fringe artist

Chapter 4 4. There is no shame in dedicating yourself to art

"How do you observe me?"

Chen Li'an was startled for a moment, then turned his head to look at the girl beside him, looked it over carefully and said, "It's not suitable."

"Why?" Bai Qing's eyes were full of curiosity.

Chen Li'an explained softly: "I want to observe men, and female artists have no reference value for me."

"Hehe, is there a distinction between men and women? You are discriminating." The corner of Bai Qing's mouth twitched, and there was stubbornness in his eyes.

Fortunately, there is no women's rights in China at this time, otherwise Chen Li'an's remarks just now may be misunderstood.

Chen Li'an looked into Bai Qing's eyes and said, "It has nothing to do with sexism, it's just that my theme this time is related to men."

Bai Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, obviously he didn't believe Chen Li'an's words.

"For us marginalized people, the only difference between men and women is whether to go to the left or the right to go to the public toilet, so there is no difference between men and women, unless your theme is related to sex."

Chen Li'an looked back at the girl who spoke boldly, thought carefully and said, "It's okay, but why do you want to be the object of observation?"

"Have a plan. I will be your observation object, and you will be my model. I have no money to hire a model. I have been inspired for a long time. I have been waiting for a suitable model. I think you are very suitable." Bai Qing spread out his hands, and stated his predicament and plot very straightforwardly.

"What kind of model?"

"It's the one you want!"

"Oh, don't even think about it!"

There is no shame in dedicating one's life to art, and Chen Li'an understood this truth in his previous life.

But the premise is that it is really for art, not for some dark and dirty.

In order to better observe these people in Songzhuang, Chen Li'an agreed to Bai Qing's exchange.

Or Chen Li'an was too involved after substituting himself into the character, thinking that this is a very interesting and worthwhile thing to try.

Bai Qing will become his observation object, and he will become Bai Qing's model and student.

After Chen Li'an agreed, Bai Qing excitedly dragged Chen Li'an to his room.

Looking at the impatient Bai Qing, Chen Li'an suspected for a moment that she didn't want to be a model herself, or that kind of model!

Bai Qing's room was small, with almost no furniture except a bed, and an open suitcase full of clothes was scattered on the floor.

The air still smelled of turpentine and oil paint, and the newspapers on the walls were yellow and peeling off.

There was also a brazier in front of the bed, and the charcoal fire inside was about to go out, and the temperature in the capital was very low after nightfall in March.

There was an easel in front of the only window in the room, on which was a painted portrait of a plump woman lying on the bed in a seductive posture.

Chen Li'an took a closer look and found that the person in the painting seemed to be Bai Qing himself.

"How is it? Doesn't it look good?" Bai Qing asked standing next to Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an looked at the painting and said, "It's pretty good, but the composition and background aren't too good-looking."

Hearing Chen Li'an's comment, Bai Qing said with some annoyance: "I can't help it. I didn't have money to buy a new canvas at that time. I scraped off the original painting and painted it again."

"Are you so difficult?" Chen Li'an didn't expect that Bai Qing didn't even have the money to buy the canvas.

Bai Qing took a roll of canvas from the bottom of the bed, patted the dust on it and said, "That's why we are the marginal people."

"This is my last canvas, so this creation is important, you know what I mean?"

Chen Li'an was looking at Bai Qing's stock of oil paints, and turned to look at her after hearing her words.

There was a little light in Bai Qing's eyes, firm and depressed.

"Am I really suitable?" Chen Li'an asked back.

"You need to take it off to see, if it doesn't fit, I'll put the canvas back."

Chen Li'an was silent for a while and said, "Okay."

Bai Qing put the canvas on the bed, then found a roll of transparent plastic sheet from nowhere and waited for Chen Li'an to take off his clothes.

The oversized black sweater was thrown to the ground by Chen Li'an, and the black jeans fell to the ground as the belt was loosened. The metal belt buckle hit the loess ground with a dull sound.

Bai Qing walked around Chen Li'an with the transparent plastic cloth in his arms, and then said, "It's you."

"What to do next? What is your theme?" Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing and asked.

Bai Qing unfolded the transparent plastic sheet and said, "Death and new life."

