Almighty painter

Chapter 749 Painters and Curators
Anna closed the hotel room door behind her.

The woman didn't turn on the lights. She just sat alone in the wheelchair near the door in the dark, breathing softly.

The inflated "hydrogen balloon" floated silently from the cafe on the ground floor along the silent elevator to the suite on the twelfth floor of the top floor, and the air has not yet been deflated.

It felt like something was blocking her chest, and she couldn't reach the sky or the ground. She hated it so much that she wanted to find a rapier to poke something and explode it, so that she could stay in peace.

There are two possibilities. If it is not the balloon in the chest, then it is the big dog head of the man downstairs.

"I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'm going back to my hotel room. Please help me deal with the matters at the dinner party."

The woman sent a message to her secretary in the dark.

Anna had never been so angry about anyone.

When they parted, she used a wonderful sarcasm and hit the guy on the head!
If you want to pretend to be Van Gogh, you'd better do it to the end, little painter!
"Oh! Barre! Hit and score."

(Note: The terminology of international fencing competitions generally comes from French, and "Barre!" is the habitual colloquial cry of most athletes after hitting a point.)
This is a typical Anna-style sharp comment.

"It's best to pretend to the end" - a double entendre.

Especially the last word "little painter" with a cold and indifferent rolled tongue sound, which perfectly expressed her mixed emotions of dissatisfaction, contempt, anger, grievance, etc.

Miss Elena gave herself 100 points for her on-the-spot reaction.

In order to achieve the best emotional communication effect.

After handing the banknote to the waiter, the woman deliberately didn't even look at Gu Weijing and left coldly without looking back, so that she couldn't appreciate the expression on the man's face when she stabbed him.

This flaw made Anna a little disappointed.

"Little painter, little painter, little painter!" She uttered several venomous words in a huff.

The words that came out of her mouth were indeed a classic venomous counterattack in Anna's style, but Miss Anna herself, who was so angry, did not notice that she actually looked very un-Anna-like.

She was just too emotional.

In the workplace, Anna is a swordsman with a rapier, a hunter with a musket, or even a tyrant with a scepter.

However, even if he is a tyrant.

Miss Elena is also a cold tyrant.

She said that she would drag anyone out and chop off their head with a guillotine, and she would chop off their head without even giving them a second look.

Cool guys never look back at explosions.

The tyrant never lowered his head to look at the big dog head rolling on the ground with its tongue lolling out.

She stabbed Van Dorn in the throat with a sword. After that, no matter how Van Dorn covered his throat and rolled around, Anna never looked at him again.

The attitude between her and Lord Brown was also very "professional".

Sir Browne kicked her out of the board of directors, and she slapped Sir Browne in the face at the European Art Annual Conference. Then Sir Browne invited her to be the program manager, and she accepted it without any emotion and attended the other party's banquet.

Business is business.

She knows when to make the most rational judgment without any personal grudges.

But if someone pretends to be cold and indifferent while walking away, and then turns around and keeps speaking venomously, this is certainly not true indifference.

While giving himself full marks for his clever counterattack, he leaned against the door of the hotel suite, recalling the conversation just now in an annoyed manner, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

It is obvious that he is not really satisfied with his own response.

Anger, remorse, frustration, unhappiness, regret, confusion...

At this moment, even Anna herself might not know what her true emotions were, but one thing was as obvious as ink on white paper, and that was definitely not indifference.

To put it bluntly, even the death threat letter sent to Elena's manor that made the butler nervous had never made Anna so worried.

"Wang!"

When Anna was stabbing a "big dog head" with the tip of the sword in her heart, a real big dog head came over with its nose pouting, raised its legs, and threw itself into the arms of the hostess.

"August, you're here to keep me company. You also think that guy is really annoying, right? He should go to hell... I've never heard anything more outrageous in my life. He's like a psychopath."

in the dark.

Anna asked softly, scratching the springer spaniel's ears and staring at the big dog's pupils that glowed in the dark.

"Wang Wang."

August called out twice perfunctorily, and rubbed his pink nose against the woman's body.

"Sorry. I may not be able to play with you tonight. Mr. Adrar told me that the security team has been arranged. I was planning to go on a rest day during the exhibition, but now..."

Anna paused.

