fringe artist

Chapter 300 298. The Artist and His Muse
More than ten hours later, the plane landed in Milan. This time, Ji Fa did not come to pick up Chen Li'an and Bai Qing. She was busy attending the auction in the United States.

Moreover, it was not the first time for Chen Li'an and Bai Qing to participate in the Venice Art Exhibition, so she didn't need to run back and forth like an old lady to help arrange it.

After arriving in Venice, Chen Li'an immediately got busy. His works in this exhibition are not only a few paintings, but also an installation art.

This year's Venice Biennale is even worse than the previous one, not because there are fewer participants, but because the budget is very tight.

Chen Li'an looked at the venue arranged for him by the organizer, and really wanted to complain in his heart, it was almost like a broken factory building!

However, most of the venues are like this, Chen Lian is not picky, and soon put into work, the installation art needs a lot of materials, Chen Lian pulled a truckload of materials from China, and went to buy some The auxiliary material took another day.

The organizer gave Chen Li'an a lot of money, but he didn't want it, and he didn't lack that little money, so he might as well save the money and give it to other artists.

For example, Cai Guoqiang, who wants a salary, is an artist who plays explosive art, it is difficult to sell his works, embarrassment is inevitable.

Most of the artists are not in a good financial situation. If Venice does not provide funds, many artists will not be able to participate in the art exhibition. The air ticket alone is enough to discourage many artists.

Chen Li'an was able to be so relaxed at the beginning because he was lucky enough to be attracted by Ji Fa, otherwise he would not be as relaxed as he is now.

In the empty space, Chen Li'an's materials were piled up very high. Cai Guoqiang, who was in the same venue as him, came over and asked, "The work you are going to do this time is huge, and you need to use so many materials."

Chen Li'an turned to look at him and said, "Well, I'm going to work overtime in the next period, and you're almost done, aren't you?"

Cai Guoqiang looked back at his work and said, "It's already finished, doesn't it feel quite crude? It took me a long time to find this wooden tower from China."

Chen Li'an stood up and looked at the wooden tower that had been hoisted obliquely. The tail of the wooden tower was filled with red flags. Spotlights and blowers were installed inside the wooden tower, blowing up the red flag like a rocket flying into the sky.

"What's the name of this work?" Chen Li'an asked curiously.

Cai Guoqiang said with a smile: "It's called the dragon!"

After hearing this, Chen Li'an laughed and said, "I thought it was called Long March No. [-], but I think this name is more appropriate."

Cai Guoqiang couldn't help laughing and said, "Haha, if I knew that the Long March [-] had successfully lifted off, I would call it that. Unfortunately, it hadn't launched when I reported it."

But calling the dragon is also good. Looking at the suspended wooden tower, Chen Li'an looked more like a dragon. The wooden poles interspersed on the wooden tower looked like dragon's claws.

Very interesting work, but the noise is a bit louder, and the sound of the blower is a bit noisy.

However, Cai Guoqiang is a compatriot, and Chen Li'an naturally wouldn't dislike it, but the two artists next to him couldn't bear it, so they hung up their paintings and ran away.

After Chen Li'an chatted with Cai Guoqiang for a while, he was busy with his work. Others had finished it, but he hadn't started yet.

Chen Li'an started working after sorting out all the materials he had collected in China. Although the whole installation art is a whole, it has three parts, past, present and future.

The materials collected by Chen Li'an in China are mainly for the first two links, past and present, these two parts cost Chen Li'an more than 40 yuan!

Chen Li'an looked at these expensive materials and felt distressed. It was difficult to sell installation art, and so much money was paid for it.

Bai Qing, who had placed himself and Chen Li'an's paintings outside the venue, also came over at this time. After entering, he looked at Cai Guoqiang's works for a while and then left, as if he had no interest.

When Bai Qing came to Chen Li'an's side without disturbing him, he casually picked up the sketch he had drawn and it looked like a large installation similar to Moss Ubi Ring. Bai Qing knew what Chen Li'an was thinking.

The past, the present, and the future seem to be a line, but they are actually a circle. Although technology is developing, history is repeating itself, and human beings are going round and round in history.

