fringe artist

Chapter 96. 94. Contradictory Soul

The light snow stopped in the evening, and the thick clouds in the sky were also taken away by the north wind.

The flickering stars appeared in the night again. In Chen Li'an's room, the tungsten lamp emitted light and heat, illuminating the whole room brightly.

In front of the erected easel, Chen Li'an and Bai Qing each took a paintbrush and daubed color on the large black and white photo.

The two of them worked together on a painting, with different brushstrokes and different strokes, but there was a natural tacit understanding, and the combination of dazzling colors unexpectedly fit together.

There is no verbal communication and communication between the two people. When the brushes intersect, it is like a tacit understanding, filling in the missing piece for each other.

With more and more colors in the photos, the frequency of the two people's flower lakes began to slow down, and the brushes in their hands were changed to the smallest ones, carefully outlining every detail.

In the black-and-white photos, the shooting angle is extremely depressing. The tall mansion symbolizes etiquette and class symbolizes bondage and oppression. The colorful figure is like a bird trapped in a net, struggling hard even if it breaks its wings.

The face of the person painted on the photo is blurred, does not refer to anyone in particular, but it can be anyone
After more than an hour, the two put down their brushes at the same time, separated from the passion of creation, and stared blankly at the painting just completed in front of them.

After a while, Chen Li'an murmured: "We succeeded."

Bai Qing seemed to have exhausted all her strength, leaning on Chen Li'an's shoulder, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, she saw herself in this painting, the self who insisted on painting but was not understood, saw The self who lived in a dilapidated single room and struggled.

"Thank you Chen Li'an."

Chen Li'an leaned on the back of the chair, with his hands hanging on the ground, and the paintbrush in his hand made a splash of bright red on the dusty ground.

Chen Li'an, whose brain seemed to be hollowed out, didn't respond to Bai Qing's thanks. He also had a thank you in his heart but he didn't have the strength to say it now.

The two snuggled together, sitting in front of the painting for a long time without a word
The next day the sun was just right, and the rising sun was like a red egg on the full moon wine, round and bright with a strong sense of joy.

Chen Li'an sat in front of the mirror, wrapped around a sheet with holes in it, and Bai Qing stood behind him with scissors, cutting his hair bit by bit.

Chen Li'an turned his head slightly, looked at the uneven hair in the mirror, and couldn't help but said, "Can't I go out and get my hair cut?"

There was a metal friction sound between the luminous scissors opening and closing, making Chen Li'an's slightly raised body sit back down again.

Bai Qing tilted his head and pressed Chen Li'an's shoulder and said, "No, I've always wanted to try to cut someone else's hair, but no one would let me do it except you."

"Then can you cut it well, I'm going to take my friends to see the art exhibition today." Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing in the mirror and whispered his opinion.

"I'll try my best." Bai Qing held a cigarette in one hand and scissors in the other, more like a murderer than a barber.

Bai Qing took a puff of cigarette lightly, and the scissors in his hand snapped off a little bit of hair around Chen Li'an's ear, looking serious as if he was screwing a rocket.

"Who is your friend today?" Bai Qing flicked the cigarette butt, and a piece of gray ash fell on the ground and broke into pieces.

Chen Li'an looked down at the cigarette ash at his feet covered by falling hair, and replied softly, "Zhang Guorong."

Hearing this, Bai Qing raised her thin eyebrows, as if she was surprised that the friendship between Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong was unexpectedly deep.

But after thinking about it, I seem to have never taken the initiative to understand Chen Li'an's life, nor his social circle.

"He came from Xiangjiang to see the art exhibition?" Bai Qing glanced at the cigarette butt that was almost burnt and threw it on the ground, and continued to ask: "Does he like art?"

The cigarette butt fell to the ground and burned, and the hair gave off a smell of burnt.

Chen Li'an sniffled, knowing that the art Bai Qing was talking about here was oil painting, not movies or music, so he explained: "He came here for vacation and went to the art exhibition by the way. He is not very interested in oil painting."

Bai Qing nodded slightly and didn't continue talking about this topic. Zhang Guorong is a big star, but she doesn't follow stars. Her idol is Georgia O'Keefe, the mother of American modern art.

Chen Li'an's long hair was constantly cut off by Bai Qing's scissors, and the fine hair kept falling off. Soon Chen Li'an changed from a melancholy male god to a sunny and cheerful boy.

