Portable Museum

Chapter 312 Imagination Doesn't Equal to Abstraction

"Yeah! To participate in such a high-end party, your family members didn't tell you not to talk nonsense, or you will easily offend people.

Offending people is not terrible, what is terrible is exposing the shortcomings of one's lack of education.

In that case, the person who loses is not himself, but the whole family. "For such people, Zhang Junping will naturally not spoil them.

"You, kid, who are you? Do you know where this is?"

"That's right, this is where you can come, too?"

"I don't know, here are the Chinese and..."

How could Zhang Junping let him say the following words, and stare directly, a murderous intent enveloped him, like a net, surrounding several people opposite.

The few people who spoke rudely just now felt their hearts tense at the same time, as if they were being watched by a ferocious beast. The timid ones had already started to tremble, and they could no longer say the following words.

"Your parents didn't tell you that you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. You will die!" Zhang Junping stared at the few people opposite him coldly.

Since the breakthrough of Zhang Junping's oil painting realm, the use of spiritual power has become more mature and flexible.

Zhang Junping visualized the power of the tiger descending the mountain in his mind, and turned this momentum into spiritual power, and pressed towards the opponent.

"Ah!" Finally, a person couldn't bear Zhang Junping's aura and let out a scream.

"Tiger!"

After shouting, he sat down on the ground, and soon a pool of yellow water stains appeared on the ground.

On the white marble floor, it is very eye-catching.

The one who screamed was the one who just wanted to say Chinese and dogs.

Zhang Junping's momentum took special care of him.

"what happened?"

The young man's scream just now finally alarmed the others.

George Fairburn came briskly.

"George, if you don't welcome me, I can leave. Please don't find some racially discriminatory people to come and humiliate me!" Zhang Junping complained first.

"Dear Zhang, you are my best friend, how could I not welcome you!

What do you mean by racism? "George Fairburne hurriedly asked.

"Mr. Stuart, that's it. Just now this gentleman said..." Without Zhang Junping opening his mouth, Isabel Adjani recounted what happened just now.

"Sorry! Dear Zhang, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter." George Fairburn was impatient, but had to lower his posture and explain to Zhang Junping.

The one who caused trouble just now was a member of the Stuart family, a nephew of George Fairburne.

The Stuart family is a very large family. George Fairburn, as the actual controller of the family, lives in the Stuart Manor. Some other branches, like his younger brother and younger sister, have other residences outside. .

George Fairburn did not expect that it was his nephew who caused the trouble.

There were also racist scandals.

This has a great impact on the prestige of a family.

Although more than 90.00% of people in Europe and the United States have racial discrimination, everyone secretly hides in their hearts that there are some things that can be done but cannot be said.

"Drag him out, and Stuart Manor will not allow him to take half a step in the future." George Fairborn suppressed his anger and maintained his rationality.

"There are a few of you, I don't care whose family you are children from, the Stuart family will not welcome you in the future! You can leave!" Then he issued an order to evict several other young people.

Several young people left with pale faces.

What happened today was more embarrassing than anything else. They were driven out of the Stuart Manor and entered into the Stuart family's blacklist.

Back home, what is waiting for them?
They are just one of the heirs, and there are many who are willing to add insult to injury.

For the so-called nobles, family affection is thinner than paper, and interests are always greater than everything else.

"Okay, there was a little misunderstanding just now, and now the misunderstanding is cleared up. I hope everyone has a good night." George Fairburne drove away several young people neatly, and then said to everyone.

George Fairburn's decisive killing made Zhang Junping look sideways. Such a person is a good partner.

Because of several young reasons, Zhang Junping became the focus of the banquet hall.

Soon everyone figured out Zhang Junping's identity.

Zhang Junping and Isabel Adjani became the most eye-catching couple on the party, the male is tall and handsome, and the female is sexy and enchanting.

Isabelle Adjani is very familiar with the celebrities in Paris, France, holding Zhang Junping's arm, and introducing him to the celebrities participating in parties from time to time.

"My dear, this is Mr. Carlson, Mr. Carlson is also engaged in the art business, and is also a world-renowned collector.

The main market is on the Bald Eagle side. "

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, it's a great honor to meet you.

The "Pastoral Scenery" series of oil paintings are very good, continuing the style of Rubens.

It has to be said that "Pastoral Scenery" will become a great work of art, and it will definitely be sought after by all collectors in the future. "Carlson shook hands with Zhang Junping warmly and said hello.

"Thank you, Mr. Carlson, for your compliment! I also hope that one day, I can reach the heights of Rubens and Picasso."

"Yes! I believe this day will not be too long, and I am very much looking forward to that day!

In that way, as a friend, I will also feel very honored. "

Good guy, after just a few words, Carlson has naturally put himself in the position of Zhang Junping's friend.

Perhaps, this is the businessman!
"Haha! Mr. Carlson, if that day comes, I will definitely give you a painting to commemorate our friendship." Zhang Junping said with a big smile.

The most hypocritical in this world is the merchant, and the most hypocritical is undoubtedly the antique merchant.

While talking about feelings, while asking for a high price, while calculating the other party.

