My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 239 New Colorism

The grand lunch has begun.

The cut fruits are arranged on a plate, such as oranges, apples, and washed grapes and lychees. The dinner is steak. The arrangement inside the steak is not only beautiful, but most of them are edible and taste good.

Mark wanted to develop a relationship with Han Qi and make friends, so of course he had to check more information about Han Qi.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, he was taken aback when he saw countless comments about Han Qi on the Internet.

The singing is good. He saw the video of Han Qi singing on the streets of Norway on Youtube.Then he was an architect, designed a Chinese antique building, and discussed more foreigners than Chinese people.

Painters, of course, were his primary concern.

Han Qi's painting has caused a sensation in Europe, and many bigwigs that Mark knows have participated in the painting exhibition held in London half a month ago, and all of them are full of praise.

He doesn't know much about painting, but he knows that if he has a work by Han Qi, he might be able to integrate into the top business circle in London.Or give it to the royal family, it may not be possible to get a small title.

Anyway, as long as you get to know such a person, there is no harm.

Judy looked at Han Qi, then at Christina who was very satisfied with Han Qi in her eyes, and her aunt raised her glass with a smile:

"Wish you a great summer in St. Ives and welcome..."

When he came to St. Ives, Han Qi's leisurely travel life seemed to be pressed into a fast pace. He went sailing and surfing on the beach, and studied the local ancient buildings in St. Ives with Vicky. He also found a charity supermarket here.

The charity supermarket has everything, such as books, clothes and utensils, and the quality is also very good.

They are all things that need to be moved or donated by caring people, so when the price is re-priced, the price is very, very cheap, maybe as much as 20 yuan for a coat, and all the proceeds will be remitted to the relevant charitable organizations.

Sailing surfing is also very fun, that is, there is a sail on a sailboat on a normal surfboard.

There should be no chance of normal surfing here. The waves are relatively small, mainly due to the location. St. Ives has not had particularly serious wind and wave invasion for thousands of years. Typhoons and tsunamis are rarely seen.

On the fifth day here, Han Qi came to the gallery alone.

He was invited by the owner of the gallery.

The owner of this gallery invited many people over today, including artists and collectors. He knew from Mark that Han Qi was in St. Ives, and he personally invited Han Qi to the hotel where Han Qi was staying to participate in this art exhibition.

Han Qi was also more interested in other painters, so he agreed to participate.

When I came over, I found that Judy was here too.

Han Qi went up to say hello.

But Judy is here, isn't that...

Christina and Wei Qi came from behind Han Qi.

"a surprise."

"..."

Judy likes watching the interaction between Han Qi and Christina very much, and feels that these two people should be very destined.

When you get older and have nothing to do, you like to make marriages for others. This is the same whether you are at home or abroad.

After specific research, it may still be a psychological proposition.

greet each other.

Judy asked Vicky who had just left in a low voice, "Do you like these?"

"Love it, thank you so much for bringing us here."

"We are regular customers of this gallery. Mark once invited this artist to make a series of paintings and hang them on the wall of his office."

Judy introduced the artists here one by one, and suddenly there was someone she didn't know, so she turned to ask Mark.

St. Ives is the jewel in the palm of the map around here, and because of its unique urban atmosphere, it has also attracted countless artists to come here.And no matter what kind of artist they are, they also have to eat, so they must have contact with businessmen like Mark.

Han Qi looked at Christina and Vicky and praised: "You are very beautiful today."

"Thank you."

Today, the two beauties are definitely dressed up to attend. Even the black and straight Vicky has her hair rolled up, and she wears exquisitely shaped earrings around her ears.

The owner of the gallery quickly found Han Qi, who was specially invited by him. Although there is only one work, Han Qi is well-known in the circle of European painters.After all that one and only painting was touring throughout Europe as a major exhibit.

His name is Goncelo, a painter in his thirties and recently divorced.

Just now Han Qi saw a lot of women around him, I'm afraid it's not for this art exhibition to find girls.

