Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 97 95. Art is not pure

There are no extra decorations in the empty exhibition hall, only spotlights and paintings on the white walls.

Such a simple space has the power to calm people down.

The art exhibition was very lively and there were many people watching the paintings. Most of them kept silent. They would only chat with their companions when they saw the paintings they liked.

It seems that making loud noises is a blasphemy against art. An exhibition like the National Art Exhibition is inherently serious, which is naturally different from the restlessness of modern art exhibitions in previous years.

A few years ago, some people even fired shots at modern art exhibitions in public as a performance art.

The artist's enthusiasm almost pushed that exhibition to the pinnacle of Chinese art history.

However, the damage caused by fanaticism was also particularly profound. After that, performance art completely became underground art.

The East Village, where performance artists gathered, was also affected by the remaining waves and was completely banned last year.

Modern art has never been personal art. Enthusiasm and wantonness can easily be labeled as deviant.

Chen Li'an has been suppressing the restlessness in his heart, telling himself that art is not crazy.

A real artist is never really a madman. He may look like a psychopath, but he always remains calm and rational in his heart.

Turning yourself into a rabid lunatic for the sake of art is something only a true lunatic would do.

Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong who were wandering around the art exhibition were a little bored, especially Zhang Guorong. He just wanted to play a few rounds of mahjong in a vulgar way. He didn't like the works in the art exhibition very much.

Although Wang Zuxian felt bored, she still "appreciated" these poorly understood paintings very seriously.

Just like her brother said to her, only by improving her artistic accomplishment can she truly capture Chen Li'an's heart!

Wang Zuxian felt a little frustrated. In the past, she could capture the hearts of countless men just through her beauty, but now she has to look at oil paintings pitifully for one man.

If the world is not worthy, it is better to become a monk.

On the other side, Chen Li'an, who listened to the organizer's judges chatting for a long time, found Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong who were admiring the oil paintings with a headache.

Seeing Wang Zuxian admiring an oil painting of a bumper harvest, Chen Li'an walked over and asked, "Have you never seen such a pastoral harvest?"

Wang Zuxian, who had just wanted to become a monk, heard Chen Li'an's voice and immediately jumped for joy, turned to look at him and asked, "Are you done?"

"Well, there's nothing going on later." Chen Li'an glanced at Zhang Guorong, who was a little bored, took out his phone and looked at the time and said with a smile: "It's getting late, let's go eat."

"Okay!" Zhang Guorong responded immediately, more actively than playing mahjong.

Wang Zuxian also nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll treat you to a treat to celebrate your win."

"It's just a small award, no need to celebrate." Chen Li'an didn't think this was worth celebrating. There were so many excellence awards this time and they were far less valuable than the gold award.

"Don't worry about those little things, go eat first!" Leslie Cheung pulled Wang Zuxian and Chen Li'an away, hurriedly trying to escape from here as soon as possible.

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong in confusion and asked, "I remember that you like collecting oil paintings? Why are you so impatient?"

"I just don't like the style of oil painting here." Zhang Guorong explained again: "And today I want to play a few rounds of mahjong."

Chen Li'an was helpless, suspecting that he was still upset that the Thirteenth Unit was not completed that day.

"Do you have anything to do this afternoon? Let's go play mahjong." Zhang Guorong asked.

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "I don't have time in the afternoon. I have to go see my art manager."

"What happened?" Wang Zuxian asked curiously from the side.

Chen Li'an explained with a smile: "The jury just told me that they will select a few outstanding works to represent the country in next year's Venice Biennale."

Chen Li'an never expected that he would have the opportunity to represent domestic artworks at the Venice Biennale by participating in the National Art Exhibition.

The Venice Biennale has separate national pavilions, and participating countries can display some of their domestic artworks.

When China first participated, it only sent a few pieces of porcelain to participate. Later, it slowly added many contemporary works of art.

Originally, Chen Li'an and Ji Fa discussed holding two art exhibitions in Europe before the Venice Biennale. After gaining some fame in the international art world, they would then participate in exhibitions in exhibition halls other than the national pavilion.

I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to directly participate on behalf of the country, but this opportunity is not so easy to obtain.