In the end, the high price was achieved, and I still have to carry a pair. I am at a disadvantage. This is entirely for the sake of our relationship, so I sold it to you.

"When you say that, I look forward to it even more. I hope you will reach the peak one day soon!" Carlson raised his glass and touched Zhang Junping.

Isabel Adjani walked around the banquet hall holding Zhang Junping's arm, and people came to say hello from time to time.

Zhang Junping received a lot of business cards, and also sent out a lot of business cards.

Those who come today are all merchants or powerful collectors in the art market.

In a word, they are all celebrities, either business elites or senior officials of government departments.

In foreign countries, in these so-called democratic countries, the one who really controls the destiny of the country is definitely not the so-called democratically elected president at the top.

It is the senior officials of these various government departments.

No matter how the president changes, these senior officials will not change. They control the key departments of the country.

In a short while, 30 people proposed to him to buy paintings through various means, expressly or implicitly.

Regarding this, Zhang Junping did not refuse any of them, only said that Zhang Junping smiled and said to everyone: Friends don’t talk about buying, they only talk about exchanging.

Like George Fairburne, swapping Chinese antiques for paintings.

George Fairburn's complexion was not very good-looking, but he was helpless.

Fortunately, Zhang Junping promised that in exchange, he would also enjoy priority.

In fact, the so-called priority is just a psychological comfort. In the end, it depends on who bids higher.

This kind of party is basically divided into three parts. The first part is to get to know each other and expand your network.

The second part is about having fun, dancing ballroom dancing, getting to know each other between men and women, or looking for their own goals.

The third part, of course, is to reach a consensus after the goal is determined, and then find a place to go to the Paradise together.

Zhang Junping and Isabel Adjani directly omitted the second step. When the party reached the second stage, the two left Stuart Manor ahead of schedule.

Zhang Junping drove and brought Isabel Adjani to the George V Hotel in the urban area. This is the most luxurious hotel in Paris, a palace-level hotel.

Opened a suite, and after entering the room, the two of them stuck together without speaking.

The next day, Zhang Junping opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and comfortable.

After coming to Paris for such a long time, the accumulated firepower cannot be consumed overnight, but it has also been greatly relieved.

On the second day, the two of them stayed in the hotel without going out. The date was not over until the third day, when Isabel Adjani was leaving for work.

Although he had worked hard for two days and two nights, Zhang Junping didn't look tired at all, on the contrary, he was full of energy. His whole body seemed to be washed away from the dust, and he seemed relaxed and at ease.

"Master, where have you been? Why haven't you come back for two days?" As soon as the car stopped and entered the castle, Sophie Marceau ran over, took Zhang Junping's hand and said coquettishly.

"Hehe! I haven't seen you for two days, so I miss Master? Tell me, what's your purpose!" Zhang Junping smiled and scratched Sophie Marceau's nose.

"Master, people are really worried about you!" Sophie Marceau continued coquettishly shaking Zhang Junping's arm.

"Okay, okay! You are worried about Master! Thank you for your concern, Master is very touched!" Zhang Junping smiled and rubbed Sophie Marceau's hair.

"Master, look at this painting I just drew." Sophie Marceau took out her work as if offering a treasure.

It said on the small face, Master, praise me quickly.

Zhang Junping took it and took a look, it was very good.

Sophie Marceau has only been learning to paint for a few months, and she has surpassed the level of many people who have learned to paint for several years.

"Well, do you want me to praise you?" Zhang Junping turned to look at Sophie Marceau and asked with a smile.

"No! I just want Master to see if there is anything that needs to be improved." Sophie Marceau said a little coyly.

Zhang Junping couldn't help laughing, Sophie Marceau, who has always been straightforward, has learned to be humble.

"Well, the painting is really good, it's improved compared to before.

Although the master does not limit his imagination, he is as free as a bird.

However, your age is not suitable for learning abstract art.

You still have to learn realism first, this is the foundation.

Only when the foundation is well laid can we go further. "

"Master, didn't you say not to limit my imagination?"

"Sophie, who told you that imagination must be abstract?
Realism cannot be imaginative? "

"Go, take down the easel, canvas, brushes and dyes." Zhang Junping patted Sophie Marceau on the head.

"Oh!" Sophie Marceau knew that Zhang Junping was going to teach on the spot, and happily ran to get the painting tools.

After bringing the tools, he also took the initiative to help Zhang Junping support the easel and fix the canvas on the easel.

"Very good, our Sophie is really a diligent little princess." Zhang Junping praised with a smile.

"Master, I am no longer a child, please don't praise me in the tone of a child, okay?" Sophie Marceau said coquettishly, stomping her feet.

Although it was a protest, Sophie Marceau's expression revealed her mood.

"Well, Sophie is a big girl!

From now on, Master will not praise you. "Zhang Junping laughed.

"Master!" Sophie Marceau said coquettishly, grabbing Zhang Junping's arm.

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Junping stopped teasing Sophie Marceau.

"Let's use Sophie as a model and use our imagination to create a painting, shall we?"

"OK!
Master, how do you want to draw? "

"Shall we draw an angel version of Sophie Marceau?"

