Almighty painter

Chapter 269 Sir Brown's Fear

"War and Peace," "Led Zeppelin," "Olympia," "Luncheon on the Grass," "Night Walk," "The Sistine Madonna," "The School of Athens"...

The elevator door opens.

Sir Brown walked towards the independent office at the end of the corridor with steady steps.

The second day after the shareholder meeting.

The chairman couldn't wait to get rid of the portrait of the old earl that had been an eyesore in his office for a long time.

Citizens could not run to the chairman's office to raise placards in protest.

and so.

Unlike the difficult sculpture that had to be adjusted by a crane, following Sir Brown's order, the portrait that had been hanging on the wall for nearly a century just lay obediently in the corner of the warehouse to eat ashes.

"Finally, no one is whispering in their ears that everything that happens here is related to art, which is so simple and ridiculous."

funny.

What right does she have to stand on the moral high ground and reprimand me.How did the Elena family's wealth and land come from?It can't be done by painting.

At the moment when the hated portrait was taken down.

Sir Brown was immediately refreshed, with a sense of lightness as if he had turned from a serf and became the master of the house.

But after looking at the original office for a long time, the empty walls always look like something is missing.

The magazine has just taken the first step of reform.

After all, Jazz didn't feel too embarrassed to put the whole portrait of himself on the wall.

He asked workers to install a display case.

The OBE awarded by the late Queen at Buckingham Palace and the three articles "AFRICAN ARTS (African Art)", "BURLINGTON MAGAZINE (Burlington Art Magazine)" and "CONNAISSANCE DES ARTS (Art and Renaissance)" are included The AHCI-level heavyweight journals in which his papers were published are displayed side by side.

These four things are the greatest pride in his life.

As long as a visitor who steps into the magazine and sees these mountain-like academic honors, he will immediately know that he is not Anna's little yellow-haired girl who may not even grow all hair.

I have enough academic level and social experience to take on the responsibility of the head of the oil painting magazine.

As for the walls of the office and the promenade outside, he took the potential meaning of "New Era Magazine is not owned by Irina, the master is with me", and hung imitations of famous paintings from all over the world.

Whenever Sir Brown walked in this corridor, it was as if he was inspecting the subjects in his domain.

The era of Picasso, Manet, Monet, Menzel, Rembrandt, Giorgione, and other artists who were once prominent and prominent have all disappeared in the long river of history.

Now in the entire art market, he is the biggest king.

You can mess with whoever you want, and you can praise whoever you want.

Sir Brown's good mood was quietly clouded when he opened the door of the office and saw the worried, fat and round face of Khelaifi, the chief art advisor of the Metropolitan Museum behind his seat.

"Shareholders of Khelaife. The commotion in front of the magazine office is just a small disturbance that cannot be brought to the table, so there is no need to worry about it."

Sir Brown set up the bone china tea set, and said calmly while putting the roasted black tea bag into the cup.

The chairman thinks this guy is making a big deal out of a molehill.

He was supposed to have lunch with the curator of the New Art Center at noon today to discuss the matter of the annual meeting, but he received an urgent call from this guy, requesting to meet and discuss some important matters.

The chairman had no choice but to shirk the entertainment and rushed back by car.

"The commotion in front of the magazine office?"

"No, I didn't come to you for such a trivial matter." Shareholder Khelaifei shook his head, "Sir, I have been paying attention to it for several days, and it may be a little bit bad, you'd better take the time to look at this .”

The shareholder took out a set of unsealed solid wood boxes from the handbag.

He cleaned up the table, opened the cover of the box, and placed all the things in the box on the table one by one.

A book of fairy tales, a small doll, a collection of illustrations and postcards.

"The "Little Prince" commemorative gift box has sold nearly 1200 sets in the UK so far, and the one before you is one of the sets I bought."

Khelaife knocked on the table.

"1200 sets?"

Sir Brown took a sip of his tea, subtly suppressing the shock in his heart when he heard the news.

He glanced over the set of gift boxes.

At the shareholder meeting, he had already seen the new book Detective Cat in the hands of Miss Elena.

However, when he saw it quietly placed on the table in front of him, without any worries about being photographed by the camera, Sir Brown's eyes showed a momentary expression of appreciation.

