fringe artist

Chapter 141.

In the dark and silent hotel room, Chen Li'an threw off his shoes, threw his T-shirt on the sofa, and walked to the air conditioner to enjoy the cold air.

This is simply life-saving immortal energy!

On the big bed behind Chen Li'an, Bai Qing opened his eyes and looked at the blurred figure of Chen Li'an in the darkness, and reached out to turn on the wall lamp beside the bed.

The warm yellow light instantly illuminated the room. Under the soft light, Bai Qingliang propped his head with his hands, looking at Chen Li'an's generous back, it felt like he hadn't seen him for more than a month, and his muscles were much plumper.

"Did it bother you?" Chen Li'an turned his head and glanced at Bai Qing and asked.

Bai Qing hummed and said, "You came back and made such a big commotion, didn't you just want to wake me up?"

Chen Li'an turned around and smiled, wiped the sweat from his neck and said, "It's too hot, I have to take a bath, it will definitely wake you up."

"Well, let's wash it." Bai Qing yawned, stood up the pillow and leaned against it, picked up the book beside the bed and read it.

Chen Li'an glanced at the cover of the book, and couldn't help but smacked his lips, no wonder he felt that something was wrong with this girl, feelings are based on reading books.

"Love Notes", a novel written by British writer Alan de Botton, contains a lot of philosophical thinking on different stages of love. It is a very interesting book.

People can grow. After Bai Qing escaped from poverty, he will naturally think more about life and life. This is a very good thing.

Chen Li'an glanced at Bai Qing who was reading seriously, then turned and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

What is the essence of love?Can it be written in a book? Chen Li'an doesn't think that love can be answered in a book. If he could, then he already understood what love is.

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom kept coming, accompanied by Chen Li'an's indistinct humming. Bai Qing put down the book in his hand and listened for a while, but found that he couldn't hear it clearly at all, so he picked up the book and continued reading.

Bai Qing looked at the speculation on the fatalism of love in the book, and found it very interesting. She originally thought that the meeting between herself and Chen Li'an was destined, but after reading the author's dialectics with various mathematical thinking in the book, she suddenly felt that the relationship between herself and Chen Li'an was The encounter may have been a coincidence.

Bai Qing closed the book and looked at Chen Li'an's blurred figure on the frosted glass of the bathroom. He watched quietly for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and said to himself: "Isn't it fate by chance?"

Bai Qing seemed to have the answer in his heart, he threw the book into the trash can, sat up and brushed his hair, got up and poured two glasses of wine.

At this time, Chen Li'an came out wearing a nightgown, wiping his hair, looked at the wine glass in Bai Qing's hand, took a sip from it and said, "Why don't you continue reading?"

"That book isn't interesting." Bai Qing shook his head, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then shook his hair lightly, the hair that was originally tucked together fell apart instantly, and Chen Li'an was immediately attracted by a different kind of amorous feelings Put down the wine glass in your hand.

"Want to have a dance?" Chen Li'an stretched out his hand with a smile, looked at Bai Qing and asked.

Bai Qing put his hand in Chen Li'an's palm and said with a smile, "I'm extremely happy."

Although the dance without music was not perfect, the two still danced happily, but Bai Qing would always step on Chen Li'an's feet because of his clumsiness, and then lose his center of gravity and fall into his arms.

Early the next morning, Chen Li'an got up from the big soft bed, stepped on the clean floor with bare feet, looked at the sun outside the window, stretched comfortably, then took a simple wash, changed his clothes and went out.

There was an artist's party today, and Chen Li'an also received an invitation. He and Bai Qing were originally invited, but Bai Qing seemed to hate the person hosting the banquet so he refused.

The curator Claire held the banquet. This time, the curator Claire has a very interesting approach, that is, countries that do not support the third world are not welcome to participate in the Venice Biennale Art Exhibition.

In his words, their concept of art is strictly limited to the West, and any institution, art exhibition or museum that hypocritically accommodates third world 'artists' is completing the last piece of the puzzle of distorted colonialism.

However, there are still many artists from third world countries participating in this art exhibition, such as Chen Li'an.
This is a very traditional and conservative art critic. He even wrote a book the year before last, pointing out some oddities in the art circle at the beginning, and these oddities are exactly what Chen Li'an experienced in Paris and China.

Claire said a few points, and Chen Lian was very impressed. First, the essence of Western contemporary art thought is ethnocentrism at the core of Western superiority; second, Western contemporary art is full of various invisible speech controls and audits. All contemporary artists used to be tools for political propaganda; thirdly, artists should create based on the individuality and diversity of national culture, and not become processors of so-called international styles; the last point is that art and artists It should be full of respect for tradition and return to the origin.

This is a person with a clear understanding. Chen Li'an quite recognized some of his remarks, but it was strange why he was so interested in his works and invited himself to the party.

According to his philosophy, he should also be the group he denounced, linked to business and politics. The only thing similar to his philosophy is that he respects tradition and respects the diversity and individuality of national culture.

The reason why Bai Qing hated Claire and was unwilling to participate was because of Claire's artistic reflection.