"Okay! Okay! I'm a happy little angel!" Sophie Marceau clapped her hands happily.

Zhang Junping has successfully replaced the father image in Sophie Marceau's heart.

I don't know, if Sophie Marceau's father knows, will he cry sadly.

Zhang Junping adjusted the colors and began to paint. Sophie Marceau stood obediently in front of the easel as a model, staring at Zhang Junping with eyes full of admiration and love.

Although it was a demonstration for his apprentices, Zhang Junping was still very attentive.

Treat each piece of work with heart, so that the skills can continue to improve.

However, the angel version of Sophie Marceau drawn by Zhang Junping is full of spoofs.

In the dark sky, covered with dark clouds, amidst lightning and thunder, an angel with jet-black wings burst out of the sky.

Fight the thunder and lightning in the sky.

Under the reflection of the lightning that pierced the sky, Sophie Marceau's expression was cold, and her eyes shone with merciless coldness.

A sharp long knife slashed at the lightning.

After finishing the last stroke, Zhang Junping put the brush aside and said with a smile, "Okay, Sophie will take a look."

Sophie Marceau ran over happily and was dumbfounded when she saw Zhang Junping's painting.

Is this yourself?

What about the good angel?

How did you become a fallen angel?

"How is it? Is it cool?" Zhang Junping is very satisfied with his creation.

"Wow! Master, it's so cool! I love you so much!" Sophie Marceau threw herself into Zhang Junping's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clamped Zhang Junping's waist with her legs.

Sophie Marceau made Zhang Junping mess up.

Open your hands, nowhere to put them.

The excited Sophie Marceau vented in Zhang Junping's arms for a long time before jumping off with a blushing face.

"Master, this fallen angel is so cool! I love fallen angels!" Sophie Marceau fell in love with the image of her own fallen angel in the painting at a glance during the rebellious period.

"Hehe! Don't just like it. Take a look. Is my painting realistic? Is it imaginative?" Zhang Junping rubbed Sophie Marceau's hair and asked.

"Well, very cool, handsome fallen angel, full of imagination.

But it is also realistic. The wings and feathers of fallen angels are clearly visible, as well as lightning, dark clouds, strong winds, rainstorms, and leaves are all exactly the same as the real ones. "Sophie Marceau stared at the oil painting and nodded affirmatively.

"So, Sophie, I will never stifle your imagination, but you must also understand that it is not to draw a person's head in a square shape, to draw a person's arms thicker than their thighs, and their ears bigger than their head. Imagination." Zhang Junping took the opportunity to teach Sophie Marceau.

"Well, I understand Master! I will definitely learn to draw in the future, and I will draw realistically first, and then I will learn other things." Sophie Marceau nodded obediently.

"That's right! Abstract art is not something you should learn at your age.

Master the Impressionist style first, and then consider others. "

Abstract art was born after the end of World War I, and before World War II, people in this era were turbulent in their thinking, and their dissatisfaction with the old social system had reached the extreme.

In other words, the social system has begun to restrict the development of productive forces, so a large number of insightful people have begun to think about change.

During this period, not only the abstraction of oil paintings was born, but also many ghost novels were published.

In fact, it is the author who uses painting to create, and the novel to express the dissatisfaction of many societies.

Abstractionism later developed into an exploration of the nature of social things and the truest reflection of human thought.

Actually, what should I say?

A critic always thinks more and farther than the author.

Many people refer to Impressionism as representationalism, and abstractionism as essentialism.

In any case, Zhang Junping does not approve of beginners getting in touch with abstract art.

You haven't fully understood the appearance yet, and you just want to understand the essence?
After teaching Sophie Marceau for a while, he dragged her back from the wrong path, and Zhang Junping went to train the shop assistants again.

"Today is the last day of intensive training, and there will be training in the future, and everyone can only take turns to conduct training.

Tomorrow is a day off, and the day after tomorrow everyone will go directly to the store, clean up, and then start to put art.

We will officially open next Saturday. "After the training, Zhang Junping announced to everyone the news of the opening.

The training time this time is a bit long, and everyone is a little impetuous.

Although the salary is quite high and paid on time, but there is no official business, everyone is always a little uneasy.

"Sir, it's finally going to open, shall we have a party to celebrate?" Rosa suggested.

"It's up to you, as long as you're happy!" Zhang Junping doesn't care, just drive it if you want.

Anyway, it doesn't cost a lot of money.

There's enough red wine in the cellar for a hundred more parties.

In the evening, Zhang Junping opened the door of his studio and walked out after finishing his painting "72 Shapes of Rural Scenery".

Since Sophie Marceau broke in rashly last time, Zhang Junping would lock the door from the inside when entering the studio for creation.

As soon as he came out, he saw Chen Lijun sitting on the sofa in the living room on the third floor, looking at him.

"Sister Chen, it's so late, what's the matter here?"

"Why did you go the day before yesterday and yesterday?" Chen Lijun asked with a smile.

"I went to a party and..."

"Then take the beautiful woman you met and go out to spend the spring evening together?" Chen Lijun answered.

(End of this chapter)