Why Can’t I Play Games

  Chapter 33 Mendeleev’s Initiation (Part 1)

  Mendeleev came from Russia and is one of the most famous contemporary painters.

He has experienced wars, turmoil, and portrayal of small people. In the early years, he had advocated criticism and criticized the fangs of capitalism, exposing the contradiction between the people and the leader, and the sinister and viciousness of the capitalists. Famous paintings include "The Money Lender", "Big Company", etc., all of which are internationally famous paintings.

  As he got older and enjoyed the happiness brought by fame and fortune, Mendeleev became obsessed with free romanticism, full of enthusiasm for life.

  After that, he was stuck in the real world, feeling that he had lost his soul. Then he picked up the pen and wanted to paint, but he couldn't paint the original feeling.

but…

  This does not affect his reputation.

  Someone pays for whatever he draws, and he gets touted whatever he makes...

  Many words of ashamed are all around him.

  I don’t know since when, he once hated the capitalism he hated, and now he gradually feels that it seems... acceptable?

The great success of the exhibitions is that you can draw something with your eyes closed, and it can be a painting with a price of several million, some even tens of millions. Even if it is slightly flawed, it will be interpreted as an alternative and obscure. Leave it blank, and look at it afterwards, it seems that the flaw does have a little truth.

  Art...

   itself is the same as Huaxia’s words, which is the so-called "articles are made by nature, and they can be obtained by wonderful hands"...

  At that moment, he began to feel in a daze that he should have made it, and even felt that he should go to the state of Huaxia’s words "no move, no move".

  In these years, he has held an exhibition every year to show his new paintings.

  Those collections of “paintings” that have been pre-ordered before they even started, and countless admirers looking at him like believers...

  Standing under the camera, under the much-anticipated light.

  He sometimes wondered if he would go down in the annals of history hundreds of years later, whether the word "great" would be his epitaph.

  This time...

  He came to China to hold an exhibition again.

  Bring a few paintings that I just drew, as well as those award-winning paintings...

  Before coming to China!

  The major news blasted the headlines of the art circle. Many artists who came to China after hearing the news broke the threshold of their own agents.

  They carry their daughters and compete desperately, hoping to buy a painting...

today.

  At the painting exhibition.

  People come and go...

  Mendeleev wore a cap as usual, mixed into the crowd and sneaked into the venue.

  He likes this.

  He heard waves of praise and exclamation.

  There are also fans taking pictures with their cameras.

  The agent is surrounded by people far away. Everyone is eager to buy a painting and collect it in the past...

  Just before the painting of "Spring", he heard a loud noise!

   "Flop? What are you talking about?"

   "You said so much just now, I thought you were a bit professional, but unexpectedly, you didn't understand Mendeleev at all..."

"What kind of existence Mendeleev is, don't you know? He is a witness to the changes of the times. Each of his paintings has a different meaning, buddy, you have to study art... "

"My buddy, I ask you, how many techniques Mendeleev used for this painting, do you know? Every technique is a magical brush. Teacher Zhang from our Academy of Fine Arts still talks about it every day and dreams of it. A painting, this has become obsession..."

   "Dude, which school did you graduate from?"

  "Every year there are too many people like you, okay?"

  "..."

  "..."

  "..."

  He saw many people surrounding a young man with a flat head.

  What does the young man with the flat head seem to say about the bad painting?

  He suddenly became interested, and subconsciously leaned over.

  Over the years, he has been touted, he has always been standing high on the altar, and he has never heard anyone criticize him.

  Squeeze the crowd slightly...

  He saw that this straight-headed young man seemed to be under everyone's eyes, but he didn't rush, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of peace.

   "I don't deny that Mr. Mendeleev's technique has reached its peak."

  "I do not deny that this painting is indeed a painting worth collecting in the eyes of ordinary people. Even the content of this painting also shows the meaning you want at the same time..."

"However, starting from this "Spring", "Spring" does have a soul, full of romantic freedom and yearning... But this painting has no "heart" anymore... When you look at the writing here, you obviously feel a little bit A sense of rush..."

"After "Spring", and then to this "Street Lamp", I know what you want to say. "Street Lamp" wants to express the darkness before dawn, but the lines here are obviously similar to "Spring", and I think Not the soul in this painting, as if, beginning to walk around..."