The judges were still debating which work to choose, and they were just announcing the winners of the art exhibition in advance. However, Chen Li'an saw something different from this move.

As we all know, modern artworks need to be packaged and marketed, and there are many sayings and routines involved, which may even involve some abnormal transactions.

This time the jury released the news in advance, which is very intriguing. Why not just select them and then notify them later?

Chen Li'an couldn't help but shook his head, and then stopped thinking about the problem. When he saw Ji Fa in the afternoon, he would ask her for advice from a professional.

After having lunch with Leslie Cheung and Wang Zuxian, Chen Li'an ran away decisively. Both of them wanted to drag him to stay. One wanted Chen Li'an to play mahjong with her, and the other wanted Chen Li'an to take her shopping.

How can a man lose his mind by playing with things and indulge in female sex!

Chen Li'an took a taxi to the Old Summer Palace Painters Village, where hundreds of artists and rock players gathered. The overall atmosphere was so good that it was disbanded next year.

The reason for disbandment is similar to that of East Village. When a group of artists come together, the impact is huge and uncontrollable.

Of course, the main reason is that the times are progressing and urbanization has reached this point. Old and dilapidated buildings will naturally be submerged by the tide of the times.

Painter Village is much more lively than Songzhuang, but the environment is similar to Songzhuang, the same old and rundown.

Chen Li'an was walking on the street and saw painters standing in the snow in groups of twos and threes, smoking and chatting together. It felt very comfortable and relaxing. The only thing that made him feel noisy was the heartbreaking roars and roars coming from several yards. Restless music.

I don’t know which band is going crazy. The songs they sing are noisy and have nothing to appreciate.

At this time, there were many people playing rock music, but few were famous for it. Most people just liked it but didn't have much talent.

Many people even just do it to show off and smell honey.

Chen Li'an walked around the village and soon found Ji Fa in a courtyard. Her blond hair was very eye-catching in the sun.

Bai Qing stood beside her, looking a little bored in a hat and scarf.

Chen Li'an walked over and saw Ji Fa chatting with a thin painter with long hair. There was a Pop-style oil painting in front of them. On the canvas was an exaggerated image of a man with an open mouth and a big smile.

Bai Qing noticed Chen Li'an first, ran over immediately, held up his hat and asked, "Coming here so soon?"

"Well, have you found a suitable painter?" Chen Li'an raised his hand and straightened Bai Qing's hat and asked.

Bo Qing looked back at Ji Fa and the painter and said with some disappointment: "No, most of the paintings here are not good enough."

"You don't like it? Or Ji Fa doesn't like it?" Chen Li'an pulled his scarf and asked.

"I don't like them all." Bo Qing frowned and said, "These people have become impetuous when they get together, and the things they draw have a cynical flavor, which I don't like very much."

Chen Li'an looked at the pop-style oil paintings with exaggerated colors and felt that Bo Qing was right. These paintings were indeed a bit excessive.

"I have always felt that Popism is not suitable for Chinese painters." Bo Qing and Chen Li'an stood side by side and looked at the painter chatting with Ji Fa. "I have been too severely impacted by Westernism. I have lost my correct understanding and blindly The chase will only go further and further.”

"A tree without roots." Chen Li'an continued: "The current social atmosphere is the same. Free and unrestrained, all the traditional concepts are thrown away at once, and they have a negative attitude towards themselves and society. , it will only become completely different in the end.”

"I feel like this place will be like the East Village." Bai Qing said with a sigh.

Chen Li'an turned his head and looked at Bo Qing in surprise, not expecting that she also had a keen sense of politics.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an's surprised expression and asked, "You don't believe it?"

"No, I'm pretty sure, but compared to the East Village, it's still a little better here. At least there aren't that many performance artists." Chen Li'an shook his head and explained.

Bai Qing nodded. In terms of artistic enthusiasm, this place was indeed a little different from the East Village. It was more like a group of people gathering here to keep warm, like a gypsy camp.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Fa finished chatting with the painter. He came over and looked at Chen Li'an, whom he hadn't seen for several days, and asked, "How does it feel to go to Xiangjiang?"

