Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 186 184. The man standing in the light!

The weather in winter changes very strangely. Yesterday it was clear and clear, but today it suddenly became cloudy, and it seemed like a blizzard was brewing.

Chen Li'an got up from bed at around six o'clock, looking at the gloomy sky outside, a little worried about today's party.

If it snows, the students and young artists in the courtyard will have to brave the snow to listen.

A modern version of Chen Menlixue?

Thinking of this, Chen Li'an couldn't help but laugh at himself. He was nothing like the Chen family.

Just when Chen Li'an was about to pack his things and go out, the phone suddenly rang. Chen Li'an picked it up and saw that it was Gong Li calling from Singapore. He thought something had happened to her, so he immediately answered the call nervously.

As soon as the call was connected, Gong Li's angry voice came from the phone.

"Chen Li'an, are you desperate for your life?"

Chen Li'an had a dull look on his face. He didn't know why Gong Li was calling him to scold him. He frowned and said softly: "Don't get excited first. If you have anything to do, please tell me slowly."

"Speak slowly? How do you want me to speak slowly?! Do you know what you are doing?" Gong Li was a little angry, but she didn't expect that not even two months after she came to Singapore, Chen Li'an would cause trouble in the capital. Such a big thing.

Chen Li'an is even more depressed now. He has done nothing. He just set up a studio, made an installation art and chatted with the artists.

"Huh?! I'm so stupid!"

Chen Li'an suddenly came to his senses and immediately understood why Gong Li scolded him. He had previously talked with Gong Li about the 1985 trend of thought and the banning of painter villages, and also about the large-scale emigration of artists abroad in the late 1980s.

Why didn't I think of this yesterday? Wasn't I dancing on the edge of danger?

Why didn’t that old guy, Director Yang, know to remind himself what kind of trouble this old man was going to make! Fortunately, Chen Li'an invited him to drink several times.

Gong Li on the other end of the phone heard Chen Li'an's foul language and couldn't help but sneered and said, "Now you know what you have done?"

Chen Li'an sat on the sofa and was silent for a long time before saying to Gong Li: "I know, but it's not to the point you think. We are just talking about art. I will pay attention."

"It's too late! Why don't you have any political consciousness at all!" Gong Li covered her stomach and held back her anger and said: "If it really gets to that point, can you control it? Who are those people who are engaged in art? You know better than me!"

Chen Li'an pursed his lips, thinking of the faces and the topics they talked about yesterday. They were nothing out of the ordinary. They were just discussing the development direction of modern art.

Gong Li was a little too nervous. Chen Li'an thought for a moment and said to Gong Li: "I understand what you said. I will find ways to avoid risks. Things will not develop to the point you think."

At this point, Chen Li'an paused for a moment and said with a self-deprecating smile: "If it really comes to the worst, I will go to Singapore to find you."

"Forget it, I can't talk to you anymore, you can figure it out yourself." Gong Li hung up the phone angrily, caressing her slightly bulging belly, and looked away after a while.

If things really go to the worst, the worst possible scenario is to let Chen Li'an go abroad, just in time to get rid of all those women!

Anyway, Chen Li'an is engaged in art, and the entertainment industry is just for fun, so there is no place where he can engage in art.

Thinking of this, Gong Li suddenly felt much better. She stroked her belly and said to herself: "Your father is really a troublemaker."

Chen Li'an, the troublemaker, sat at home for more than ten minutes. He didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel that there was anything wrong with the topic they discussed.

As long as you don't criticize society and criticize the system, and just talk about art itself, there's nothing wrong with it.

Chen Li'an calmed down and turned around to go out. He was nervous at first because of Gong Li's sensitivity, but now he felt nothing at all.

What is there to be afraid of? Just stick to the 24-character mantra and nothing will happen!

At around seven o'clock, Chen Li'an braved the cold wind and arrived at the door of the studio. To his surprise, there were already many people at the door, including many unfamiliar faces.

They all turned their eyes when they saw Chen Li'an, their eyes seemed to be full of fanaticism and tragedy. Chen Li'an felt a little scared when he saw them. These guys didn't really want to cause trouble, did they?

Damn it, grandma, if you dare to mess around, I'll break each of your legs!

"Everyone is here so early." Chen Li'an said hello with a smile, then took out the key and opened the courtyard door, and said to them: "It's quite cold today. Come in and warm yourself up."

