The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 970 Creating Scandal

Nora Wood stood in the middle of the gallery, looking around and reexamining her work.

So, she made an error in judgement, right?
Except for the opening night of the exhibition, which was packed with guests, the gallery has lost its popularity and is deserted, let alone transactions.

Is this due to poor publicity, wrong positioning, or a lack of appeal in the exhibition itself?
Failure is not scary; what is scary is that you experience failure but still don’t learn the lesson, and then continue to fail when facing the challenge next time.

What's more, it's not a failure yet, as the exhibition will end in a week.

There is still time.

So, Nora came to the gallery today to re-examine her work——

Start with positioning and completely overturn and rethink.

There are many considerations for an art exhibition, including layout, lighting, arrangement, etc. The entire exhibition is an immersive experience, allowing visitors to feel the power of art.

The most typical one is the oval museum in Orangery, Paris. It is a very small museum, and the most famous work in it is Claude Monet's "Water Lilies".

The entire exhibition hall is arc-shaped, and the "Water Lilies" are slowly spread out in the exhibition hall like a scroll, occupying three-quarters of the entire exhibition hall wall space, finally forming an effect of "no matter where you stand, you are surrounded by paintings", "you can appreciate the different styles of paintings by changing angles", and "being in it is like entering the painting", which perfectly displays the charm of this masterpiece and earned this exhibition hall the reputation of "the Sistine Chapel of Impressionist Paintings".

Now, Nora is re-examining the arrangement of her works.

Walking all the way, from outside to inside, Nora was completely in work mode.

Rustling, rustling——

There was a low, trivial sound outside, and Nora frowned slightly; but Nora did not turn around to go out and check. This was one of the costs of choosing the East Village for the exhibition.

There are many young people here, including hip-hop rappers, street graffiti artists, bards and other young artists. They often have a "provocative" attitude, ready to challenge all traditional art.

Being noisy is itself a gesture, challenging traditional art exhibitions in an insubordinate way.

To be precise, this is one of the reasons why Nora chose to hold the exhibition in the East Village. She hopes to spark discussion and allow young artists to bravely express their ideas. The diversity of voices is the weapon to promote art.

So Nora continued her scrutiny.

However, the rustling noises outside became more and more obvious, and it seemed that they could not be suppressed.

Is someone causing trouble?
Nora remained calm and didn't rush out, but the gallery staff was not so calm and ran over in a hurry.

"Nora." He called in a low voice.

Nora looked over.

"You might need to come out and see."

Nora, "What's going on?"

"Anyway, come out and take a look." After saying that, he turned around and ran out without waiting for Nora's response.

Nora stood there, took a deep breath, controlled her emotions, turned around and walked out.

After turning a corner and coming to the front hall from the back hall, Nora saw that figure——

He is tall and thin, slender and upright, wearing a casual outfit of a hoodie and jeans, with a backpack sloppily slung over his left shoulder. He is standing in front of a painting at the entrance, examining it carefully.

There was no special action, just standing there, but it naturally caught people's attention.

There was only one person in the lobby of the gallery. There were no young artists who came to challenge the gallery, no picky hip-hop rappers, just one person.

The three gallery staff members gathered together like groundhogs, huddled together, trying their best to suppress their excitement; the rustling sounds were made by them.

There is also one at the entrance of the gallery.

Outside the transparent glass, you can see two little girls clinging to the glass, motionlessly eavesdropping on what's happening inside the gallery. The expressions on their faces and the excitement in their body language stir up the dull weather outside.

At some point, the sky cleared up a little. A ray of golden sunlight parted the dark clouds and shone through the blockade of high-rise buildings. The world was still gloomy, but that small ray of light seemed particularly bright, instantly brightening the street outside the gallery.

The halo slowly seeps into the gallery.

Quiet yet noisy.

Nora was stunned, caught off guard and not mentally prepared at all, "Anson?"

The man turned around, with the corners of his mouth raised towards the pair of clear eyes, shifting the bustling gaze to the deep eyes. The whole world suddenly became bright, so bright that all the noise was extinguished.

"Hey, Nora dear."

The man opened his arms and gave Nora a warm hug.

heh.

The entire gallery was stunned, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

What did they see? What's going on? What breaking news is this?
Nora didn't have time to pay attention to these glances. She gave Anson a warm hug and said, "When did you come back? Why didn't you just go home?"

Anson chuckled, "I'm home, but I don't have my keys."

Nora was a little slow to remember, "Oh, Judy went to Boston for a week. I completely forgot about it."

Anson spread his hands, "So I was locked out of my house pathetically, and I called Luca, and Luca said you might be here, so I came over and tried my luck."

Noila shook her head gently, with helplessness in her eyes, “You can call me.”

Anson, "That's not fun, it won't be like now, surprise!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands as a gesture of surprise.

Noila looked at her little son with a sunny face, and finally couldn't help it. She pursed her thin lips into a beautiful arc and nodded gently, "Surprise, yes, it is indeed a surprise."

"Ah, let me go, I have the flu, I must not infect you, otherwise it will be troublesome next."

A little late, the joy finally subsided, and Nora quickly covered her mouth and stepped back.

Anson showed some concern, "It's not good to catch a cold in the summer."

Nora waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's just the flu. Several people around me caught a cold. I was still thinking about whether I should get a shot of the vaccine, and then I got it."

After saying just two words, Nora looked at Anson again and took a closer look, "You look thinner."

Anson couldn't believe his ears. He wasn't the one feeling unwell. "You always say the same thing every time we meet. I'm beginning to doubt your eyes. Believe me, you haven't."

Noila shook her head helplessly, “You are the only one who is naughty. What’s wrong with my eyes? My eyes are fine.”

"Don't need reading glasses?"

"Anson!"

Anson closed his mouth and raised his hands in surrender, then turned his head and looked at the painting hanging at the door. "How much is this one?"

Nora knew that Anson was deliberately changing the subject, so she just looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Then Anson said, "I am serious. Don't you see how serious I am? Guest, I am a guest of the gallery now."

puff.

Nora still couldn't help but smile and started joking, "So, dear guest, how can I help you?"

(End of this chapter)