fringe artist

Chapter 63 62. Shocking works of art! (Seek to follow up)

In the warm sun in early winter, the snow on the road is warmed by the sun and becomes soft, turning into transparent water droplets and seeping into the wet ground.

In the spacious and bright exhibition hall, dozens of old people brought by Chen Li'an, who are also models for this film festival, are staring at themselves in the photos in a daze.

There is a white rope in front of each photo, and they stretch out their wrinkled and old hands to hold the rope, as if they are connected with the photo.

It seems that he never thought that he would appear in an art gallery in such a way.

Art has never been connected with their own production in their previous decades of life, but at this moment they have become art itself.

Although I can't understand what photography is, but looking at my vivid and meaningful face in the photo, the corners of my eyes unknowingly become moist.

Uncle Li, who was in the same yard as Chen Li'an, saw the panic and confusion in his eyes in the photo, and was also lost at the moment.

What were you thinking at that time?Is it because I am worried that my health will cause trouble to the family.
The most worrying thing about getting old is to become a burden. After the physical examination at the fake doctor, Uncle Li couldn't help but worry. If he didn't have his wallet with him, he would have paid for the oral solution at that time.

The old people in the exhibition hall had a strong conflict with the images in the photos. At this moment, a photo exhibition was turned into a performance art of great practical significance by Chen Li'an.

In and out of the photos, one is intensely illusory, and the other is tiny and real.

A thin rope connects the main bodies of the two spaces together. In addition, in the glass cabinet set up in the exhibition hall, there is Chen Li'an who is watching with a blank face and indifference, forming an indescribable installation art.

No, this is not accurate, it is more like a conceptual art, a performance art.

All the visitors in the exhibition hall were deeply shocked by this scene. The old people who looked at each photo and thought about it all felt the strongest and most intuitive emotional impact.

Gong Li, Zhou Xun, and the curator of the museum, Yang Lizhou, who had seen the photos in advance, were once again shocked to the point of being speechless for a long time.

It turned out that what they saw was only half of Chen Li'an's works!
No!Less than half!

These old people who came to the scene are the soul of this exhibition!

There were many photographers in the audience, and the shock in my heart was the most intuitive. This is an unprecedented form!

Such a strong and intuitive artistic expression made their hearts seem to have been baptized, and the camera hanging around their necks was lifted slightly to press the shutter on this scene.

Ma Xiaoqing, a half-hearted photographer who also came to see the exhibition, looked at this scene in shock, and couldn't help but swallowed. She couldn't imagine that the creator of this great work was taught by her to seduce him to bed a few months ago.

A very ridiculous idea came into Ma Xiaoqing's mind, if she hadn't had the desire for sex at the beginning, the work in front of her would not have been born.

If it is calculated in this way, in a sense, I am also the creator of this work.

Bai Qing, who was walking among the crowd wearing a hat, looked at Chen Li'an, who was standing silently and coldly in the glass cabinet in the center of the venue, from the corner of his eye, and various memories flooded his heart.

Chen Li'an kept telling her that what he fell in love with was not the real Chen Li'an, but a fictional performance artist, but this Bai Qing was very sure that he was in love with Chen Li'an.

Looking at these works, Bai Qing felt as if he resonated with the soul of Chen Li'an in the field, and could feel the sadness in his heart when he created this work.

The most famous East Village performance artists in Beijing also came to visit this film festival. The impact of Chen Li'an's works on them is devastating!

They have been shouting, talking about social injustice, and talking about the distress of marginalized people, but they have never thought that they can change all this through art.

Chen Li'an's works turn these old people who are almost forgotten by society into art, make them the center of art, and make everyone's eyes focus on these people.

Transfer the attention to art to real people in society, not bullshit behaviors and concepts!
Zhang Heng recalled several times of his own performance art, and it seemed that the concept conveyed was only his own thinking, which was completely incomparable with the scene he saw today.

Especially when Zhang Heng saw someone take the initiative to take the rope from the old man and connect himself with the photo, the shock was even stronger!

Everyone, every visitor can participate in this performance art, become a part of the art, and feel more deeply and intuitively the concept that the author wants to convey!

Zhang Heng looked at it for a while and said to his friends: "I want to feel it."

Rongrong, who kept taking pictures with the camera, was stunned for a moment and then said: "Okay, do you need me to take pictures for you? This Chen Li'an is really awesome!"

Zhang Heng shook his head, then walked towards an old man who was thinking.

Chen Li'an, who was isolated from the entire space by the isolation cabinet in the center of the exhibition hall, observed everyone like a cold, emotionless camera.

Standing a few meters away, Chen Hong wanted to approach but dared not. She felt an indescribable seriousness and heaviness in the entire exhibition hall. Everyone was immersed in the same emotion, only she seemed to be an outsider. .

Why can't I feel their frequency?I just feel that there are some inexplicable awesomeness, and then there is no other feeling.

Is the artistic literacy too low?Chen Hong couldn't help but reflect on whether she had become a vase after acting too much.

In the corner of the exhibition hall, Zhang Guorong didn't dare to walk around casually wearing sunglasses, leaning against a trash can, smoking a cigarette and watching the scene in front of him.

He couldn't stop muttering, Chen Li'an has been possessed by a ghost, why is he so artistic and detached all of a sudden.

The Tieniu brother who called him brother seemed to be his hallucination, a false memory!

Just when Leslie Cheung doubted himself, he suddenly heard several people chatting about Chen Li'an.

"The name Chen Li'an is so familiar, it seems that this year's art exhibition also has his works!" An old professor from CAFA frowned and said to several people in the same industry.

A famous painter from the Artists Association also nodded and said: "It seems to have such a name, the oil painting seems to be called Dream."

Another person in the same group recalled Chen Li'an's exhibited oil painting, nodded and said: "That painting is also good, it seems to be a brand new style, there is no obvious shadow of other genres in it, but it has a unique style of its own!"

Yang Lizhou, the curator of the art museum, said curiously: "I'm so curious by you, I really want to go see it now, but this exhibition is also very good, this little guy is a born artist!"

"That's right, today's exhibition will definitely leave an important mark in the history of Chinese art! This kid has accomplished in one step what no one else can achieve in a lifetime."

Among all the people present today, there are a few very special existences, art critics from Europe and North America.

They came here for the National Art Exhibition, but unexpectedly saw Chen Li'an's film exhibition first.

A few white-skinned guys in suits and leather shoes who looked more like reporters than artists walked around the venue, using their own cameras to fully record the grand occasion.

Chinese art, which has never been the mainstream in the art world, may usher in a new opportunity this time!

Chen Lian.
Several people firmly remembered the name, and they pressed the shutter at the same time in their minds to the artist who was still indifferently observing, and recorded the image of the artist who was about to emerge suddenly.

Maybe the next time I see this artist again is in the international art world
　I stayed up late and wrote another chapter, and I will update another chapter tomorrow. I was sleepy, so I went to sleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)