fringe artist

Chapter 79 78. Artistic Creation Needs Filling Inspiration

At the end of [-], the trade of artworks was not standardized, and the most irregular part was that there was no need to pay taxes.

But it's not unusual, the art trading market is very small in China, most of them are privately traded, and formal art auctions only started this year, so it's normal for many places to be imperfect.

Chen Li'an got tens of thousands of pounds, which was considered a small fortune. With this much money, he could buy a house of one or two hundred square meters.

A set of works is exchanged for a big house. In this way, Chen Li'an's works are quite valuable, but this is only a bonus of the times.

Houses have much more room for appreciation than works of art. Houses in 20 can increase tenfold in [-] years, and works of art can be considered lucky if they can increase twice.

With a huge sum of money in his pocket, Chen Li'an walks with wind, but looking at the shops with a strong atmosphere of the times on the side of the road, he has no desire to shop at all.

The best sellers in stores these days are washing machines and TVs, and Chen Li'an doesn't need them either.

Moreover, it is troublesome to spend so much foreign exchange, and it has to be exchanged into RMB.

The foreign exchange certificate has just been cancelled, and foreign exchange can be used directly in the market, but most places still cannot spend foreign exchange.

However, Chen Li'an didn't need so much money, so there was no need to convert it all into RMB, and the country didn't lack tens of thousands of foreign exchange.

Chen Li'an thought about it for a while and called Zhang Guorong. He will go to Xiangjiang in two days and use the money to make some investments.

At the end of [-], there was a financial crisis that swept the world. Although it was not as exaggerated as [-], it was still possible to make a small amount of money.

At Zhang Guorong's home in Beijing, Chen Li'an was lazily leaning on the white leather sofa, looking at the decoration of this high-end apartment.

Crystal chandeliers, leather sofas, stylish decorative paintings and all kinds of simple furniture, compared with most of the houses in Beijing today, are simply products of two eras.

The export housing is good, it is a few blocks better than the domestic sales housing and self-built housing, especially compared with the courtyard where Chen Lian lives, it is almost a difference of two eras.

"Why did you come here today? Is the film festival over? Let's go to Xiangjiang tomorrow."

Zhang Guorong just woke up wearing a black nightgown with messy hair, but even if he looks unkempt, he still looks like a gentleman. If a woman sees the open neckline of the nightgown, she probably can't help screaming.

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong's bleary-eyed appearance, and seriously suspected that he had been staying at home for the past few days. Xiangjiang people are in the cold capital, so Maodong should be a normal operation.

"I'll go again in a few days. Isn't the concert NO.19? Why go so early?" Chen Li'an took an orange from the glass tea table, peeled off a piece, and threw it into his mouth.

Zhang Guorong stroked his messy hair and said: "Tomorrow, the capital is so cold this year, I haven't gone out for a few days."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Guorong looked at the lazy Chen Li'an, and said angrily, "If Gong Li hadn't told me that you have a film festival, I wouldn't have come. I really can't stand the weather in Beijing."

"The day after tomorrow, I have something to do tomorrow." Chen Li'an was also quite embarrassed, Zhang Guorong came all the way to support him, and still stayed in the capital for so long waiting for him to go to Xiangjiang together.

Zhang Guorong walked to the side sofa and sat down, took a sip of water and said, "Okay, but do you know what's going on with the concert you want to see?"

Chen Li'an shook his head. He hadn't seen this concert in his previous life, so he didn't know much about it. He just watched the video and liked the song Dou Wei sang about the advanced animal very much.

Zhang Guorong lit a cigarette, then threw one to Chen Li'an, and said in surprise: "That man named He Yong said that the Four Heavenly Kings are clowns, but Zhang Xueyou is okay. Many friends called me to tell me about it." Woolen cloth."

Chen Li'an lit the cigarette and turned the lighter in his hand.This kid He Yong is really daring to shoot, but this guy has always been outspoken.

Last year, Chen Li'an and He Yong had conflicts, and the lighter they are using now is the spoils they won during the fight.

Zhang Guorong didn't care much about these things, but just remembered to mention something, then turned to look at Chen Li'an and asked, "Are you going to stay in Xiangjiang for a few days?"

"A week or so, I will definitely be back before the National Art Exhibition." Chen Li'an said lightly, then took out a few wads of pounds from his bag and put them on the table and said, "You help me take this money to Xiangjiang, I can't take it."