"Not bad, I made a few friends." Chen Li'an replied lightly, feeling that something was wrong with the way Ji Fa looked at him.

Ji Fa's blue eyes were very beautiful, staring at Chen Li'an's beautiful face, and said with some disappointment: "I've been in a terrible state these days, why are there only one Bai Qing and one Chen Li'an? The painters here are too immature. "

"Perhaps you should go to the art exhibition to see some very good works." Chen Li'an suggested.

"I will go." Ji Fa sighed and said: "I always feel that art around the world is withering, and there are fewer and fewer artists with potential."

Chen Li'an said unequivocally: "Maybe it's because living standards have improved."

"That's right." Ji Fa nodded in agreement: "Most excellent works are created in a difficult environment. An environment that is too generous will only corrode the artist's soul."

Chen Li'an smiled and said to Ji Fa: "Cherish the present, art will become cheaper and cheaper in the future."

It’s so cheap that you can call yourself an artist just by taking a few incomprehensible videos.

The cost of artistic creation has changed from consuming the artist’s inspiration and passion to consuming several bars of phone battery.

Ji Fa, who found nothing in Yuanmingyuan Village, could only leave with disappointment.

In a cafe in Xinjiekou, after Ji Fa heard Chen Li'an talk about the art exhibition, he thought for a while and said: "This is indeed a good opportunity, but it may not be that simple."

"I know, that's why I asked for your opinion." Chen Li'an took a sip of coffee and said, "It might be troublesome to fight for it. My personal opinion is to let it happen."

If Ji Fa were a Chinese from 20 years later, he would definitely smile and ask how much it would take to win that spot.

Ji Fa thought for a while and said: "I think you should fight for it. After all, it is a good opportunity. The Venice Biennale is very valuable. If you win the award, the value of all your works will increase."

"The most important thing is that you have so few works now that I can't even curate an exhibition for you." Ji Fa sighed with some disappointment before saying, "I originally wanted to find a few more works like yours." We wanted to organize a young painter exhibition with equally talented painters, but unfortunately we couldn’t find them.”

"Can't the film festival be allowed?" Chen Li'an asked with a frown.

Ji Fa stirred the coffee and said, "Of course you can, but they won't understand your previous film festival in Europe because the social environment is different."

Chen Li'an looked at the exquisitely decorated coffee shop, then turned to look at the ancient street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and said, "I don't only have that set of works."

"Do you have a new work?" Ji Fa asked, putting down the spoon in his hand.

Chen Li'an nodded and said: "That's right, but it's only half completed. The theme is Xiangjiang, the two sides of the city."

Chen Li'an was afraid that Ji Fa wouldn't understand Pigeon Cage, so he changed the word.

When Ji Fa heard that Chen Li'an had new works, he couldn't help but marveled that this was too prolific. However, he soon realized that being a prolific artist also meant that he was of low value.

"You are too prolific, this is not good." Ji Fa couldn't help but said: "You must control your inspiration in the future, otherwise it will become cheap."

Chen Li'an was impressed by Ji Fa's theory and could only nod his head and said, "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore."

Ji Fa: "." Do you still want to go it alone! ! !

Bai Qing, who was standing next to him, finally couldn't help but laugh and interjected: "He can't control his inspiration. He is very talented. You shouldn't limit it. Just control the quantity of his works that are released."

"I know." Ji Fa rolled his eyes at Chen Li'an, and then said seriously: "You should know that my duty is to help you sell your works at high prices. Although this is tacky, it is very important!"

"I understand, otherwise I wouldn't sign a contract with you." Chen Li'an is not a rigid person, nor is he pretentious and thinks that money cannot be discussed in art, and that talking about money is tacky.

Why can't artists make money? Artists also need to make a living.

"Okay, now take me to see your half-finished work." Ji Fa can't wait. Now that there is no alternative for the Youth Art Exhibition, she can only hope that Chen Li'an can create better works.

Art managers also need to make money. How can they maintain the dignity of artists if they don't make money?

15,000 completed, I owe the boss an extra -1.

Don't scold me anymore...continue to do it tomorrow! Aoli gives! !