However, Bai Qing was a little worried when he saw the materials of Chen Li'an. From the cold weapons of the stone age to the hot weapons of modern society, and then to the fantasy weapons of the future, it is like the history of the development of human civilization.

In addition to these weapons there are various broken items, symbolizing the treasures of civilizations destroyed by wars.

Bai Qing squatted beside him and watched Chen Li'an build the basic structure of the Moss Ubi ring with his shirtless arms, a huge rotating staircase, and a stable steel structure that people can step on, but no one can go to the end of the future, Step on it and it will fall down.

War has no future, and the future of mankind will eventually be destroyed in war.

It took Chen Li'an a whole day to build the basic steel structure, which looks weird and ugly, but this is not the final look.

Before dawn the next morning, Chen Li'an appeared in the venue again, and began to build human history on the steel structure, old stones, broken fur, and broken bones.
The Stone Age of Ru Mao drinking blood occupies three steps.

Bronze swords full of copper rust, fragments of broken tripods, sangma full of traces of swords and swords, pottery fragments with stick figures drawn one by one.
The Bronze Age of Slavery occupies three steps.

Each level of steps represents a period of history. Chen Li'an is building this work with great activity. Although the art exhibition has not yet started, all the artists who came to participate in the art exhibition have been attracted.

People come to visit almost every day to witness the birth of Chen Li'an's works.

As the inviter, Germano also came to pay attention to Chen Li'an's progress every day, and began to worry about whether Chen Li'an could complete it as scheduled, and even wondered whether the opening of the venue should be delayed for Chen Li'an.

Germano was worried that Chen Li'an didn't care, he was devoting himself to creation, but Bai Qing answered this question for him.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an, who was already half-finished and standing on the ladder with an old-fashioned rifle in his hand, and said to Germano: "Don't worry, he will finish it as scheduled."

Germano looked at Chen Li'an and said, "He should have come earlier, there are only five days left before the opening."

"He has procrastination." Bai Qing replied flatly.

Germano: "."

Cai Guoqiang was not worried about this problem, but said enviously: "These materials cost a lot of money, are those things imitation or real?"

"Most of them are imitations, and some are real." Bai Qing said beside him.

"It's really rich, I don't even have a salary." Cai Guoqiang said with emotion.

Germano said quietly beside him: "It's not our money, I will fight for your salary for you."

Cai Guoqiang laughed awkwardly, and then asked, "How many can there be?"

Germano glanced at Cai Guoqiang and said, "It's not easy to get a salary. How much do you want?"

"The more the better!"

Time flies by, and it is the day before the opening. Chen Li'an's venue is surrounded by many artists today, and many staff from the organizer are also here, wondering whether Chen Li'an can successfully complete the work today.

At the same time, I also want to witness the moment when this work is completed. Many photographers are already waiting with their cameras, and artists who play visual arts have also set up their cameras to record the most important scene in the development of modern art in the [-]th century.

At this time, there were only the last few floors of Chen Li'an's Mos Ubi staircase, and everyone gathered around and waited quietly. The only sound in the whole space was the sound of Chen Li'an tapping with a hammer.

The crisp sound of each sound seems to hit people's hearts, and every hit is a kind of shock.

As time passed, the sky gradually dimmed. In the dimly lit venue, Chen Li'an's eyes were particularly bright. At this moment, there was only the last piece of material left in his hand, and the work could be completed as long as it was put together.

Chen Li'an looked at the piece of blue glass in his hand. The dark blue color was like space, but when the piece of dark blue glass was mounted on it, the black background turned the dark blue glass into a bottomless black hole, like It is to absorb all matter into it and destroy it.

Chen Li'an pressed hard on the glass with both hands, and the crisp sound of glass shattering immediately sounded. Everyone around thought that Chen Li'an failed because of his excessive force.

I regretted not being able to succeed once, but amidst the worried expressions of everyone, Chen Li'an laughed happily.

It's done!Wave No. [-] - Destruction!
A wave that has been sweeping through history since the birth of mankind, war!
This work is completed, and destruction and brokenness are the final destination. This is the theme Chen Li'an wants to express. War will only bring destruction and brokenness. This blue planet is slowly shattering like this piece of glass.