"Mr. Han, please allow me to introduce you. This is Antonio. He is also a painter. This is Juan, a photographer. He has photographed many dangerous wild animals. This is Thiago, a dramatist. His repertoire is in There was a sensation in London, it was in the Times..."

"Hello."

Every time Goncelo introduced someone, Han Qi shook hands with them.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Han. We visited Ms. Dale's exhibition in London. Your "Daytime on Karl Johan Street" defines the tone of the new colorism, and it is an object for many of us to learn and imitate."

"New colorism?" Han Qi wondered.

In modern architecture, there is a genre called neo-colourism in the interior design of rooms, but it certainly does not exist in oil paintings.

"It came from the mouths of many painters."

"They think too highly of me, and I don't have many paintings in total."

"Mr. Han is indeed from China, he is too low-key.

Ms. Dale told us that you just destroyed the previous paintings.We really admire you. Even if your works from the formative years are sold now, or stored in museums, they are still a huge amount of treasures. It would be a pity to destroy them. "

"Huh?" Han Qi was even more confused.

I said something like this before, but it was a helpless thing that others asked, and now it seems to be spread everywhere?
Goncelo said: "You guys talk, just come to me if you have any arrangements."

Everyone toasted and drank some champagne.

Han Qi asked: "Have you all been to the art exhibition in London? Dale informed me, but I was busy with other things in China some time ago."

"Well, several of us have been there."

Although London is not the art capital of the UK, it is the capital after all, with a large number of people, and many exhibitions are held in London.Moreover, they didn't live in St. Ives for a long time. They all came here by plane after receiving the invitation from Gonceleau.

Knowing that Han Qi is here today was an unexpected surprise.

New colorism is a popular topic in the painting circle recently, and countless people are discussing how Han Qi's color matching is achieved.In terms of the technique of that painting, it can also be seen that Han Qi's basic skills are very solid. The sudden emergence of such a person is a great shock to modern painters.

Everyone is still fighting with rifles and tanks, and you suddenly detonate a nuclear bomb silently. This phenomenon will become a topic of discussion no matter what circle it is in.

Antonio is a Frenchman about 1.8 meters tall, a few centimeters taller than Han Qi, and he is an artist just by his temperament.

He admired Han Qi's paintings the most.

"Mr. Han, that is to say, you only have one painting on display at present. If you can add a few more paintings, plus a book about your autobiography or your work, it will definitely define a new genre of oil painting. I believe that You can do that."

Han Qi was overwhelmed with praise, and found a place to chat with them for several hours, completely forgetting about the two girls.

Kristina was accosted seven or eight times during this period, and seeing Han Qi was very angry, the old lady hinted so clearly.I didn't make you responsible. As for treating me like this, am I not pretty enough?

She looked at her best friend's face, then at the other women in the gallery.

Confident.

It's no wonder that she was approached by so many people. In order to make Han Qi's eyes shine today, she started to put on makeup three hours in advance. Just picking out the clothes to wear today, she visited all the shopping malls in St. Ives yesterday.

"Miss……"

"roll."

Christina said angrily.

Vicki sits beside her to comfort her. She knows her best friend's character, she is silly and naive, likes romance, and even has a tendency to self-destruct. behind the head.

After the exhibition, Goncelo invited everyone to a reception.

A reception for a group of artists, one can imagine what will happen.

It was already late at night, and the people who actually came to visit the exhibition had already left, and most of the people who stayed here were the owners of the paintings.Or they stayed here specifically for this reception, so the hormones erupting at the scene were very conspicuous.

"I won't go." Han Qi said to a group of painters surrounding him.

"Why? Come together."

"Me? I have a better choice." Han Qi shrugged, then walked towards Christina who was already surrounded by many people.

Vicky was sitting on the side supporting Christina. She didn't like to drink, so she was still sober.But there was nothing she could do about the current situation. A group of men wanted to send them back, which made her panic. Should I let my uncle and the others come over to pick her up?

Han Qi came over.

He walked through the group and said to Vicky, "Let me do it."