Don't talk about what's there or what's not.

The illustrations in this book are really beautiful.

Can……

The collection of gift boxes alone has sold 1200 sets, which made Chairman Brown feel a little stunned.

It's only been on sale for a few days!

"Don't worry, it's probably because "The Little Prince" itself has more readers. After all, it is a best-selling world famous book for many years, and it is not difficult to find a thousand readers who love Saint-Exupéry in the whole of the UK..."

Sir Brown maintained a superficial composure.

In the middle of speaking, he still looked at Khelaifi who was opposite and pursed his lips, and couldn't help emphasizing.

"Didn't I ask the shareholders to start a relationship, and the painting level of this book was bad-mouthed in mainstream art magazines. And before I asked you to contact Professor Boggs of the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts to write a special art review , has it been published now?"

Sir Brown has a lot going on every day.

The appointment of a new personnel structure, the establishment of the foundation under the magazine, as the local host of Glize City, the preparation for the upcoming art annual meeting attended by the president and dignitaries from various countries...

All-important agendas follow one another.

His interview speech to reporters was really not an act of pretension.

Now even some rich people worth more than one billion U.S. dollars who are interested in art investment want to meet and chat with Sir Brown, and they may have to make an appointment for two weeks.

The emperor would not care about the fate of a beggar.

Unworthy online painters like Detective Mao really don't deserve to be missed by the head of "Oil Painting" magazine.

He just ordered the shareholders to guide the public opinion a little bit, and then went to work on his own affairs.

The chairman still laughed at Anna's wishful thinking about relying on a book of fairy tales to make a comeback.

Collectors who can really spend a lot of money to determine the direction of the art market, some choose to believe in their own eyes, and some choose to believe in authority.In the final analysis, when the two diverge, the vast majority of buyers will still choose to believe in authority.

What can guide the market price of collectibles is always the praise of art review magazines, the award-winning experience at the Biennale, the shortlist of Turner and Barcelona Watercolor Prize.

In the most mundane field of illustrations, the truly convincing ones are the industry awards such as the Andersen Award, the Master of Writing and Art Award, and the Belgian Golden Key Award.

Only these things can truly turn a linen canvas that costs a few euros into a constantly rising turnover in the art transaction market.

It's not "I like it when I look at it".

With the aesthetic winds in Sir Brown's hands, he has nothing to worry about.

Just in case.

Sir Brown also prudently asked Khelaife shareholders, who are very well-connected in the American art world, to contact Professor Boggs, an expert in the field of painting and knife painting, to write an art review.

Dedicated to attacking the shortcomings of Detective Cat's paintings.

Even among the 70 billion people in the world, the only painter who can sell paintings of painting knives for more than 5 US dollars denies Detective Cat.

A small number of painting speculators who want to engage in art speculation will also put away their petty thoughts that they shouldn't have.

Especially "The Little Prince" is a world famous book.

With a little manipulation of public opinion, the market can be made to think that its low sales are due to the detective cat, and its high sales are due to Saint-Exupéry's good writing.

Only the explosive sales that are almost miraculous can shake the authoritative evaluation of art criticism.

It's only been a few days since it went on sale, and 1200 sets of the Collector's Edition have been sold?
1200 paying buyers with good money isn't exactly a blast, but it's not a great place to start.

The sales cycle of a book is very long.

If those scalpers who like to hype hand-made gift boxes notice that the book "The Little Prince" has a certain popularity, I am afraid that the sales will continue to increase in the future.

"Professor Boggs rejected my request." The Khelaife shareholder shook his head.

"Reject! Why would he refuse? Any painter expects to please our "Oil Painting" magazine, and now this opportunity is right in front of his eyes!" Sir Brown frowned and said displeasedly.

"That's right. Professor Boggs agreed to my draft invitation last week. He was very happy to get my personal friendship. Suddenly he changed his mind, and it happened to be the first release of "The Little Prince". Two days."

"Boggs didn't say it explicitly, but listening to the hidden meaning in his words... I always feel that he may be a little... scared."

The small eyes under Khlaife's round glasses drifted, recalling the strange tone of Professor Boggs' phone call.