A group of people followed Chen Li'an in. A few people wanted to say something, but they held back seeing that there were not many people there.

Chen Li'an also noticed it, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. These people seemed to really want to cause trouble. Did they all have a good time yesterday? Can't control your brain?

There were very few cups in the studio, and there was no way for everyone to have a cup. Chen Li'an put down the kettle and said, "You guys sit down for a while, and I'll buy some cups."

After saying that, Chen Li'an came out. The first thing he did when he came out was to take out his phone and call Bai Qing.

"Hey, I'll be at the studio soon." Bai Qing picked up the phone on the way, thinking that Chen Li'an was urging him to hurry up.

"You don't need to come. You go find Ji Fa and rest at home for the day." Chen Li'an said quickly, then gave a brief explanation, and finally said seriously: "I feel that something might really happen today, so don't come and join in the fun. If anything happens, you and Ji Fa can still help think of a solution."

When Bo Qing, who was sitting in the taxi, heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "Then what should you do? Just close the studio."

"It's okay. Closing the studio is not a solution. When Lao Yang and the others come over, I will find a solution with them." After Chen Li'an comforted Bai Qing, he said to her: "I will call you if anything happens."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Li'an thought for a moment whether this was an option. If the artist went crazy, he really couldn't control it, so he had to find a way to stop it.

Instead of buying a cup, Chen Li'an called Director Yang and asked what kind of cup he could buy to make those guys thirsty to death! I want to do things all day long, and I look so sober. Isn’t it okay to work hard on art?

They have said that art should not touch politics, so why can’t these people keep pushing against it, while shouting that art is not free?

If you don’t have freedom, then you don’t deserve to be in a situation!

The call to Director Yang was quickly answered, and Chen Li'an directly expressed his worries without any nonsense.

Director Yang on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before saying, "Don't worry, I thought of it yesterday. It won't be the same again."

"Old man Yang, don't lie to me!" Chen Li'an felt that Director Yang was deceiving him and said seriously: "I can't control my thoughts. Is there any way you can make everyone listen to you?"

Curator Yang put it succinctly: “Carrot and stick.”

“What’s the carrot and what’s the stick?”

"The carrot is to give them a space where they can discuss art freely, but the stick...is about to hit you."

"Huh? Hit me? Old man Yang, don't you want to kill the artist Chen Jing?"

"Am I that kind of person? You'll find out later!"

Wait for the ghost, Chen Li'an always felt that Old Man Yang had no good intentions, but the call had been hung up, and Chen Li'an also had a headache.

Now we can only wait for them to come over. Chen Li'an thought for a while outside and suddenly felt that this matter might not be as serious as he thought. The Painter Village had just been banned. Although everyone was holding their breath, they also felt awe in their hearts. , if you were really impulsive, you would have been impulsive when the Old Summer Palace Painters Village was demolished.

What artists want is nothing more than a space where they can discuss freely. In fact, it’s not a big deal. As long as the influence and scope are controlled, the higher authorities won’t care.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and vaguely guessed what Old Man Yang meant when he said the big stick fell on him.

Nowadays, the only thing that gives artists space to discuss freely is their own studio. The ability to gather so many people means that there are many famous artists. If these conditions do not exist and there is still a lot of fuss, just go back to your rental house and paint. Bar!

Chen Li'an, who figured out the key, was no longer nervous. He wandered around the street and bought several boxes of disposable cups before going back.

When Chen Li'an returned to the studio, many people had come, and there was no room left in the room. There were many people in the yard looking at his works.

After Chen Li'an came in, he didn't take the initiative to talk about anything. He just went to boil water and pour a cup of tea for everyone.

There were more and more ideas in his mind, he had different views on this matter, he had a different understanding of art, and he felt an unhappiness.

After waiting for a while, the courtyard was already overcrowded. The people who entered the courtyard for the second time were filled with people. I don’t know how many more people there were than yesterday.

Chen Li'an didn't go into the house anymore. It was too hard to talk in the house, and his voice was hoarse yesterday.

Standing in the yard and looking at so many people, Chen Li'an really felt like he was having an illegal gathering.

Soon old man Yang came over, and with him were several old artists. Many people in the yard were their students. As soon as they came in, everyone ran over to recognize their teacher.