She patted the back of the springer spaniel's black and white spotted neck and whispered, "I'm going to schedule a flight tomorrow. So, after today's rehabilitation training, I hope to rest early."

Done.

Miss Elena turned on the light in the room and stood up by holding the wall.

The suite was connected to Elliot's room by an inner door. She took off her coat, hung it on a hanger on the side, and changed into pajamas.

Her life is strictly scheduled.

Anna can't take a bath yet.

She came to Singapore on a short business trip, and her convalescent team and personal maid did not come with her.

She could take a bath by herself, but in order to prevent accidental falls in the bathroom, the housekeeper required that she must wait until Elliot returned to the room and sent a message to confirm before doing such things.

Anna stood against the wall with her back against the wall, then tried to stand on tiptoes and do stretching exercises.

From small to large.

day to day.

Even if there are no conditions for professional training, women will make sure to do basic body training for 40 minutes every day.

"August? What's wrong with you?"

Just after standing on tiptoe, Miss Elena was attracted by her pet.

The dog was behaving strangely.

It neither lay down to sleep nor pestered its hostess to play with it.

It just circled suspiciously around the brown sandalwood carved clothes hanger at the entrance of the suite, and from time to time it stood up, pawed at the sleeve of Anna's just-changed coat with its front paws, and then poked it with its nose.

Sniffing here and there.

In the olfactory world of a scorpion dog, the entire world is made up of hundreds of different gas molecules.

Wherever there is contact, material exchange will be left behind.

Wherever there is material exchange, traces will be left behind.

August once again successfully transformed into the Sherlock Holmes of dogs, rubbing his nose earnestly -

There's a lacquered leather here that has that aged wood feel.

There are notes of lemon, orange blossom and bergamot, which are the top notes of the classic Chanel No. 5 that Anna is wearing today.

It smells like fermented grapes, the smell of champagne that was picked up at the banquet.

There was a strong bitterness, the smell of paper towels wiping the spilled coffee on the table.

……

Social drinking parties are not very friendly places for dogs.

There were too many people there and the smells were too mixed. August's nose was itching as he tried to distinguish them all.

Generally, a stupid cat that has no other function except to act cute would give up when faced with such a situation, and an ordinary stupid dog would not be able to complete such a difficult task either.

But that wasn't August.

The Skull Spitz is the world's best drug detection, bomb disposal and tracking dog breed. They can smell a drop of blood mixed in a swimming pool, and they can also track their owners through the jungle for more than ten kilometers by sniffing the scent of a fox.

As the most ferocious carnivore in the tens of thousands of acres of land surrounding Elena Manor, August has the dignity of a king in his heart.

As the only real big licker among the countless lickers surrounding Miss Elena who can please the young lady, August also has a sense of crisis as a licker.

It sniffed hard.

correct!
Wang.

correct!
Wang.

The feeling it had at first was not an illusion, even though the smell was so faint that it almost blended into the background concentration, and even though the smell was almost covered up by countless smells that were more obvious than it.

August still captured it accurately——

Some smells are so memorable that you can never forget them once you smell them.

Its nose found the scent of the hair that fell from the delivery box, and it smelled exactly the same as the scent of the work that had once made the hostess happy from the bottom of her heart...

The smell of that stupid cat!!!
The cat smell is mixed with canned baked fresh meat cat food, canned cheese beef cat food, canned deep sea cod cat food, canned trout formula cat food, freeze-dried chicken cat strips... Once it smells it, it will never forget it, and it will not smell it wrong. Well, if you smell it carefully, there are some other smells this time.

Did it change the recipe?
If August had seen enough, he would understand that what he smelled should be the scent of Chinese mitten crab, Dungeness fish and Hainanese chicken rice.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

August licked his tongue, shook his protruding ears unhappily, and bared his teeth at his master's sleeve.

Level 1 alert!
Level 1 alert!
Level 1 alert!
A cat that seduces its mistress is approaching! A cat that seduces its mistress is approaching!
They just came into contact!

The springer spaniel crouched low, making a gurgling sound in his throat.

Its "slutty bitch" search and identification radar -

Instant boot! ——
Gu Weijing returned to the bright hall where the artists' dinner was held.

He and Anna had not been away for too long. Counting the time they had been away, the dinner was not even halfway through. It was the time when everyone at the banquet was drinking and the atmosphere was at its most lively.

If Miss Elena feels unhappy, she can leave whenever she wants.