Scared?
There is nothing to be afraid of writing an art review.

unless.

In the mind of Professor Boggs, he saw a flawless work of art that was like a masterpiece of God.

"Bastard. The better Detective Cat draws, the more he should stand up at this time. Huadao painting is so unpopular, and the share of the art market is very small. He wouldn't like to have another master painter to share his profits benefit!"

"It's not convenient for you to lobby more, but in a few months, if he writes well, we can consider giving him a positive interview in "Oil Painting"."

The chairman ordered in a deep voice.

Originally, Professor Boggs, a middle-level painter with an average price of tens of thousands of dollars, was useful to Sir Brown for his face.

Dare to refuse without knowing what is good or bad.

The director simply didn't bother to talk to the other party, and didn't even bother to put his finger on such a small character.

The three-legged toad is hard to find, and there are great painter friends who are willing to serve Sir Browne everywhere.

But what Detective Cat draws is painting with a knife.

Boggs is the only named academic authority in this field, and it would be best if he raises the flag to attack Detective Cat.

Only then did Sir Brown patiently agree with him.

"I don't think it will have much effect. I vaguely revealed on the phone before that I would consider holding a solo art exhibition for him in New York in exchange."

Khelaife shrugged and indicated that he knew that he could not afford to lose in the matter of "The Little Prince", so he had already made a huge promise.

The Metropolitan Museum of New York is the most influential art organization in New York and North America.

For painters like Boggs, who are limited by the limitations of painting techniques and subject matter, if they have the opportunity to hold a personal art exhibition by Khelaifi himself, it will almost have the effect of leaping like a carp.

Maybe he can even take off the title of "niche painter", and his social value will be greatly improved.

The temptation here is not much less than an exclusive interview on the front page of "Oil Painting" magazine.

"One article can get a chance to hold a personal exhibition. He can't be tempted by this. This guy must be crazy." Sir Brown was also shocked.

"Heart, of course he is. I can hear the breathing of this knife painting expert in the phone receiver becoming short of breath."

"The result is still rejected?"

"Yes, after a full 3 minutes of silence, he still refused. He replied—"

Khelaifi rubbed his fat hands, "This is not a matter of profit, it is only related to art. He is 65 years old and has a tenured professorship. He doesn't want to be regarded as a After-dinner talk for future generations."

Kabun——

The chair in the office made a crisp sound.

"Sir Brown? Are you okay?" Khelaife looked worriedly at the decent old man across the table.

Sir Brown sat there without saying a word.

Khelaife could see that the fingertips of the other party's hand holding the teacup were slightly white because of too much force.

The lake-colored tea water is rippling like a sea tide.

The chief consultant has known this academic Taishan Beidou for many years, and he was favored by both the European Art Association and the Austrian National Publishing Group, and was hired as the head of the "Oil Painting" magazine.

His political wisdom runs as deep as his academic achievements.

In Khelaife's impression, the old friend has always been the conspirator old fox who doesn't show his emotions too much, and this is the first time he has seen such a gaffe.

"I, I'm fine, I'm fine." Sir Brown took a deep breath, and slowly put the teacup on the table, "Is it an illustration enough to be recorded in art history? It's really enough to praise this detective cat. "

What really made Sir Brown react violently was not possibly the praise of Detective Cat by the most prestigious professor of knife painting in the world.

It's what the other party said - this is not a matter of profit, it is only related to art.

"Everything that happens in this office is related to art."

Sir Brown's ears could not help but echo the sonorous and clear voice of the last time he met Anna in this office before she turned around and left.

Before entering the door, he was proud that he had eradicated all the marks of the Irina family.

In the blink of an eye, reality slapped Jazz in the face.

He can treat Elliott's vulgar illustrations as a means of children's play, and he can't look down on them or take them to heart.

And this light and fluffy sentence almost broke the old Jazz's defense.

The memory of the dead began to assail him—it was almost like some lingering curse, some haunting prophecy.

What a joke!
Even if the illustrations of Detective Cat really have the ability to go down in history.To be his enemy, Sir Browne himself would smear it out with ink.

The chairman's left hand clenched into a fist involuntarily, as if he wanted to crush the fear that shouldn't exist in his heart.

(End of this chapter)