Go over and help Christina up.

"Are you still living at your aunt's house?"

"Well, thank you."

Han Qi supported Christina, who was already drunk, and Wei Qi was also helping on the other side.

The group of people didn't say much when they saw that it was Han Qi. These few hours were enough to let all the 'artists' here know about Han Qi. No matter how famous he is, at least he has a work worth 1000 million euros.

If you are not convinced, you must be unconvinced, but you can only hold back.

It is difficult to lift a drunk person up, no matter what method you use to hug her, she will always have a way to go underground, so she can only lift Christina up in the posture of a princess hug.

Walking out of the gallery, with the summer wind blowing, Han Qi instantly sobered up a lot.

"How do we go back?" Vicky was a little worried.

"Drive..."

Han Qi suddenly realized that he drank a lot of alcohol, and although he still felt sober, he couldn't drive.

Christina moved suddenly, with her upper body leaning against Han Qi's chest, her arms around Han Qi's neck, her breath smelled of champagne, wine, and perfume...

Han Qi broke out in a cold sweat and his mouth was dry.

"Just find a hotel here and stay for a day."

Wei Qi looked at Han Qi warily.

"Where do you want to go, we live in our own room."

"Ah, yes, thank you." Vicky said with her head down.

The location of the gallery is in the center of the city, not far from Vicky's favorite Gothic church. She is probably familiar with the terrain here, so she quickly found a hotel.After Han Qi put Christina down, he hurried to his room to take a shower.

Sober must be sober, Han Qi can still control his desires, but how to control the thoughts in his mind?

As long as you close your eyes, you will see which aspect of the picture.

I opened a bottle of juice and drank tons of water. I was so awake now that I didn't feel sleepy at all, so I wanted to go downstairs to eat something.

Sent a message to Vicky.

"I want to go downstairs to eat something. I'll bring it up later if you want anything."

Wei Qi was very satisfied with Han Qi's previous choice, and she trusted him more, so she sent a message saying: "Is there anything else to eat in the gallery besides wine? I can't get enough of fruit, and I'm hungry, let's go together No, Christina, she's asleep."

The two agreed to meet on the first floor of the hotel.

Vicky also took a shower, her hair let down, and it was back to its previous black and long straightness.

Walking through the church again today, Vicky also looked up.

"You're still prettier without makeup."

"Thank you, is that what you think?"

"uh-huh."

Vicky didn't want to talk about this, so she changed the subject and said, "Why do you want to be a painter."

"Become? No, maybe I'm not good at reading?" Han Qi joked, and then said, "When I was young, I wanted to be a writer, but I never thought I would be a painter. Later, I fell in love with painting, and I also wanted to make music. , Anyway, it’s creation, I don’t know.”

Han Qi shook his head deeply, attracting Wei Qi's attention.

"I only know that I have a lot of real emotions, and I want to vent them out, and create my inspirations and ideas in the way I can think of, so I became a painter"

"Kristen has said something like that before," Vickie said.

"Kristina is a very interesting girl, um, how is this restaurant?"

St. Ives also doesn't have any authentic Chinese restaurants, but there are so many French restaurants that you think it's a small town in France rather than England.In fact, St. Ives often gives Han Qi this feeling.

This is a romantic city.

Vicky felt that today's dinner was more relaxed than the previous few days, so she drank a lot of red wine.

"Nordic people, you can't imagine what kind of attitude you have when you strike up a conversation with them..."

the phone is ringing.

Han Qi stopped talking, and it took a long time for Wei Qi to realize that her phone rang.

She flicked her hair.

"hello?"

"Hey, are you sorry to answer the phone, baby."

"No, I'm eating and I'll call you later, okay?"

"OK, I just want to say one thing..."

"Oh, is that right, oh oh, the signal reception is not good, that's it, I can't hear you, I'll call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Vicky breathed a sigh of relief: "What kind of wine is this? It's delicious."

"It's red wine." Han Qi poured some for her, "Is it your fiancé?"

(End of this chapter)