The reporters who came yesterday are also here today, and some people have set up cameras in the yard, just like they did when the Old Summer Palace Painters Village was demolished a few months ago.

The courtyard was noisy for a while before it calmed down. Director Yang took the initiative to speak and said to everyone with a smile: "Most of the people who came today should know me."

"Many of them are my students, and many of them have held exhibitions with me. I also curated the modern art exhibitions in the past few years."

"There was a lot of commotion at the time. In recent years, the art environment in China has improved for the better, but it's not bad either. The East Village was banned and the Old Summer Palace Painters Village disappeared."

Speaking of this, Director Yang paused, glanced around and said, "The fact that so many people are here today shows that everyone wants to have a space where they can discuss freely. Li'an is very good at providing such a space for everyone, but here How long it will last is anyone’s guess.”

Hearing this, Chen Li'an cooperated tacitly with a look of helplessness, and took the initiative to take over the conversation and said: "Art needs space and freedom. I am happy to discuss art with everyone. Artists are also members of society and want to have their own There’s room for a voice, but a lot of times that voice doesn’t make everything beautiful.”

"Art is the pursuit of beauty, not the catharsis of excess self-consciousness. A friend called me early this morning and asked me if I was going to die." Chen Li'an said this and smiled at himself, looking at the pictures in the cold wind. The face said: "Even my friends regard me as a scourge, and it seems that I will do something crazy in the next second."

"Why do artists as a group bring such an impression to the public? I have been thinking about it for a long time and still can't figure it out." Chen Li'an sighed, pointed to the dead tree in the yard and said, "Although I don't understand, I know If we continue here, we will be like that tree, and the public will start to dislike us and think that art is useless."

"Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I will despise the use of that tree, cut down the tower, and throw the installation art out as rubbish. I will turn the yard into what I think I need, plant a grape trellis, and put some Two rocking chairs make your life comfortable.”

Chen Li'an walked to the tree, patted it vigorously, turned around and said to everyone: "In the eyes of many people, there are many problems in this society, just like this tree, but please don't forget that we are in an era of crisis. In the midst of change, pain is unavoidable. If you just blame and criticize blindly, how can you just scold it a few times and it will grow green leaves?"

"I am relatively young, and my perspective on problems may sometimes be immature and naive. Some things do need criticism and vigilance, but it is not just about venting and blaming. Artists also have their own social responsibilities, don't they? If your art If you can't make society a better place, then your shouting is useless and will only make people feel noisy."

After Chen Li'an said so much in one breath, he bowed to everyone in the yard and said: "I won't teach you all what I said today. It's just my own views on art. Art is free, but artists are not. As long as you live in society, you have your own social responsibilities, and every role in society has your own responsibilities."

After making his final speech, Chen Li'an stopped talking. What he said today was contrary to the artistic concepts of most artists in the courtyard.

At least half of the more than 100 people in the courtyard are Popists and Playists, which are in conflict with Chen Li'an's ideas. They like to make fun of the system, politics, and social atmosphere.

I like to show some bad problems, but I don't like to show some good things.

If all artists were like this, then this society would be doomed. When everyone is saying that there is a problem here and there is a problem there, but they don’t tell you where there is no problem, then this society really has a problem.

Those who can do art are smart people. It’s not that smart people can’t do art. Their thoughts and perspectives are very profound. They can naturally understand what Chen Li’an said.

But not everyone agreed. Just when someone wanted to refute, Old Yang stood up again, looked at them and said, "I think what Li'an said is very good. Didn't his works reflect the pain of the times? But he There is not only labor pain in my eyes, but also the beauty that comes after labor pain. Don’t think this is flattering, this is compromise.”

"It's his eyes that can always find beauty, even cruel beauty."

A gust of cold wind blew through the yard, and the sound of the friction between the red silk thread and the steel pipe immediately began, seeming to be in response to the words of Chen Li'an and Director Yang.

Everyone in the yard subconsciously looked at the red wave surrounding them. What they felt at this moment was not the shock brought by the wave, nor the shock of the visual impact of the installation art, but following the words of Chen Li'an and Director Yang, Look at this work again.

The steel and concrete drilled out of the ground, the steel jungle wrapped around the dead trees, and the cement pillars piercing the courtyard walls, all express one thing, the destruction of traditional social structures by the changes in industrialized society, the soil and culture in which we live. Disappearing.

