Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 124 The qualifying award ceremony begins

Chen Pingsheng was pulled by Ryan alone to sit next to a chair in the first row, while other photographers were standing not far away, communicating with each other, and looking in their direction from time to time.

As soon as he sat down, Ryan couldn't help but express his inner excitement by gesticulating with his hands: "Oh, Chen, can you tell me why you used animal themes to shoot this work?"

Because he spoke too fast, it took Chen Pingsheng a few seconds to react, so he had to say first: "Wait a minute, don't rush. My English is not very good. First of all, can you tell me who you are?"

Ryan was stunned when he heard this, and then apologized: "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ryan, an independent photographer."

After speaking, he gave Chen Pingsheng some time to react and continued: "He is also one of the judges of the competition."

Chen Pingsheng immediately understood the source of his excitement. Unexpectedly, it was Geselli who was in charge of the jury for the best photo album. This was no ordinary photographer.

"Hello." Chen Pingsheng responded with a smile.

"Okay, the polite words are over, Chen, it's time for you to clear up my doubts." Adhering to the straightforward style of the Nordic people, Ryan asked seriously: "Why did you choose to use such a method to shoot such a work? "

Chen Pingsheng nodded, indicating that he understood what he meant, and then slowly said using the vocabulary he had mastered: "Because, I like crows. My hometown is from a mountain where crows are entrenched. So when shooting the photo album, I They were the first thing that came to mind.”

After saying that, he stopped talking and stared at Ryan with big eyes.

Ryan waited for a while before he understood, and said in disbelief: "It's gone?"

Chen Pingsheng spread his hands: "Do you think you need anything else?"

"Isn't it because you encountered some difficulties or dissatisfaction in your life? Then you accidentally returned to your hometown and met crows. You felt that these dark guys were exactly the same as you. You felt the same, so you took pictures of them? "Ryan deliberately did not use long and difficult sentences, but broke the words into pieces.

But Chen Pingsheng shook his head: "There is no such story, Ryan. I just wanted to make a work, and I happened to think of Crow."

If he wanted to tell a story, of course he would make up a lot of it, such as being emotionally traumatized, or being depressed because he was not understood by his teachers and classmates at school.

It can even be said to be a bit mysterious, such as feeling the guidance of some kind of god.

Foreigners believe this, people all over the world believe this, and they all love to hear this.

But Chen Pingsheng does not want to praise suffering, nor does he want to exaggerate suffering. Although the lives of artists are their source of inspiration, he cannot package these words and turn them into the background of his works.

Maybe this will add a layer of mystery to the work and also play a positive role in its dissemination.

But he doesn't really care, because he is destined not to make just this one work.For Chen Pingsheng, instead of finding reasons to make up stories that are not his own every time a work is released, it is better to be straightforward.

"Ryan, this is my current understanding of photography. I think it should show an emotion, so I photographed it." Chen Pingsheng once again explained his motivation to Ryan.

However, he didn't expect that after Ryan heard this, he suddenly realized, and his tone was full of guilt: "Yes, that's it. Emotion, I think you must have been very depressed at the time, so you resonated with the crow. Sorry, I shouldn't ask this It’s a problem, I hope it didn’t hurt you.”

Chen Pingsheng looked confused. Did he say something?
Why does it feel like what Wrenley understood was different from what he expressed?
Just as he was about to explain, Rui En patted him on the shoulder and said, "Chen, I'm going backstage to change first. I'll see you later." As he said that, he stood up, and Chen Pingsheng also stood up.

At this moment, Ryan suddenly turned around, glanced at Chen Pingsheng meaningfully, and said, "I wish you a wonderful night."

After speaking, he waved his hand and walked to the back of the stage.

"Hey, Chen! What did Ryan and you talk about?" When Fingel and the others saw Ryan leaving, they immediately came up again and wanted to know if the two of them talked about Chen Pingsheng's works.

But Chen Pingsheng did not tell the truth this time, but was polite to them.Then blend into their chat and act as an observer.

After all, the award has not yet been announced, and he doesn't want to show off.At the same time, outside the gate of the Magic City Grand Theater, Li Luan also followed Chen Pingsheng's words and arrived here at six o'clock.

"Hey, luckily I listened to Chen Pingsheng's words, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take the photo." He looked at a group of well-known photographers getting off the limousine not far away, couldn't hold back his hands, raised his camera and kept taking pictures. Like a candid paparazzi.

However, when the photographers heard the sound of the shutter, they were surprised at first, and then deliberately posed for Li Ran to take pictures.

"Jackson Blood."

"Jaynes Leakey"

"Taye Hines."

"Bianchi Clemens."

"Oh! That's great." Li Luan's excited heart beat wildly. For someone like him who loves photography, everyone in front of him is a treasure. They are also well-known photographers in each field.

While I kept pressing the shutter, I was already fantasizing in my mind.Li Luan imagined that the works he shot of these masters would be published more than ten years later and become a photo album that countless photographers and enthusiasts talked about.

But I never thought that tonight, although there were so many photographers who were rarely seen, they recorded their appearance and strange poses.

But he missed one of the most critical photographers who will be the most worthy of discussion in the next few decades.

An art photographer from China.

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There are more and more people in the auditorium.

After chatting with Fingel and the others, Chen Pingsheng had already sat back in his seat. His position had a good view and was very forward, as if the organizer had specially prepared it for him.

He was also wondering whether his work would win an award. Although Ryan, as a judge, was so excited to see him, he knew that these judges might not know who the award belonged to.

Because what really determines the awards is the selection by the organizing committee of the competition.

Since he was not sure, Chen Pingsheng temporarily abandoned this idea, and instead listened intently to the chats of the photographers around him, training his listening and speaking skills.

The people present are all well-known photographers around the world, or emerging photographers who have recently made a name for themselves.

In comparison, the number of fans in his film industry has no advantage here.

But when he thought about the film industry, he turned on his phone, took a photo, and posted it.

"The view here is very good, isn't it?" The picture is from the second row forward. The huge stage occupies all the borders, looking solemn and noble.

Then Chen Pingsheng waited while watching the fans' replies in the comment area, answering their questions about the awards ceremony and blessing him.

Not long after, the time reached six forty.

At this time, the seats in the first few rows were almost full, and people in the back also found their seats under the guidance of the staff.

As the foreign host wearing a black and white striped suit and a gold tie walked onto the stage, the Gesay Awards Ceremony finally entered the final countdown!
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