Gu Weijing is not good enough.

At least, he had to say hello to Old Yang who brought him here. This was the most basic courtesy. When the young man walked back to the banquet hall, he saw Old Yang passing through the crowd of people at the banquet as if spinning, drinking the champagne in his hand heroically, saying something loudly, and then the people around him clapped and laughed together. He was like a fish in water, majestic and domineering.

Gu Weijing also smiled.

Before he left, he felt that he did not fit in with the atmosphere here. At this moment, he had even less interest in going over and socializing.

Gu Weijing did not disturb Lao Yang. He called a waiter who was holding a plate in the banquet hall.

"Sir, how can I help you?" The waiter stopped beside him.

"Please do me a favor and give this to the guy over there. He's the guy in the crowd wearing the pink Hello Kitty bra. He's easy to spot."

Gu Weijing took out the gold Rolex from his pocket and placed it on the metal tray in the waiter's hand.

The waiter hesitated.

This request was very strange, and he wondered if there would be any risk in helping to deliver such a valuable item.

"Thank you. It's okay, he knows what this means." Gu Weijing said.

"Okay, please wait here."

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The waiter nodded, and in front of Gu Weijing, he walked straight towards the crowd, came to Yang Dekang, whose face was flushed, whispered something to him, then turned his hand, pointed his palm at Gu Weijing who was standing at the door, and handed over the gold watch on the plate.

"I've finished talking to Miss Elena!"

Yang Dekang had drunk a little too much and had a little tongue. He grabbed the gold watch on the tray and put it on his wrist. Then he stretched his neck to look over and gave Gu Weijing a thumbs up.

"You've learned it! Your brother Yang's big gold watch is just awesome." He muttered vaguely.

Gu Weijing also gave Lao Yang a thumbs up from a distance in response, and then the thumbs up turned into a wave.

Old Yang nodded, turned around and rushed back to the social scene.

Gu Weijing wasn't sure whether Lao Yang understood what he meant, so he took out his cell phone and re-edited a text message.

"Thank you, Brother Yang. I feel a little dizzy. I'll go back to the hotel first. Please focus on your business and ignore me."

He put the phone back in his pocket.

Gu Weijing turned his head and glanced at the high-class banquet behind him. The world remained motionless, but the moving people and light at the party made him, a young man who came here from a remote and poor corner of the world, feel really dizzy.

People who are born to adapt to such scenes, when they come to such a place, it is like a fish swimming into water.

People who are not naturally adapted to such scenes will be like fish out of water when they come to such a place.

It seems.

He is not the type of person who can thrive here.

Gu Weijing laughed again.

He walked towards the door of the banquet hall.

"Mr. Gu?"

Someone called him from behind.

"I heard that you wanted to see me. I've been looking for you just now."
-
International curator Mika Tonks' eyes had been lingering on the young man at the door for a long time.

Since graduating from university in the UK and officially entering the curatorial industry, he has met all kinds of people, men, women, old people, children, top artists and top art dealers who took private jets to Venice to attend art exhibitions, and gang painters who wandered around the outskirts of Broadway and warmed themselves around gasoline barrels at night.

A curator is such a person, whose job is to deal with all kinds of men and women.

An exhibition is a very complex and sophisticated interpersonal engineering system that involves all aspects of the industry, including museums, art galleries, commercial galleries, and independent art spaces. Different venues have different curatorial methods.

Different curators have their own curatorial methods.

The ultimate secret to an art exhibition is to “let the magic happen.”

Different curators, different painters, have different spells.

Some people rely on the power of connections to make magic happen.

Some people rely on the power of money to make magic happen.

The most slick and accidental curators and painters will have everything in the exhibition filled with all kinds of personal connections and exchanges of interests.

The greatest painters and the greatest curators can make magic happen through the power of art itself.

But whatever it is, what matters is that it happens.

No matter how great the idea is, if it cannot "happen" it is nothing but empty imagination. Only the right person waving the magic wand correctly and chanting the right spell can make his artistic dream fly like a feather.

And if he recited an inappropriate spell in an inappropriate situation, when he opened his eyes again, he might find himself lying on the floor with a bison that appeared from nowhere standing on his chest.

Tonks felt that she was not really the kind of curator who treated art exhibitions as a pure money business.