If it were just like this, then this work seems to have no merit, but Chen Li'an added various colors, added waves composed of red silk threads, and added spots of light projected by colorful glass.

The beauty that followed this destruction was also shown at this moment.

I found cruelty, but I also found beauty.

This may be why I was so shocked after seeing this work yesterday.

The courtyard became very silent. Regardless of whether they recognized Chen Li'an's ideas or not, at this moment they all felt the thoughts conveyed by Chen Li'an.

Silence does not mean recognition. Many people in the crowd turned around and left silently at this time, while others raised their feet and then stopped.

Curator Yang walked up to Chen Li'an, looked at this scene and said to him in a low voice: "You can do it, kid. I haven't even taken out my big stick yet, you've got it done."

"It comes from what I feel." When Chen Li'an said these words, he didn't think too much and just said whatever came to his mind.

Curator Yang patted Chen Li'an on the shoulder and said, "You have really grown a lot, and your understanding of art has become more and more unique."

Every artist has his own concept. After this experience, Chen Li'an has a clearer understanding of his own artistic concept and artistic path.

In the corner of the yard, the reporter who set up a camera silently pointed the lens at Chen Li'an. He recognized what Chen Li'an said and felt that Chen Li'an would definitely become a great artist.

Nowadays, there are too many criticisms and too many praises, but they are all independent and contradictory. No one combines the two so well as Chen Li'an.

There will be light in the darkness.

The artists and students from the Academy of Fine Arts who were not leaving the courtyard looked at Chen Li'an differently at this time, with understanding, recognition and different scrutiny in their eyes.

Perhaps he is also looking at an artist who will be remembered by art history with a feeling of witnessing history.

When no one left in the yard, everyone was waiting for Chen Li'an to speak in a tacit understanding, waiting for the day to really begin.

Chen Li'an seemed to sense everyone's thoughts. He walked to the middle of the yard and showed his smile in the ray of sunshine that broke through the dark clouds.

Today is destined to be a memorable day. When the dark clouds in the sky dispersed and the sun shone completely, there was no tense atmosphere in the yard. Everyone was chatting about their love for art with relaxed and free smiles. understanding, and talked about the development direction of domestic modern art.

The morning haze seemed to completely disappear at this moment.

At the door of the studio yard, Bai Qing and Ji Fa had been standing there. They heard everything Chen Li'an said, but they did not go in at this time.

Along with them is Chen Li'an's new assistant, Miss Big Wave.

Ji Fa turned his head and looked at Bo Qing and said, "I'll just say he can solve it. Look at the way he stood in the light just now. Will he become a great artist like Leonardo da Vinci or Picasso who leads art in the future?"

Bai Qing didn't speak, just looked at Chen Li'an's figure in the yard. After a while, he turned to look at Ji Fa and said, "Let's go, now is his moment, and the future may be his era."

The big-wave girl who stood nearby and said nothing wanted to say loudly: "Idols will definitely become great artists!!!"

But she only dared to shout in her heart and did not dare to destroy the sacred atmosphere in the yard.

After leaving the studio, Bai Qing suddenly felt a little tired and couldn't keep up with Chen Li'an. Looking at Ji Fa who was very excited, he said, "I want to live in Paris for a while."

Ji Fa didn't pay attention to what Bo Qing was saying at all. He was still immersed in the fact that Chen Li'an would become a great artist in the future, and his works would become a competition for all art collectors. He would become the most powerful art manager and would bring himself In the midst of dreams of countless commissions and wealth.

At this time, the big wave girl poked Ji Fa and reminded: "Sister Bai Qing is talking to you."

"Ah?" Ji Fa came back to his senses and looked at Bai Qing and asked, "What did you just say?"

Bo Qing opened his mouth and then dismissed the thought. If he went to Paris, there would be no chance to improve his artistic accomplishment with Ji Fa by his side. It would be better if he remained degenerate.

Alas. Bai Qing sighed in his heart.

The big wave girl next to her couldn't help but asked next to Bai Qing: "Why didn't you say it again?"

Bai Qing glanced at her, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's your name?"

"Li Xiaoran." Miss Bo wave replied, and then continued to ask: "Didn't you say you wanted to go to Paris? Why didn't you go?"

"It's nothing, I just don't want to go." Bo Qing glanced at Li Xiaoran and didn't understand why she had a wavy perm, which made her look older.

