fringe artist

Chapter 97. 95. Art is not pure
There is no unnecessary decoration in the empty exhibition hall, only spotlights and paintings on the white walls.

Such a simple space has a power to calm people down.

The art exhibition is very lively. There are many people watching the paintings, but most of them keep silent. Only when they see the paintings they like will they chat with their companions.

It seems that making loud noises is a blasphemy to art. Exhibitions like the National Art Exhibition are inherently serious, which is somewhat different from the restlessness of the modern art exhibitions in previous years.

Some people even shot at the modern art exhibition in the past few years as a performance art.

The fanaticism of the artists almost pushed that exhibition to the pinnacle of Chinese art history.

However, the damage caused by fanaticism was also very profound. After that, performance art was completely reduced to underground art.

The East Village, where performance artists gather, was also affected by the aftermath and was completely banned last year.

Modern art has never been a personal art, and fanaticism and presumptuousness can easily be labeled as deviant.

Chen Li'an has been suppressing the restlessness in his heart, telling himself that art is not madness.

A real artist is never really a madman, he may look like a psychopath, but he is always calm and sane inside.

To turn yourself into a fanatical lunatic for art, as only a real lunatic would do.

Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong who were wandering around in the art exhibition were a little bored, especially Zhang Guorong, he just wanted to play a few rounds of mahjong in a kitsch way, and he didn't like the works in the art exhibition very much.

Although Wang Zuxian felt bored, she still "appreciated" these paintings that she didn't understand very seriously.

Just like what my brother said to her, only by improving one's artistic accomplishment can you truly capture Chen Li'an's heart!
Wang Zuxian felt a little frustrated in her heart. In the past, she could capture the hearts of countless men only through her beauty, but now she has to look at oil paintings pitifully for a man.

It is better to be a monk if the world is not worth it.

On the other hand, Chen Li'an, who was listening to the organizer's judges talking for a long time, found Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong who were admiring the oil paintings with some headaches.

Seeing Wang Zuxian admiring an oil painting of a bumper harvest, Chen Li'an walked over and asked, "Have you never seen such a bumper harvest?"

Wang Zuxian, who just wanted to become a monk, heard Chen Li'an's voice, immediately jumped up and turned to look at him and asked, "Are you done?"

"Well, there's nothing to do later." Chen Li'an glanced at Zhang Guorong, who was a bit bored, took out his phone, glanced at the time and said with a smile: "It's getting late, let's go eat."

"Okay!" Zhang Guorong responded immediately, more positive than playing mahjong.

Wang Zuxian also nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will treat you to celebrate your award."

"It's just a small award, there's no need to celebrate." Chen Li'an didn't think it was worth celebrating. This time, there are so many excellent awards, which are far less valuable than the gold award.

"Don't worry about those little things, go eat first!" Zhang Guorong pulled Wang Zuxian and Chen Li'an away, and hurriedly wanted to escape here as soon as possible.

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong in confusion and asked, "I remember you like collecting oil paintings? Why are you so impatient?"

"I just don't like the oil painting style here." Zhang Guorong explained again: "And today I want to play a few rounds of mahjong."

Chen Li'an was helpless, suspecting that he was still regretting that Shisanyao didn't make it that day.

"Do you have anything to do this afternoon? Let's go play mahjong." Zhang Guorong asked.

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "I don't have time this afternoon, I'm going to see my art manager."

"Did something happen?" Wang Zuxian asked curiously from the side.

Chen Li'an explained with a smile: "Just now the jury told me that they will select a few outstanding works to represent China to participate in next year's Venice Biennale."

Participating in the National Art Exhibition and having the opportunity to represent domestic artworks to be exhibited in the Venice Biennale was beyond Chen Li'an's expectation.

The Venice Biennale set up national pavilions, and participating countries can display some domestic artworks.

When China first participated, it only sent a few pieces of porcelain to participate, and then slowly added a lot of contemporary art.

Originally, Chen Li'an and Ji Fa negotiated to hold two art exhibitions in Europe before the Venice Biennale. After gaining a little fame in the international art circle, they then participated in exhibitions in exhibition halls outside the national pavilion.

