and gestured towards Zhang Chen, Xiaoshu saw Zhang Chen, he Put down the pen in his hand and walked over.

"Where's Yao Fen?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I took Dongdong to watch a movie." Xiaoshu said.

"It's amazing. Why haven't I heard you talk about it?" Zhang Chen pointed at the painting and added, "Have you been painting here for a long time?"

"More than half a month." Zhao Xin said.

"It's my fault too. I haven't been here for a long time, otherwise I should have seen it a long time ago." Zhang Chen asked Xiaoshu, "I heard that Zhao Xin painted a series?"

Xiaoshu said yes, he walked away, walked to a table, opened the drawer, took out his mobile phone from it, walked back, opened the mobile phone album, and showed Zhang Chen the photos in it.

Zhang Chen saw this series of works, including Monet's "Impression of Sunrise" "conceived" in the morning glow, Matisse's "Dancing Man" "conceived" in a dense rain, Corot's "Monte Square" "Dan's Memories" was 'bred' in the falling snow...

Zhang Chen looked at each picture with great joy. He asked Xiaoshu: "Yao Fen has painted so many, do you plan to never tell me?"

Xiaoshu chuckled and said, "Yao Fen said she just painted for fun. Aren't you always busy? Last year you were busy with the 'Food and Drink' thing, and this year you are busy with Beibei."

In fact, there is a reason why Yao Fen did not show it to Zhang Chen that even Xiaoshu didn't know. That is when copying these works, Yao Fen would often feel proud of his copying, but he would also often think of himself. That time she forged a collection of paintings. It should be said that the forgery looked very similar, but Zhang Chen saw through it at a glance. She was a little shy and timid in front of Zhang Chen.

"This is no longer just for fun. I can draw as well as you." Zhang Chen said, "Are these paintings at home?"

"What has been completed will be placed in Deqing." Xiaoshu said.

Xiaoshu has a studio in Deqing. The studio is very large, with an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters. It was originally a factory. After Xiaoshu bought it, it was converted into a studio. Xiaoshu paints those huge paintings. It is even connected to the studio of "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery" If I can't put it down, I will put it over there to paint. The works I have painted are also collected in the studio over there.

"Can you take me to see it? I want to see it now." Zhang Chen couldn't wait and said to Xiaoshu.

Xiaoshu said okay, I'll clean it up.

"Boss, I'll go with you." Zhao Xin said, and Zhang Chen agreed.

Xiaoshu walked back to his painting, cleaned the brush, wrapped it in a wet towel, and then used a scraper to clean off the unused oil paint on the palette.

Zhang Chen called Liu Ligan. When the call was connected, noisy voices came from inside. They were obviously still in the public market. Zhang Chen listened to Liu Wenqian and Zhang Xiangxi talking in a high-pitched voice. Liu Ligan said, "Hey, hello." "Reading.

"I'm going to visit Xiaoshu's studio in Deqing. You can help me bring Zhang Xiangxi home." Zhang Chen said to Liu Ligan, and Liu Ligan said he understood.

Xiaoshu's studio is at the foot of Mogan Mountain. When Xiaoshu was away, there was an old man guarding the place for him. They drove for more than an hour and arrived at Xiaoshu's studio. It turned out that there were no factory walls or iron gates. Changes, outsiders looked over and thought it was a closed factory.

The yard was dark except for a light on the door of the reception room at the entrance. There was a deck chair under the light. The old man was lying on the deck chair. There was a radio next to it. There were two announcers, a man and a woman, talking. gag.

When the old man saw a car approaching, he stood up. He walked to the iron gate, squinted his eyes and looked outside, and put the palm of one hand on his forehead.

Xiaoshu changed the high beam to low beam. The old man saw clearly that it was Xiaoshu's car, took off the key hanging from his waist, and opened the iron door.

Xiaoshu raised his hand and said hello to the old man through the glass. He drove in and the old man closed the door again and locked it.

Xiaoshu drove the car to the door of the studio and stopped. The three of them got out of the car. The door of the studio was locked with a code. When Zhang Chen came here before, Xiaoshu told him that he often came here and couldn't find the key. , simply change to a combination lock and no need to bring a key.

The outside of the studio still retains the style of the original factory workshop without any changes, but the inside is quite different. More than a thousand square meters are divided into two, with one third used as a warehouse and two thirds used as a studio. , all the original windows in the factory workshop have been sealed, and all lighting comes from the lamp at night and from the roof during the day.

This part of the studio has a 1.5-meter-high roof with tiles on the top and long strips of glass installed on both sides. In this way, the lighting in the studio is very good. During the day, it feels like outdoors, but because of the sunlight It comes in from the side, so it doesn't shine directly into the studio.

The entire floor has been treated with moisture-proof treatment, but it is still raised half a foot, and a wooden floor is added on top.

Xiaoshu reached out and turned on the light, and the studio suddenly became bright.

The entire studio is very comfortably furnished. There is a large bathroom on the side with a shower and a large round bathtub. Next to the bathroom is an open kitchen. The studio is in a remote location, and even takeaways are available. Unfortunately, when Xiaoshu worked here for several days and nights, he could only make some food for himself.