The trend of domestic art thought is exactly the opposite of Claire's. The domestic art circle has deified Western contemporary art, and only in China can these artistic thoughts be deified. This makes Bai Qing, who has received domestic education for so many years, feel a little disgusted for a while. .

What I hate is not that Clare is wrong, but because he has exposed the truth naked.

This is also the reason why Chen Li'an has been busy attending various salons and seminars in Venice before, and Bai Qing went shopping by himself.

This is actually quite normal. Chen Lian knew these things from the very beginning. This phenomenon is not only in the field of art, but also in all fields.

However, the biggest impact is on the field of culture. The superiority of cultural output and ideology has subtly destroyed the native culture of the third world.

Didn't those dogs and males come out of this way?

Why did people feel that the moon outside was rounder in the eighties and 90s? Even after more than 20 years, when the country became stronger, some people would think that the moon outside was rounder. This is because the roots of foreign cultures were replaced by destructive destruction, and then took root and sprouted.

If these issues can be discussed in a day and night, Chen Li'an is too lazy to think so much, he will not naively think that he can do cultural export, and he will not think that he can make cultural export by making a few TV series and movies.

There are too many things involved in this, and it cannot be changed by the film and television industry, unless you are an artist, writer, politician, thinker, sociologist, psychologist, etc., and you must have a large-scale media company under your name As well as endless money, in the end, there will be many [-]-year-olds in the Western world to help you charge into the battle and dig the roots and graves.

Oh. I almost forgot, you have to have the support of a strong country to have such a small possibility.

In fact, there is another easiest way to do it, and that is to invent a space-time shuttle and return to Daqin to present the elixir and the world map to His Majesty.

Chen Li'an thought it was impossible to do this. All he could do was to be a good artist, nothing more, and to do what he could within his ability.

Ordinary artist Chen Li'an doesn't have that much sense of mission. Being an ordinary person is good. Why do you think so much when you come to a party with a group of artists.

Chen Li'an came to the meeting place, where he also saw an acquaintance who was not an acquaintance, that is, Liu Zhangming whom he had met on the plane before, and Zhang Xiaogang, another painter from China.

Chen Li'an has seen Zhang Xiaogang's painting in this exhibition. It is a huge oil painting, Bloodline: Big Family No. 2. The subsequent auction price of this painting reached more than 4000 million. It is a very excellent work.

After they saw that Chen Li'an had also arrived, they greeted each other and asked curiously, "Where's your partner?"

"She encountered a bit of confusion and is trying to heal her injuries." Chen Li'an shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

Liu Zhangming smiled and said, "Then you should help her, women will always get into a dead end."

Chen Li'an curled his lips and said, "Men prefer drilling."

"Haha, that's right." Liu Zhangming smiled, and then introduced Chen Li'an: "This is Zhang Xiaogang, a very good painter."

Chen Li'an smiled, nodded and looked at Zhang Xiaogang and said, "I really like your big blood family. It's a great way to explain the Chinese-style family relationship."

"Thank you, your work is also very good, very reflective, and very innovative." Zhang Xiaogang replied with a smile.

Chen Li'an smiled and chatted with Zhang Xiaogang about their respective works, then remembered Liu Zhangming next to him, turned to look at him and asked, "Have you been in Italy and haven't returned to China?"

Holding a wine glass, Liu Zhangming explained: "No, I came here specially for Christie's summer auction, and Xiao Gang's works will be included in the auction."

Chen Li'an glanced at Zhang Xiaogang beside him and nodded, then said with a smile: "I hope your work can fetch a good price."

"Does your work also participate in the summer auction this time?" Liu Zhangming asked proactively.

"That's right." Chen Li'an said bluntly, "But the buyer has already made a reservation."

There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, the rules in the art circle are transparent to the rich.

Hearing Chen Li'an's words, Liu Zhangming was not surprised. He just nodded silently, and after a while he said, "I hope to be your scheduled buyer in the future."

"Then I should thank you for your approval." Chen Li'an raised his glass and touched Liu Zhangming. After drinking, he looked at the party initiator Claire in the distance, and said to Liu Zhangming and Zhang Xiaogang: "Maybe we should go chat with the host here. A few words."

"Of course!"

"it is good."

It was very interesting to chat with Clay. This is a very traditional artist, and Chen Lian found the words he said very inspiring.

"Chen, your works are innovative. Although the patterns and forms are too fancy, you combine several different things very well. The most important thing is that the perspective you focus on is very interesting. Ideological cognition has a very unique interpretation.” Claire took a sip of wine after finishing speaking and said: “Perhaps you should pay more attention to your own art, blindly innovating is not good, although it caters to the mainstream and the market, But the essential pursuit of art is lost.”

Chen Li'an was silent for a while and nodded slowly. The beginning of art is for the continuation of the nation, whether it is text or murals.

Nationality, individuality and diversity of art. I really should add a little more ethnicity to my works. Only with my own roots can more beautiful flowers bloom on this fertile soil.

　I don't dare to write too much in this chapter, so be it.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)