Now I didn't expect to have the opportunity to directly participate on behalf of the country, but this opportunity is not so easy to obtain.

The judges are still discussing which work to choose, and they just released the news in advance to tell the winners of the art exhibition, but Chen Li'an can see something different from this move
As we all know, modern works of art need packaging and marketing. There are many sayings and routines, and even some abnormal transactions are involved.

This time the jury released the news in advance, which is very intriguing. Why not just select it and then notify it?
Chen Li'an couldn't help but shook his head, then stopped thinking about this question, and asked Ji Fa for her advice when he saw her in the afternoon.

After finishing lunch with Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian, Chen Li'an ran away resolutely. Both of them wanted to drag him to stay. One wanted Chen Li'an to play mahjong with him, and the other wanted Chen Li'an to take her shopping.

How can a man be a plaything and become obsessed with female sex!

Chen Li'an took a taxi to the Yuanmingyuan Artist Village, where hundreds of artists and rock players gathered. The overall atmosphere was very good, so it was disbanded next year.

The reason for the disbandment is similar to that of the East Village. When a group of artists get together, the impact is huge and uncontrollable.

Of course, the main reason is that the times are progressing, and the pace of urbanization has already reached this point, and the old and dilapidated will naturally be submerged by the tide of the times.

Painter's Village is much more lively than Songzhuang, but the environment is similar to Songzhuang, the same old and dilapidated.

Chen Li'an walked on the street and watched painters standing in twos and threes standing in the snow and smoking and chatting together. It felt very comfortable and relaxed. The only thing that made him feel noisy was the heart-piercing roars and Restless music.

I don't know which band is going crazy. Apart from making people feel noisy, there is nothing worth admiring about the songs they sing.

At this time, there are many people who play rock and roll, but few who are famous for it. Most people just like it but don't have much talent.

Even many people just to pretend to sniff honey
Chen Li'an walked around the village and soon found Ji Fa in a courtyard. Her blonde hair was very eye-catching in the sun.

Bai Qing stood beside her, looking a bit bored in his hat and scarf.

When Chen Li'an walked over, he saw Ji Fa chatting with a thin painter with long hair. In front of them was an oil painting of pop art. On the canvas was an exaggerated man with his mouth open and laughing.

Bai Qing noticed Chen Li'an first, and immediately ran over, helped his hat and asked, "Come here so soon?"

"Well, have you found a suitable artist?" Chen Li'an raised his hand and straightened Bai Qing's hat and asked.

Bai Qing looked back at Ji Fa and the artist and said with some disappointment, "No, most of the paintings here are not good enough."

"You don't like it? Or Ji Fa doesn't like it?" Chen Li'an pulled his scarf and asked.

"I don't like it at all." Bai Qing frowned and said: "These people become impetuous when they get together, and the things they draw have a cynical taste. I don't like it very much."

Chen Li'an looked at the pop art oil paintings with exaggerated colors, and felt that what Bai Qing said was right, these paintings were indeed a little too much.

"I have always felt that Popism is not suitable for Chinese painters." Bai Qing and Chen Li'an stood side by side and looked at the painter chatting with Ji Fa and said: "Being too severely impacted by Westernism, losing correct cognition, blind The chase will only go further and further away."

"A tree without roots." Chen Li'an continued: "The current social atmosphere is also the same, free and unrestrained, throwing away all traditional concepts at once, learning and learning not to hold a negative attitude towards oneself and society , it will only become different in the end."

"I feel like this place will be like the East Village." Bai Qing said with a sigh.

Chen Li'an turned his head and looked at Bai Qing in surprise, but he didn't expect her to have a keen sense of politics.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an's surprised expression and asked, "You don't believe me?"

"No, I'm sure, but it's better than the East Village, at least there aren't so many performance artists." Chen Li'an shook his head and explained.

Bai Qing nodded. In terms of the fanaticism of art, this place is indeed a bit different from the East Village. It is more like a group of people gathering here to keep warm, like a gypsy camp.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Fa finished chatting with the painter at this time, and walked over to look at Chen Li'an, who hadn't seen him for several days, and asked, "How does it feel to go to Xiangjiang?"