Against the wall of the kitchen, a 596-liter double-door Haier refrigerator, a Haier wine cabinet, a coffee machine, and a water dispenser are placed side by side. In the corner of the studio, there are three different positions. There are three Simmons mattresses. When Xiaoshu is tired from painting, he can fall down on any bed at any time and sleep for a while.

The reason why there are three mattresses is that opposite them, there are three work areas. Each work area is equipped with a complete set of painting tools such as easels, oil painting boxes, and paint brushes. The small tree can be used for several paintings. Create at the same time. When you wake up in bed, you don't have to get up immediately. Instead, you can lie there, look at the parts you have completed, and think about it.

There is also a solid wood workbench the size of two ping-pong tables in the studio. There is a slide projector next to the workbench. There is a curtain on the wall that can show slides. There are also a row of four bookshelves filled with picture albums. .

There are also two sets of sofas and a swivel chair where Xiaoshu sits and paints.

Xiaoshu asked Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin to sit on the sofa. The sofa was very large and comfortable, and people sank in when they sat on it. Xiaoshu asked them what they wanted, red wine or coffee?

"Just bring me a bottle of water." Zhang Chen said.

"I want a cup of coffee." Zhao Xin said.

Xiaoshu walked over and opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, turned around and called "brother-in-law" and threw the water over. Zhang Chen caught the water in the air, and Xiaoshu went to get Zhao Xin coffee.

Xiaoshu handed the coffee to Zhao Xin and told them, wait a moment.

Xiaoshu walked into the warehouse next door. After a while, Xiaoshu came out pushing a cart. There was a shelf on the cart, and there were oil paintings standing on the shelf.

Xiaoshu pushed the cart to an easel three or four meters away from them and stopped, asking, "Start?"

Zhang Chen nodded.

Xiaoshu put the first piece of work on the easel.

Zhang Chen's eyes lit up. He saw that the whole painting was blurred with blood and flesh, as if a woman was giving birth. Among the blurred flesh and blood, Munch's "The Scream" appeared. The moment Zhang Chen saw this painting, he felt a woman's voice. The screams broke through the air.

The bloody childbirth scene infinitely expands the visual impact of the red sky and twisted human figures in the original "The Scream", and the screams come one after another.

Zhang Chen immediately understood that this series of paintings by Yao Fen seemed to be a superposition of pictures. To be more precise, it was actually a superposition of emotions. Sometimes it was the superposition of the same emotion. For example, in this painting, this emotion was put through Expand after superposition.

There is also the superposition of different emotions, which can bring alienation and absurd effects.

And in each painting, the copy of the original work is a test of one's own skills, which is quite interesting.

Zhang Chen stood up, took a closer look, then stepped back step by step, sat down on the sofa, and continued to stare at each painting. He would probably look at each painting for twenty minutes before asking Xiaoshu to change one.

During this, Zhang Chen hardly spoke, and Zhao Xin kept asking Xiaoshu various questions. Most of these works were completed by Yao Fen at home. Xiaoshu saw the completion and understood it. Communicate with Yao Fen, so he is relatively familiar with these works.

After reading all the works, Xiaoshu came over and sat down on the sofa. He looked at Zhang Chen, who continued to be silent.

After a while, Zhang Chen asked: "Xiaoshu, these works are not inferior to you, do you accept them?"

Xiaoshu smiled, neither convincing nor dissatisfied.

Zhang Chen said: "It would be a pity to let Yao Fen continue to sell houses. It would be a loss to the Chinese oil painting industry."

"She likes her current job very much." Xiaoshu smiled. "She said that she can deal with different people and come into contact with different faces. A sales department is a microcosm of this society."

"That's enough." Zhang Chen said, "It's time to push her out."

Zhao Xin nodded and said, "Indeed, otherwise it would be a pity."

Zhang Chen and Xiaoshu said, "I am your brother-in-law. If you still respect me as your brother-in-law, just listen to me, okay?"

Xiaoshu smiled and said yes, I dare not disobey you.

Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin said: "We are going to do a special exhibition for this group of works. It depends on your time there. Let me know when you have arranged the time. Some media remember my previous fame and are still asking me for manuscripts. , I will cooperate with your time and write an article to promote it. Zhao Xin, please make use of the resources available in the library.

"And you." Zhang Chen and Xiaoshu said, "You can also help your wife by shouting. I won't embarrass you."

Zhao Xin and Xiaoshu both nodded.

"Although it's a bit vulgar, it must be done. We will build up Yao Fen's reputation first this year. Next spring, we will contact an auction company to hold a special auction. There is no other way. People nowadays rely on the performance of the auction market. To judge the quality of painters, let’s do the same.

"Otherwise it would be a pity." Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin Xiaoshu said.

Thank you for the reward of two fishes! Thank you for your monthly votes from Big Brother, On the Road - Everyday, Four Plus One Equals Five, No Future, Just Remember the Original Intention, Makino Fengge, Lao Dibowei, and Qidi Sun! Thanks for all the votes and reading! I wish you all good health!