Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 165 A song that spans time and space

The middle-aged man stood up and retorted: "Isn't it immodest to have never seen Mr. Li Baozhen's photos? Have you seen all the albums?"

Although he doesn't like black and white photos, compared to Chen Pingsheng, he hates the freehand landscape style represented by Wang Yiguo even more.

The two sides had a lot of verbal arguments back then, so he wasn't afraid of this guy.

Wang Yiguo's eyes widened. He wanted to scold him for not knowing etiquette, but he felt helpless when he saw him.

Ruan An, an old enemy, had a falling out with Shanshui Yiyi in the years when he launched the color movement.

Among the people present, he was most annoyed by this guy. He was as good as a hob, and a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.I have been scolding each other for many years, and my senior brother was so angry that I was hospitalized. I haven't been discharged yet.

Wang Yiguo didn't want to scold him, it was too embarrassing, so he could only sneer: "I just think that as a Chinese, we should understand the things left by our ancestors, so that we can carry forward the Chinese culture, right? .”

Ruan An mocked: "The black and white ones are passed down from our ancestors? Film was not invented by China."

Wang Yiguo stopped talking. He had no temper when meeting such a person who was stirring up trouble. He could only say that he shouldn't have come today.

Chen Pingsheng looked at this scene and felt that people in the photography circle were just like the uncles and aunts who haggled at the wet market, or that people in any circle, no matter how glamorous they looked to outsiders, actually behaved like ordinary people. There is no difference, maybe even worse.

Seeing that Wang Yiguo had died down, Chen Pingsheng smiled and said: "Chinese culture, of course we need to inherit it. But I think culture is not decided by one person, nor can it be represented by a few works. If black and white landscape paintings are culture, then Qingming Riverside Are pictures culture? Are Tang Sancai culture? China does not have only one culture, but hundreds of cultures come together. So I personally feel that when shooting works, as long as they are in line with the spiritual inheritance of Chinese civilization, it is spreading culture. "

"This is very true." Everyone at the scene agreed. Everyone is good at different things, so how can you say that what you shoot is not a legacy.

Chang Ming said: "I can tell you my feelings as a collector. Although the number of black and white works and landscapes has gradually declined in recent years, in fact, the number of works that tell our domestic stories and domestic urban changes has gradually increased. . I have collected some works by emerging photographers, and their performance in the auction market is also very good.

"I think this may be because the audience's aesthetics are changing, and everyone is beginning to notice the modern scenery around them. This is actually a good thing. After all, only when a hundred flowers bloom can there be enough stunning works. If only one company is the only one, then the photographers creativity will gradually dry up."

"Yes, I am good at photographing whatever I am good at. There are no rules." A photographer echoed.

Faced with everyone's unanimous criticism of his words, Wang Yiguo was a little embarrassed, but it was hard to say anything. Who told him to be unreasonable.

I could only close my ears, pretending not to hear, and planned to leave after the exchange meeting was over.

At this time, Feng Yisheng spoke: "I think since it is an exchange meeting for "The Crow", we should not discuss these broader topics. I would like to ask a question, why was the film "The Crow" chosen to be filmed in Northeast China? Woolen cloth?"

Those chimneys, factory buildings and desolate scenes were like a big stone accumulated in his heart, making him unable to help but think about it.

Hearing this, Chen Pingsheng explained: "That is my hometown, and it is also the best place to carry the soul of this work. After the industrial depression, it was like a wasteland. From the outside, there was no glamorous appearance. , but everywhere was filled with dead silence.

"Those factories that were shut down were as dark as the ink on the earth. I thought they were very similar to crows, so I regarded them as another kind of crow."

"That's it." Feng Yi nodded and did not continue to ask.

After such an interruption, the exchange meeting got back on track. Half an hour later, a group of photographers went straight to the film festival and watched it again.

They are still worried about what they don't understand.

Feng Yisheng, Zhou Wenyuan and a few photographers who understood clearly were sitting with Chen Pingsheng, chatting about the work.

"Teacher Chen, when will your "Crow" be published?"

Chen Pingsheng looked at the photographer in front of him, who was obviously the same age as his father, and couldn't help but said: "You are all older than me, just call me Lingsheng."

After a pause, he continued: "As for the publication of "The Crow", it will probably be released after the Chinese New Year."

"Then I will definitely buy it for collection." The other party nodded.

"By the way, Is your first edition album for sale?" Zhou Wenyuan suddenly said, "I want to spend 20 yuan to buy it."

"20!" Several photographers exclaimed in low voices. This price is really not low for a new photographer.