"Not bad, I met a few friends." Chen Li'an replied lightly, always feeling that Ji Fa looked at him with something wrong.

Ji Fa's blue eyes were beautiful, staring at Chen Li'an's beautiful face, he said with some frustration: "I've been in a terrible situation these days, why is there only one Baiqing and Chen Li'an, the painters here are too immature. "

"Perhaps you should go to the art exhibition, there are some very good works." Chen Li'an suggested.

"I will go." Ji Fa sighed and said, "I always feel that the arts all over the world are withering, and there are fewer and fewer artists with potential."

Chen Li'an said irrefutably: "Maybe it's because the living standard has improved."

"That's right." Ji Fa nodded in agreement, "Most excellent works are created in a difficult environment, and an environment that is too favorable will only corrode the artist's soul."

Chen Li'an smiled and said to Ji Fa: "Cherish the present, art will become cheaper and cheaper in the future."

It's so cheap that you can call yourself an artist by taking a few incomprehensible videos.

The cost of artistic creation has changed from consuming the artist's inspiration and passion to consuming a few bars of the phone's battery.

Ji Fa, who got nothing in Yuanmingyuan Village, could only leave disappointed.

In a coffee shop at Xinjiekou, after hearing what Chen Li'an had said about the art exhibition, Ji Fa thought for a while and said, "This is indeed a very good opportunity, but it may not be that simple."

"I know, that's why I asked for your opinion." Chen Li'an took a sip of coffee, and then said: "It may be troublesome if you want to fight for it. My personal opinion is to follow the fate."

If Ji Fa was a Chinese from 20 years later, he would have smiled and asked how much it would take to get that spot.

Ji Fa thought for a while and said, "I think it is still necessary to fight for it. After all, it is a good opportunity. The Venice Biennale has a high gold content. If you win an award, all your works will appreciate in value."

"The most important thing is that there are too few of your works now, and I don't think I can even curate for you." Ji Fa said with a sigh of disappointment, and then said: "I wanted to find a few more to share with you." Painters with the same talent, let’s hold an exhibition of young painters together, but it’s a pity that we couldn’t find them.”

"Is the film festival not allowed?" Chen Li'an asked with a frown.

Ji Fa stirred the coffee and said, "Of course, it's just that they won't understand your previous film festival in Europe, the social environment is different."

Chen Li'an looked at the exquisitely decorated coffee shop, then turned his head to look at the street full of age outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and said, "I don't only have that group of works."

"Do you have a new work?" Ji Fa asked as she put down the spoon in her hand.

Chen Li'an nodded and said, "That's right, but it's only half finished. The theme is Xiangjiang, the two sides of the city."

Chen Li'an was afraid that Ji Fa would not understand Pigeon Cage, so he changed the word.

Hearing that Chen Li'an had a new work, Ji Fa couldn't help but marvel in his heart. This is too prolific, but then he realized that a prolific artist also means that the value is not high.

"You are too prolific, it's not good." Ji Fa couldn't help but said, "In the future, you must control your inspiration, otherwise it will become cheap."

Chen Li'an was overwhelmed by Ji Fa's theory, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I won't talk to you in the future."

Ji Fa: "." Do you still want to do it alone! ! !

Bai Qing finally couldn't help laughing, and interjected: "Inspiration can't be controlled, he is very talented, you shouldn't limit it, as long as you control the number of works that flow out."

"I know." Ji Fa gave Chen Li'an a white look, and then said seriously: "You should know that my duty is to help you sell your works at a high price. Although this is vulgar, it is very important!"

"I understand, otherwise I wouldn't sign a contract with you." Chen Li'an is not a rigid person, nor would he think that art can't talk about money, and talking about money is vulgar.

Why can't artists make money? Artists also need to live.

"Okay, now take me to see your half-finished works." Ji Fa couldn't wait any longer. Now that there were no alternatives for the youth art exhibition, she could only hope that Chen Li'an could create better works.

Art managers also need to make money, how can they maintain the dignity of artists if they don’t make money?

　1 is completed, and I owe the big brother a plus -[-].

　　Don't scold me anymore... Tomorrow will continue day after day!Ollie! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)