Chen Li'an raised his head and looked at the people around him, but his eyes only fell on Bai Qing, looked at her and said with a smile: "I'm done!"

Bai Qing also smiled, walked over and gave him a hug, without any words, just a simple hug.

The resonance of words is pale, and the resonance of the soul does not need to be told.

The surrounding artists watched this scene and applauded enthusiastically, and the cameras and video cameras also recorded this scene, the artist and his muse!

More than ten days of continuous creation made Chen Li'an physically and mentally exhausted. When the passion for creation faded and the excitement in his body dissipated, Chen Li'an felt deeply exhausted and fell asleep in Bai Qing's arms on the way back to the hotel.

Bai Qing gently stroked Chen Li'an's hair, slender fingers across his eyebrows, as if to dispel all his tiredness.

Bai Qing rested his fingers on Chen Li'an's forehead, and said to himself: "I used to rely on you a lot, but why are you relying more and more on me now?"

"You only think of me when you're tired"

Chen Li'an, who was sleeping soundly, frowned slightly, wondering if he had some kind of nightmare.

Chen Li'an slept peacefully this time, as if he had returned to his mother's arms. When he woke up in Bai Qing's arms the next day, he was still holding her greedily and refused to get up.

"Get up, I won't be able to lift my hands if I don't get up again." Bai Qing pinched Chen Li'an's nose and said.

Chen Li'an arched reluctantly, and then sat up.

After running to wash up, Chen Li'an became lively again, watching Bai Qing rubbing her sore arm, he took the initiative to go over and rub it for her.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an whose eyes became clear again, and suddenly missed the Chen Li'an from yesterday, if he had known, he would have slept a little longer.

"Is it better?" Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing and asked.

Bai Qing moved his arms and said, "It's much better, let's go, the opening is about to begin."

Chen Li'an nodded, stretched out his hand to hold Bai Qing and said, "Let's go."

This year's art exhibition has more artists than in previous years, and there are also many visitors. The opening ceremony is very lively. Although there is no red carpet like the film festival, the appearance of Chen Li'an and Bai Qing still attracts many people. Reporters take pictures and interview.

No way, the Venice Art Fair is the world's top art fair, and Chen Li'an is the topic of this year's art exhibition, which is equivalent to Chen Li'an being the topic of this year's world art world.

Chen Li'an has become the hottest artist among modern artists.

Ji Fa, who is far away in the United States, now regrets that she did not go to Venice. The trio did not fit together at such an important moment!

Ji Fa read the news in the newspaper, and immediately picked up the phone to book tickets!
A trio is indispensable!Must fit!
On the opening day, Chen Li'an's exhibition hall was the one with the largest number of visitors. The empty exhibition hall was crowded with people, and everyone focused their attention on Chen Li'an's works.

Cai Guoqiang stood next to Chen Li'an at this time and said with some distress: "No one has read my works, and this venue is almost becoming your private exhibition hall."

Chen Li'an couldn't help laughing, saw his dragon coming and said: "It hangs very high, no one will miss it."

"Maybe, but your works are even more shocking." Cai Guoqiang looked at Chen Li'an and said, "I didn't expect you to be an anti-pacifist."

Chen Li'an thought for a while and said, "Not entirely, it's just that 90.00% of wars are meaningless, and they are caused by human selfish desires."

"One hundred percent of wars are caused by human selfish desires." Cai Guoqiang recalled his work in the United States last year, looked at Chen Li'an and said, "When I was at the U.S. nuclear test base last year, I was always thinking about whether there is justice in war. Peace made Japan end the War of Resistance, which seemed just, but it was also a meaningless war at its source.”

Chen Li'an glanced at him and didn't say anything else. Maybe what he said was right. War is meaningless. No matter what the reason for starting a war is, there will always be innocent people who pay for it.

When the two were silent, Germano suddenly approached Chen Li'an and said, "Chen, Art Watch wants to interview you about selecting the [-] most influential contemporary artists in the world."

Chen Li'an: "." Can I count as one hundred?

(End of this chapter)