Soul Painter

L'OfficielArt reporter Emma looked at the castle in front of her.

In the Paris area, there are countless castles. Since the thirteenth century, the kings of France have been keen to build various castles for themselves. Since the 20th century, some of these castles have become tourist attractions, and more because of repair costs. It was abandoned and even sold for 1 franc.

The castle in front of us is called the 'Castle of Racine'. It was built by Louis XIV for a dancing girl lover. However, because the lover was abandoned by Louis XIV in the end, the last glass of poisonous wine sent him back to Huangquan. Before dying, he was so desperate to curse all those who occupied this castle that he would die from rotten stomachs, so this castle became an unknown building that no buyers could appreciate.

Emma didn't know why the painter bought the castle to live in.

Probably because artists always have quirks.

She rang the doorbell.

The harsh electric bell echoed in the castle. .

Emma imagined that the bell penetrated the various 14th-century Gothic window lattices and stones in the castle, and finally spread to a studio full of summer sunshine, who was using a brush to draw lines on the drawing board...

Squeak.

The heavy wooden door inlaid with iron was pushed open in front of him.

An old man with gray hair appeared in front of Emma.

The old man looked to be in his 80s or 90s. He stooped slightly, looked at Emma with cloudy eyes, and asked her, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

If Emma hadn't understood Chinese, the task of interviewing the founder of the demon faction would not have fallen to her, and she immediately replied: "Hello, this is Emma Sophie, a reporter from L'OfficielArt magazine. Special, I made an appointment to interview Mr. Gaofan."

"You are here to interview the teacher, come with me." The old man smiled kindly.

After stepping into the 'Castle of Racine', Emma found that it was just as she had imagined. There were blue marbles everywhere, windows separated by stained glass, and the spires that could be seen from the inner courtyard before. The building, the castle is obviously restored, and Emma also wants to buy an old castle, but she can't afford the expensive repairs.

The French government stipulates that if you own a castle, you must demobilize the castle according to the style of the era where it is located. Stone, wood, glass, furniture and even carpets have strict requirements, which makes owning a castle an ordinary person. A luxury you can imagine.

Of course, this painter has such financial resources. The last time his works were circulated on the market, they sold for a single price of more than 1 billion US dollars. Never in the history of art has a living or deceased painter reached such a price. No, and probably never will.

"Did you call Mr. Gaofan 'teacher' just now?" Emma asked the old man who was walking in front of her curiously.

"Yes, Mr. Gaofan is my teacher." The old man said.

"But you are much older than Mr. Gaofan, aren't you? Is it the 'artist' that the Chinese people often say?" Emma asked curiously.

"Miss Emma's Chinese is very good." The old man avoided answering the question.

"I studied in Huaxia." Emma said proudly.

At this time, the two walked through an atrium. There was a puppet in the atrium. The puppet was chosen very oriental, and the details of the characters were vivid. What impressed Emma the most was the fear on its face. In the back, the two eyes are facing the center, and on its forehead, an arrow is inserted.

No, the arrow didn't stick in its forehead.

It just hangs in the air.

Huh?

Emma noticed that the arrow seemed to be a little distance away from the puppet. According to the shape, it should be suspended in the air, because there were no supporting points around it.

What kind of installation art is this?

How?

Emma stopped for this and tried to carefully identify the connotation of this 'installation art'. However, when she approached the puppet placed on a round platform, she found that the puppet's eyes seemed to turn towards her. one time…

Ah? !

Emma was surprised.

At this time, the puppet seemed to really see Emma, ​​its eyes really turned around, and its right-angled mouth was slowly opening.

This scene made Emma's fear flood like a sea wave, and a thought surged in her, this puppet, is it alive? Or, people were made into puppets, and the latter thought made the hairs on her body stand up when she was used to thinking about her.

She subconsciously backed away.

But she immediately bumped into someone.

Turning back in astonishment, Emma saw that the white-haired old man was looking at her seriously. In the shadows, this face even looked a little terrifying, so with the cooperation of the previous thoughts, this expression made Emma even more terrified, and she almost cried out coming.

"It's just an installation art." The old man saw the panic in her expression, his expression softened, and smiled to reassure her, "The theme is 'war criminals punished for eternity'."

"Really, really installation art? Why is it called this name?" Emma felt that this explanation was acceptable.

"Because this is the truth," said the old man, "it used to be an outrageous **** who sold his own countrymen to the devil. Countless people died because of him. He should suffer endless torture here, so it was made by Mr. Gaofan himself. And put it here to warn the world."

The old man kept walking.

Emma followed.

She was very interested in the puppet: "Now that the Siamese-Russian Federation is invading Europe, is Mr. Gaofan expressing his accusation of the war by making such installation art? Will Mr. Gaofan have a new work coming out? Is he in the Creating themes related to anti-war, by the way, is the "Buddha" he just sold the key to this world war?"

"Miss Emma can ask the teacher in person."

At this time, the two had arrived, and the old man pushed open the door in front of him.

He pressed a button, and the wooden door silently slid open to the left, revealing the interior view.

Unlike the sunny studio Emma envisioned.

It's very dark here.

A few dim lights hung down.

There are various test tubes on the table.

There was also boiling green bubbles in a wide-necked flask.

An unpleasant smell filled the room.

And the one in the white coat, leaning over to check the bottle.

Completely different from the artist Emma imagined wearing a black dress and painting. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

He's more of a mad scientist.

click.

In such a somewhat paradoxical scene.

A slight crashing sound startled Emma.

She turned around in surprise and found that the door had been silently closed.

Then, the painter in the white coat looked up at her.

Hee~ The artist smiled.

That smile was so...crazy!

Emma subconsciously clenched the phone in her bag.

She kind of wanted to call the police.

Because the scene in front of her was completely different from what she expected.

But...the portrait of the artist is exactly the same as in the photo.