Looking at himself with short hair in the mirror, Chen Li'an was not used to it, and Bai Qing's technique was not very good, the ends of his hair were not trimmed smoothly, but upon closer inspection, it was layered.

Bai Qing was very satisfied with his work, and his small white hands gently stroked Chen Li'an's hair, carefully sweeping away all the broken hair.

Looking at Chen Li'an in the mirror, Bai Qing hugged his chin from behind and pressed his head against his head, blinked his crescent-like eyes twice and said softly: "You are so pretty."

"Because your hair is well cut?" Chen Li'an smiled, grabbed Bai Qing's hand and asked, "Can I take it as you boasting?"

Bai Qing took his palm out of Chen Li'an's hand, stroked his chin and said, "Of course not, you are good-looking, and you are so good-looking that people are jealous. I really want to lock you up at home and let me admire it alone."

"I'm not a cat or a dog. Even if I have a cat, it still wants to climb up the wall and go for a walk."

"You're a heart-stealing cat."

Chen Li'an didn't know whether Bai Qing said he was cheating or cheating, anyway, it's fine if he wasn't a loyal dog.

"Are you going to the art exhibition today?" Chen Li'an asked after brushing his hair and taking off the sheet covering his body.

"No, I'm going to Yuanmingyuan Artist Village to find Ji Fa."

Bai Qing sat on the edge of the bed dangling his legs, wearing a pair of thick white cotton socks on his feet, his toes curled up restlessly.

"Why did she go to the painter's village?" Chen Li'an asked suspiciously.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an and explained: "Look for a painter with the same potential as you. She plans to hold an exhibition of Chinese young artists' works in Europe next year."

"Alright then, I'll go to the art exhibition by myself..." Chen Li'an nodded, tidied up and left.

In the room, Bai Qing got off the bed, slipped on Chen Li'an's cotton slippers, and pulled out a box from under the bed.

The box is full of her clothes, she has been living here for several days.

After choosing a suit of clothes at random, Bai Qing closed the door and went out.

The grandpa and aunt who were yarding coal briquettes in the yard saw Bai Qing leave, and they got together and joked together: "Xiao Chen's girlfriend is so pretty."

Bai Qing, who had just stepped out of the courtyard, smiled very happily after hearing the words behind him.

Not yet, but sooner or later it will be.

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The National Art Exhibition can be regarded as the most watched art exhibition in the domestic art circle every year. It brings together the works of artists from all over the country and represents official recognition.

The gold content of the National Art Exhibition is still very high, and the first day of the exhibition brought together painters from all over the country.

However, there are relatively few foreign artists and art critics. Most of them know the process of the first day of the art exhibition, and they will not come to join in the fun at this time.

Wearing a knitted hat, Chen Li'an is not conspicuous in the crowd, nor does he have as many friends as other painters.

He was just smoking a cigarette in the corner of the entrance of the exhibition hall. Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian hadn't come yet, and Chen Li'an was waiting for them.

The art exhibition is very formal... To be precise, there are many forms, and Chen Li'an will have to go through the process when he receives Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian later.

The painters of the works that can participate in the exhibition will naturally have to show up, and if they win the award, the process will be more.

Like saying thank you, etc...

Chen Li'an still doesn't know if he has won the award, and he will know after a while.

Fortunately, the weather today is good, the sun is warm on his body, and Chen Li'an is not too cold standing at the door.

It's just that Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian are a little slow, so they don't want to come back tomorrow. They insist on seeing if Chen Li'an won the award today.

Chen Li'an waited at the door for another ten minutes before Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian arrived fully armed.

"You are too slow, you are about to start." Chen Li'an couldn't help complaining.

Zhang Guorong snorted arrogantly, took off the sunglasses on his face and said: "Zu Xian and I need to dress up, if we are recognized, we will steal your limelight."

Chen Li'an: "..." Well, it makes sense...

Seeing that Chen Li'an was alone, Wang Zuxian went to the side and took off her gloves, took his hand and said apologetically, "I got up late, don't blame my brother."

Chen Li'an's palm was a little cold, but after being held by Wang Zuxian, it immediately warmed up a lot, and said to her with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little bored waiting."

"Okay, let's go in, it's about to start." Chen Li'an pulled Wang Zuxian and walked inside.

Zhang Guorong followed behind, looked at Wang Zuxian's little bird-like appearance, and muttered in a low voice: "I taught you for nothing yesterday!"

The process of the art exhibition was really cumbersome. First, there were speeches by the leaders of the cultural department and then the leaders of the association, followed by the sharing of some well-known artists.