"I understand." Chen Li'an's eyes fixed on the transparent and smooth plastic sheet.

Bai Qing spread a length of plastic sheet on the ground and said, "Lie on it, like a baby."

Chen Li'an walked onto the plastic sheet with bare feet, sat down and lay on his side on the ground, and then curled up like an unborn baby.

The coldness of the ground spread to Chen Li'an's body through the plastic sheeting, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the baby wrapped in warm amniotic fluid.

The pores on Chen Li'an's skin were closed, and the fine hairs were erected, and the icy chill was invading and consuming his body temperature.

Bai Qing covered Chen Li'an's body with the plastic sheet left in his hand, and then used gentle movements to stick the plastic to every inch of Chen Li'an's body.

It's like being tightly surrounded and bound.

After Bai Qing set it up, he moved the brazier to Chen Li'an's side, stepped back two steps, and carefully looked at every inch of Chen Li'an's body.

Chen Li'an opened his eyes and looked at Bai Qing, his eyes were like a newborn baby with curiosity and despair about the world.

The momentary collision of eyes instantly ignited Bai Qing's strong desire to create, and at this moment she felt her soul trembling.

"That's right! That's the feeling. Babies out of the amniotic fluid are curious and fearful!"

"It's you! The person I've been waiting for is you!"

Bai Qing was trembling with excitement, goosebumps formed on his exposed arms.

At this moment, Bai Qing felt that Chen Li'an had reached a soul resonance with himself, and that look conveyed all the things he wanted to express!

Chen Li'an was lying on the ground, looking at Bai Qing's expression through the transparent plastic. At this moment, he seemed to understand the vigorous desire in the artist's heart.

Bai Qing couldn't wait to find an old picture frame, and nailed the canvas to it with trembling hands.

Hoo. Hoo. Hoo.
Chen Li'an's breath sprayed on the plastic, a white mist gradually blurred his face, and the temperature in his body also slowly dropped as he exhaled.

His body temperature was dropping, but Chen Li'an felt his heart beating extraordinarily strongly, like weeds growing wildly among the stones!

Bai Qing picked up the easel and sat across from Chen Li'an, staring fixedly at Chen Li'an, but he had already skillfully pulled out a paintbrush with his right hand.

The palette is right under Bai Qing's feet, and the paint has been poured on it. The soft brush is stirred on the brown paint, and then it is lifted to smear thick colors on the clean white canvas.

Chen Li'an curled up on the cold ground and watched Bai Qing. As time went by, the curiosity in his eyes became less and less, replaced by a kind of cold despair.

Bai Qing held several brushes between her fingers, her movements became slower and slower, but the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

The icy paleness of Chen Li'an's body was in stark contrast to Bai Qing's increasingly flushed complexion.

One is approaching death, the other is approaching birth.

The light in the room was already dim, and the moonlight shone on Chen Li'an through the window, and the transparent plastic was emitting a white cold light.

Unknowingly, the sky outside began to brighten again, and the new morning sun rose to warm and warm the sun inside the house.

The paintbrush in Bai Qing's hand has become the smallest size, making subtle drawings on the canvas.

When the last bit of white paint on the palette was used up and all the white on the brush was painted on the canvas, Bai Qing seemed to lose all his strength, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground.

Bai Qing, who was slumped on the chair, panted heavily with a strange flush on his face, and stared blankly at the painting on the canvas.

After fourteen hours, death and rebirth were completed, and all of Bai Qing's enthusiasm and desires were released at this moment.

Tears could not stop falling from the corners of her eyes. At this moment, she was like a person who had lost hope and chose to drown in panic and helplessness, longing for a hand to reach into the water and give her hope again.

After more than ten minutes, Bai Qing sat up and looked at Chen Li'an who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an under the transparent plastic, his pale skin, powerful muscle lines, and sharp facial features, and the strong fear in his heart could no longer be controlled.

Bai Qing stood up, grasped the corners of the clothes with both hands and stretched upwards, and the white short sleeves fell on the palette without paint.

Chen Li'an, who was confused, felt his body gradually warming up, and his arms were full of restless and crazy desires like holding lava, plump, soft, wild and gentle like water.

(End of this chapter)