Moreover, this price is not used to buy some unique works, but only a photo album. With such a high price, it seems that Zhou Wenyuan has very high expectations for Chen Pingsheng.

But Chen Pingsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't plan to sell the work."

"Okay." Zhou Wenyuan said with a regretful tone, and then continued to ask: "What about your other works? None of them are sold?"

Chen Pingsheng thought for a while and replied: "That's not the case. I won't sell the album, but I can sell individual works. It's just that I have no plans to shoot yet. If I shoot in the future, I hope everyone will still be like now. interested."

He said this because he suddenly thought of the most expensive photo in history.

"Rhine II" is a photo worth $430 million, created by Andreas Gursky, a German photography master.

Measuring 2.1 meters by 3.6 meters, it is a giant work that can occupy a whole wall in an art gallery, and the viewing effect is amazing.Obviously, it can only be captured with a large format camera.

Chen Pingsheng also wanted to imitate this form and take the most expensive photo of China. This was also his original intention of buying a large-format camera.

It’s just that I haven’t had the chance to realize it yet.

"Of course you will. As long as you keep producing good works, the price I offer will definitely get higher and higher." Zhou Wenyuan showed an affirmative expression.

"Let's talk about the works in this year's competition." Feng Yisheng changed the topic at the right time and chatted with everyone about the works.
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At [-]:[-] in the evening, Chen Pingsheng stood tiredly on the second floor, looking at the exhibition through the glass at the people still watching the exhibition, feeling a little sleepy.

From morning to night, he has been answering everyone's questions. Of course, he did not directly explain the content of the work.

This is the viewer’s right to interpret, and there is no reason to deprive it of it.

And those photographers also had enthusiasm that was beyond his expectation. Whether it was the details of their works, various concepts, their opinions on photography, or even the parameters and film specifications during shooting, they asked more frequently than reporters.

Perhaps it is because he is the only person to win the Grand Prix in recent years, and everyone wants to know from him how to enter the top hall of photography.

It was only just now that Chen Pingsheng finally escaped by going to the bathroom, and got his own moment of rest when the exhibition was about to end.

When he walked to the balcony, he rubbed his face with his hands and felt much more awake after being blown by the cold wind.

When he came to the railing, Chen Pingsheng leaned on it, looking at the lights gradually lighting up in the distance and the constant flow of vehicles, feeling that his body and mind were relaxed.

"Buzz."

The phone suddenly vibrated.

He took out his mobile phone and found Lin Zishan's WeChat account.

"Teacher Chen, are you done now! (dog's confused expression)"

Chen Pingsheng laughed and replied: "I'm done, the film festival is almost over."

Lin Zishan: "Then what are you doing now?"

Chen Pingsheng: "I am resting on the balcony on the second floor now."

Lin Zishan: "Okay!"

After that, there was no news from her, leaving Chen Pingsheng a little confused.

After looking at the night scene in the distance for a while, Chen Pingsheng was about to rest in the exhibition hall, when suddenly his phone continued to vibrate.

He took out his cell phone. It was Lin Zishan's number.

"Hello? Simu?" Chen Pingsheng asked, putting the phone to his ear with some confusion.

But what came to his ears was not a familiar voice, but the gradually clearer singing voice and the cheering voice of the audience. The sound wave made Chen Pingsheng feel enthusiastic even through his mobile phone.

At this moment, in the concert, Lin Zishan was sitting at the front of the stage, holding his mobile phone in the direction of the stage.

She looked at the call sign, smiled, supported the chair with one hand, and stretched the other hand out as much as possible.

On the gorgeous stage, accompanied by countless swaying light spots in the stadium, Mayday was singing their classic song, "Cheers".

"Will there be a day when time can really go back and return to your and my long years that cannot be returned?"

When Chen Pingsheng heard this, he suddenly realized the meaning of Lin Zishan's question and understood her thoughts. Her thoughts hit the softest part of his heart.

So he stopped talking and just held his phone quietly, listening to the familiar singing voice coming from his ears.

"Perhaps one day the world will really have an end, and I will hold up the sweetness of memories with you."

He sang softly, his eyes reflecting the dotted city lights, as if he was completely immersed in the singing.

It had been a long time since he had enjoyed the evening breeze so comfortably, and the corners of Chen Pingsheng's mouth raised.For some reason, the cold wind blowing in front of him didn't make him feel cold.He seemed to be sitting in a hot concert venue, surrounded by tens of thousands of spectators. Everyone listened to this song full of memories and sang together about their youth.

In the crowd, he seemed to be able to see a familiar figure with her hair tied up. She was smiling slightly, holding up her mobile phone, and singing a song that spanned time and space for someone.

(End of this chapter)