The form was not at all artistic and rigid, and Chen Li'an and the others were a little bored sitting in the audience listening.

But fortunately, the speakers who came to the stage also knew that the people who came today were all painters, and they didn't like this kind of format, so they didn't make long speeches.

But even so, it took nearly an hour to complete all the procedures.

Chen Li'an also showed his face on stage, and his work won an award, the National Excellence Award.

Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong looked at Chen Li'an who received the award, and they were all happy for him.

Wang Zuxian pulled Zhang Guorong with some excitement and asked: "Brother, is this award particularly powerful? It's from the whole country."

"It should be very powerful, but I don't know much about it." Zhang Guorong also doesn't know much about the gold content of the National Art Exhibition.

"It must be very powerful. The National Art Exhibition is very powerful." Wang Zuxian said affirmatively, then took Zhang Guorong's arm and asked: "Then should I celebrate him? Give him a gift?"

Zhang Guorong glanced at Wang Zuxian and said speechlessly: "You have sent yourself to bed, what else are you sending?"

Wang Zuxian: "..." Why is my brother's mouth so poisonous only in her place?When I was with Chen Li'an, why...

Chen Li'an on the stage looked at the trophy in his hand, feeling a little excited in his heart.

There are quite a few award-winning works this year, and although Chen Li'an is only one of them, it still caused a lot of discussion.

Chen Li'an's previous film festivals have already made him a little famous in the circle. Those present have either been to the film festival, or those who haven't seen the film festival have heard of this name.

Especially when Chen Li'an's works were exhibited, many painters felt novelty.

The style and painting method of "Awakening" are not in line with the domestic mainstream, and are different from the current mainstream realism and the gaudy art and pop art that are at the forefront.

It is more like a combination of representationalism and imagery. The two conflicting styles are well integrated. The figurative characters blend into the background of the imagery like a drop of water.

The background of the image is like the imaginary space derived from the inner world of the characters in the painting, which perfectly integrates the whole painting to form a very unique style.

Chen Li'an stood in front of his painting and chatted with several painters about his creative inspiration and ideas. The artists' thinking was very divergent, and the content involved in the chat did not have a fixed theme.

Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian stood not far away, listening to a group of painters talking about all kinds of misty words, and looked at each other with some blank faces.

"Brother, I can't understand what they are talking about." Wang Zuxian asked with some frustration.

Zhang Guorong's eyes under the sunglasses also flashed a little thought. He has a certain understanding of art, but it is much worse than these painters.

He once wanted to be a painter or designer, but he gave up for some reasons. Now he prefers movies and music. Compared with fine arts, movies and music are not so profound, they are more popular and also There are not so many weird genres and doctrines.

"Well...you still need to learn more." Zhang Guorong pondered for a while and said: "Movies and oil paintings are very different, and they are different in many aspects. Let's learn more in the future."

Movies are very popular and easy to understand, which is why film art has always had a low status in the art circle.

There are many people who like movies, far more than those who like art, but movies have carried certain entertainment attributes and commercial attributes since the day they were born.

The birth of oil painting is more about the inner feelings of the painter to move himself to please himself, while the film is to move the audience to please the audience. The starting point of the two is different.

It's hard to judge which is better between the two.

Movies are more popular in the hearts of the public, but not in the hearts of artists.

Wang Zuxian felt a little lost, looking at Chen Li'an, who was talking freely and confidently, suddenly felt that he and he were from two worlds.

Chen Li'an who talks about art and Chen Li'an in life are completely two people, so contradictory that people wonder if he has two souls.

Seeing Wang Zuxian's depressed mood, Zhang Guorong deliberately found a topic to divert his attention and said, "Aren't you curious about who Chen Li'an painted?"

Speaking of this, Wang Zuxian was really attracted, and asked curiously: "Who is it? Brother, do you know him? Are they the few confidants you mentioned?"

Zhang Guorong looked at the person in the painting and shook his head, and said with some emotion: "I underestimated Chen Li'an."

Wang Zuxian: "..." This is another opponent?
Wang Zuxian was a little discouraged. Although everyone was on the same starting line, there were too many participants.

Fortunately, Chen Li'an is single, otherwise this wouldn't be the third...uh... the fifth or the sixth...

　I was squeezed by the capitalists today, I will update a chapter first, and there are still [-] words tonight, [-] is definitely no problem! ! !
　　
　
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