Li Xiaoran said oh, turned around and glanced at Ji Fa, who was extremely excited, and seemed to understand something.

Ji Fa seems to be a money addict, but he is also very good to his employees. There is nothing wrong with being money obsessed, as long as he pays himself a salary!

Bo Qing's mind was in chaos now. He simply found a topic to stop himself from thinking nonsense. He looked at Li Xiaoran and asked, "What did you do before? Why did you come to be an assistant?"

Li Xiaoran hesitated and said selectively: "I am in a song and dance troupe. There have been a lot of personnel changes in the troupe recently. I feel unsafe, so I want to change jobs."

"Singing and dancing troupe?" Bo Qing frowned when he heard this. This has nothing to do with the assistant, and the span is too big.

Li Xiaoran seemed to notice Bo Qing's confusion and said, "I don't want to dance anymore. It would be good to find a different job."

Hearing Li Xiaoran's words, Bo Qing smiled helplessly. This girl misunderstood what she meant. Who cares about why you want to change careers? She cares about whether you can do a good job as an assistant.

However, Bai Qing thought that Chen Li'an seemed to just want a driver who could drive, so it didn't matter. What's more, Ji Fa had already interviewed him and he didn't bother to care.

Li Xiaoran was relieved when she saw that Bo Qing didn't continue to ask questions. She was still hiding a lot of things. There was indeed a personnel change in the song and dance troupe, but that was not the reason that made her really want to leave.

It was her boyfriend who couldn't get rid of him. He pestered her all day long and occupied her rental house. He also threatened her to go to the song and dance troupe to cause trouble. Otherwise, she would not have escaped.

At first, Li Xiaoran wanted to develop in the entertainment industry. He also participated in a movie this year. Who would have thought that by some strange combination of circumstances, he would become the assistant of a great artist, and he is such a powerful artist.

A few words can make so many artists bow their heads! He's simply not too handsome!

Li Xiaoran unconsciously compared his boyfriend who couldn't get rid of him with Chen Li'an. They were in the sky and on the earth. They were completely incomparable.

However, Li Xiaoran glanced at Bo Qing and then at Ji Fa, and found that both of them were so beautiful and elegant. He probably could only be Chen Li'an's assistant and forget about anything else.

Why can't I meet a good man?

Li Xiaoran showed a jade-like expression of sadness and followed Ji Fa and Bai Qing silently, thinking that she didn't know when she would be able to officially take up her post.

The atmosphere in the studio at this time was even more lively than yesterday, everyone's ideas were closer, and the topics of conversation were more in-depth. Unknowingly, it was just like yesterday, and it didn't stop until the evening.

After two consecutive days of intense discussions, everyone's minds were almost empty. Moreover, the cold wind blew for two days, and the body was a little unable to bear it.

After today's discussion, we all decided to take a few days' break. After we go back, we will sort out our results and communicate together in a few days.

When most of the people had left, Chen Li'an looked at Director Yang who was waiting for him at the end, walked over and said, "Why haven't you left yet? Wait until I buy you a drink."

Curator Yang glanced at Chen Li'an and said, "I want to tell you that you are about to be at the forefront of the limelight. If today's incident spreads and is published in magazines, some people will probably be able to stand up and find fault with you."

"It doesn't matter, just scold me." Chen Li'an cleared his sore throat and said, "What do those academic artists and conceptual artists have to be afraid of? I don't want to be the chairman of the Artists Association and have the ability to expel me."

Director Yang looked at Chen Li'an speechlessly, is this the same thing? Seeing Chen Li'an's nonchalant look, he said, "I'll stigmatize you, and then you'll have a headache."

"Oh, it won't delay my painting anyway, whatever." Chen Li'an still didn't care, reputation was not that important to him, as long as he was not arrested and educated, whatever they said.

Chen Li'an's master, Chen Danqing, was also scolded by those people every day. He was scolded for the bullshit he painted. This did not delay him from becoming a great painter.

Just scold me, and you won’t lose a piece of meat. If you have the ability, you can bully me online!

Oh, I forgot, the Internet hasn’t been set up yet, so there’s no need to be afraid, I love so and so!

(It’s just a random fabrication. Don’t be arrogant. There are some things I don’t dare to write. I struggled for a long time, so I can only write vaguely. Don’t scold me if I write something wrong. Just smile. Just treat the author as uneducated. Have fun with you.)