I do nothing every day and just use a small notebook to calculate how much money I have earned.

He still has artistic ideals.

He had given unknown painters the opportunity to participate in his exhibitions, and he had also been sincerely moved by some of the works. For a moment, he forgot all his calculations, silently stopped, paused, and then took a deep breath.

That was even the work of a French painter.

ho.

The British have been upset for years about the French dominating them in the field of art. He asked for directions near the Louvre and a place to have afternoon tea in English, but the local French uncles and aunts ignored him.

Cheapskate!
on the other hand.

He is not one of those truly great curators who can make art permeate everything in his career.

The word "greatness" carries too much weight, and only very, very, very few people can bear it.

Even art should be noble, pure, and elegant without any impurities.

But those who can truly overcome all their inner emotional prejudices in the face of art are very, very great people.

For example, at the cocktail party, he had some conflicts with the French national treasure-level master who was favored by the Singaporean side. When they laughed, they secretly rolled their eyes at each other.

ho.

What are you so proud of!

We are the people of England's blue flag, and we are also the winners of the Golden Lion Award!

That is to say, Miss Anna is not French. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Irena family is, if he really gets angry and licks hard, the smile showing 32 teeth will turn into a smile showing 24 teeth when he licks.

For example, Tonks doesn't have a notebook in his drawer to record how much money an exhibition can make. He always has a notebook in his mind, and while drinking black tea, he records how much money he spends every day, so that an exhibition can be successfully held. Record which sponsors and investors have expressed interest in him, which great painters seem to be interested in participating in his next art exhibition, and even record whether he has the opportunity to become a curator of the Venice Biennale.

If he does well, he might be able to come back and visit Buckingham Palace and become a lord, or have the title of "Sir" before his fame.

At least according to convention, you can't escape the award of an Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE).

Another example is the treatment of Gu Weijing.

Tonks really didn't make things difficult for Gu Weijing, he just didn't help Gu Weijing.

Originally, he liked Gu Weijing's works very much, so he was happy to do the favor and happily gave Gu Weijing a very nice exhibition booth.

Even if there is no relationship with Kazunari Sakai, it can be regarded as his angel investment.

If this kid really makes a name for himself in the future, with this support, it would be convenient to invite him to your own art exhibition, right?
The years of friendship between painters and curators are basically accumulated in this way.

According to the rules in the industry, Tonks' behavior can be considered as a half-talent to the other party.

Beautiful art speaks for itself.

Your work is outstanding enough, and without any other external interference, Tonks is happy to give Gu Weijing some convenience and also happy to build some connections for herself.

Regrettably.

Soon things changed.

Just before the opening of the "Human Noise" Biennale, Tonks heard a lot of strange rumors. Someone had informed him in advance about the symposium, and Kazunari Sakai had also changed his mind.

Then he would naturally follow the wind direction and move in a coquettish manner.

It's not easy to be a curator. Between offending Gu Weijing and offending those people, if he has to choose to offend one, then... he will only be sorry for Gu Weijing.

Who made him cheat on his paper?

Tonks didn't overdo it.

Organizing an exhibition is a lot like making a movie. Some movies are director-centered, some are producer-centered, and a few are made with big-name actors.

When it comes to art exhibitions, some are curator-centered, some are investor-centered, and a few are big-name artist-centered.

For the Lion City Biennale, except for a few aspects, the organizers will not interfere too much with the curator's artistic design.

Tonks is not a very strong curator who can directly influence the results of the award selection.

His power over the exhibition arrangement itself remains enormous.

When the curator doesn't want to follow the rules, everything can be negotiated, and the beauty of art can be more important than all the red tape.

When he wants to follow the rules.

Sorry, but rules are rules.

The rule is that as a curator, he can move Gu Weijing's works wherever he wants, and can not give you a booth if he doesn't want to.

Tonks sensed that the water here was a little deep.

and so.

He had never contacted Gu Weijing directly, and had no intention of having any communication with Gu Weijing beyond that between an official curator and an official painter.

Gu Weijing's idea of ​​submitting another work for the exhibition was directly rejected at the stage of curatorial assistant.

It never got to the point where Tonks was.

Tonks' original idea was to pretend that she had never known about this matter, and just do her job quietly and wait for the exhibition to end.

Several things happened in succession today.

But it made him hesitate again.

(End of this chapter)