It is very troublesome to take out so much foreign exchange. Chen Li'an has no time to apply for various complicated procedures, so it is easiest to let Zhang Guorong help him take it out.

Zhang Guorong looked at the money on the table, and asked curiously: "Where did you get so much money, and let me treat you to the concert with so much money."

"I just earned it, and sold the works of the film festival." Chen Li'an explained, looked at Zhang Guorong and said with a smile: "Compared to you, you are a poor man. In the mainland, you are called a big eater."

Zhang Guorong looked at Chen Li'an angrily and muttered: "You have a thick skin, you don't look like an artist."

"Don't be so stingy, who made you an older brother." Chen Li'an smiled, then stood up and stretched his waist and said: "I have to leave beforehand at night, and I will meet you the day after tomorrow."

"Go away!"

"Got it!"

After leaving Zhang Guorong's house, Chen Li'an immediately went to look for Bai Qing.

I'm going to Xiangjiang the day after tomorrow, and I have to work out a new work with Bai Qing as soon as possible today and tomorrow.

In the quiet painting material store, Chen Li'an and Bai Qing were selecting paints,

Chen Li'an and Bai Qing selected suitable paints in the painting material store. After looking at them for a while, Bai Qing put down the acrylic paints in his hand and said, "Acrylic paints are definitely not good, but the adhesion of oil paints is not enough."

Painting on photo paper is not a simple matter, the choice of paint is very troublesome, photo paper is different from canvas, oil paint is not strong in adhesion and easy to fall off.

Acrylic paint is relatively better, but the difference in effect compared with oil paint is a bit bigger.

"Use a back sealer or silicon pigment." Chen Li'an said after thinking for a while.

Bai Qing picked up a bottle of siliceous paint, looked at it under the light source and said, "Then use siliceous paint, it's much better than acrylic."

"Well, then let's buy this and try it first." Chen Li'an nodded, and then began to choose the color.

Half an hour later, Chen Li'an brought Bai Qing to his home with a pile of paint.

Before entering the yard, Bai Qing deliberately pulled his hair, took Chen Li'an's hand and asked, "Do you live by yourself?"

"Well, so you don't have to be so nervous." Chen Li'an said with a smile.

Bai Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then patted Chen Li'an and said, "Why should I be nervous, I'm not your girlfriend."

Chen Li'an smiled and said nothing, and went in with the paint in his arms. There was no one in the yard, and everyone was eating at home at this time.

In the winter, no one would eat in the yard. After Bai Qing followed Chen Lian in, he looked at the yard curiously, curious about Chen Lian's growth environment.

It's just that there is nothing special about the ordinary courtyard. Bai Qing didn't see any artistic atmosphere, and he couldn't understand how Chen Li'an's artistic talent came from.

Chen Li'an's room was very clean, and things were neatly arranged. There wasn't much furniture in the room. The only electrical appliances were lamps and fans. There were a lot of books on the desk.

Bai Qing casually picked up a book and flipped through it, and found that most of them were novels, with Chen Li'an's essays and reflections on them.

The handwriting is beautiful and the strokes are sharp, which fits Chen Li'an's temperament very well.

After Chen Li'an put the paints away, he found a large photo that had been developed earlier, turned to look at Bai Qing and said, "Okay, let's start now."

Bai Qing put down the book in his hand and looked at the photo in Chen Li'an's hand. It was a landscape photo.

A bluestone slab by the river was filled with thick mist, the sky was very gloomy as if it was about to rain, and there were a few figures whose appearance could not be seen clearly in the mist.

The whole picture looks eerie, like something out of a horror folk tale.

Bai Qing walked over and looked at Chen Li'an and said, "This is the Jiangnan in your eyes? It's more like strange talk."

"This is only a semi-finished product." Chen Li'an smiled, then picked up a paintbrush and said, "Now we need to complete it."

Bai Qing watched the paintbrush circling on Chen Li'an's finger, then raised his hand, snatched the paintbrush and threw it aside, looked into Chen Li'an's eyes and said, "I need inspiration, the lack of emotion needs to be filled."

Chen Li'an: "." What a fresh and refined reason.

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　There is no update. Yesterday’s update was in the morning because the follow-up data of the day needs to be better.

　　My habit is to update at night, and I need to go to work during the day to cheat capitalists of money to support myself.

　　Ok, I will continue to type.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)