  "..."

  Mendeleev was stunned.

  He can understand Chinese.

  After the war, I lived in Huaxia for a period of time and had contact with many Huaxia people.

  At first, after hearing this guy pointing, he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

  Can you comment on my paintings? Do you understand art?

  But after watching for a long time...

  He stared at the picture of "Street Lamp"!

  His pupils shrank.

  I don't know why, but he felt like waking up from a dream, and he opened his mouth.

  Afterwards, he stared at the painting firmly...

  Not long after...

  This young man was rebutted by various rebuttals, and then was invited out by the "security guard"...

  The security guards are no longer surprised.

  In fact, in this kind of exhibition, there are too many people who make famous and sensational.

But…

  The words "the walking dead" stabbed Mendeleev's heart.

  At this moment, he is like waking up from a dream, he instantly looks back on the days since he became famous to the present...

  He used to live at the bottom, once felt that the world was unfair, and his creative desire was extremely strong, and he drew many classic paintings...

  Later, he became famous!

  He is intoxicated with flattery, he feels he has reached the top!

When    drew "Street Lamp", he did it in ten minutes.

  Never thought about the theme.

  Because someone will give him a theme, the lines are also very rough, this kind of roughness was really unacceptable to him a long, long time ago, but...

  Maybe this is a kind of incomplete beauty?

   Another genre belonging to his Mendeleev!

  In short, there will be art scholars who will help him cover the past, which will not affect his reputation...

But…

at this moment!

  His heart was pinched hard!

  I betrayed my beliefs, I am immersed in the operation of capital to enjoy the fame and fortune brought by him...

  I, like a walking dead without a soul!

"what are you doing?"

  "..."

  Under everyone’s shocked eyes...

  He squeezed the crowd, rushed into the "Street Lamp", and suddenly tore the painting to pieces...

  Just when the security guard was frightened, and when other people rushed over, he threw his hat and ran out of the exhibition like a lunatic...

  ………………

   "Huh!"

Zhang Yang, who was kicked out, didn't feel embarrassed.

  He just tidyed up his clothes, then took another look at the exhibition.

  He really only knows a little about painting, but in the original world, as long as he had money, he would listen to a concert and watch an art exhibition every week.

  Many people say that artistic influence can make a person's temperament more refined.

  Zhang Yang was for this purpose in the beginning, to make himself more refined. The refined temperament can easily make people feel good, especially when discussing big business.

  Coming into this world, this **** **** gave him a **** mode. He has no money to nurture, so he can only think of filling his stomach first...

  Later, "Desert Bike" made money. Zhang Yang pondered his company and needed an elegant painting with a representative work. At the same time, he also needed a professional LOGO.

but…

  The real famous paintings are tens of millions, millions!

  Why is he rich?

  Occasionally, he saw news from Mendeleev...

  A thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

  If Mendeleev can paint a picture for him for free...

  Outside the exhibition...

  People come and go.

  Zhang Yang recalled Mendeleev’s life in his mind, and pondered his personality and psychology, and carefully analyzed the psychological changes from his life to the present.

  He felt that Mendeleev would definitely be mixed in the crowd, and then enjoyed all the flattery given to him by the believers.

  After all, Mendeleev did this for several exhibitions previously found on the Internet!

  But now!

   Zhang Yang was a little at a loss.

  Is it my guess wrong?

  Mendeleev is not in the crowd?

  He doesn’t have that kind of artist psychology?

This…

  It shouldn’t be. From his earlier paintings, Zhang Yang felt that Mendeleev should be a man who pursued the ultimate in art. Later, he was blinded by vanity and capital, and then he thought he was...

  I start from the opposite direction, maybe I can wake him up, and then...

  No problem with my analysis!

  Why didn’t I go as I thought?

  Forget it, go back...

  It is normal if the analysis is wrong.

   Just when Zhang Yang shook his head and was about to leave...

Sudden…

   "Wait! Hello..."

  He suddenly heard a voice behind...

  He was pleasantly surprised and his smile almost overflowed!

  But when I turned my head, the expression was very emotional and desperate, as if it was the end of art, the feeling of loneliness that is not understood by others...

   "What's wrong? You are... Mr. Mendeleev?"

  (End of this chapter)