Almighty painter

Chapter 923 Gu Weijing's New Art Exhibition

Unexpected.

This time.

When Gu Weijing once again said "I don't know", the woman who had just swung the smoke stick in her hand and hit Gu Weijing did not snort coldly or show any disdain or ridicule.

This is an honest and clear answer.

Being honest with yourself about your confusion is wisdom and courage.

Anna has seen too many people in this industry who have no idea what they want to express but pretend to be profound, staring at their works in a trance, like someone trying to see the rise and fall of an empire from a crystal ball in the hands of a gypsy girl.

Ok.

Maybe there really are two magical wizards here.

Most of the time, there is nothing to be found there except the bubbling reflection of the painter’s narcissism.

They longed to act as wise men in the art world, but Anna knew that they would always be confused.

Such people either lack wisdom or courage.

Or maybe both.

"I do not know."

When facing his first solo exhibition in his life, Gu Weijing gave an answer after careful consideration.

This answer is actually not that bad.

The old Anna might have started giving out advice, just as she did for DetectiveCat.

This time is an exception.

Anna began to have higher demands.

“There are countless personal art exhibitions in the world. When they are presented to the audience, they are not just the crystallization of the artist’s wisdom. They contain the expectations of commercial galleries, the conception of the venue, the planning of curators, the communication of agents, and of course, the labor of many staff members who arrange the venue... and so on. The whole exhibition serves the artist, and the artist also serves the exhibition.”

As the woman spoke, she rewrote it in the sand with an orange-red plastic stick.

"S", "A", "E"

"Solo Art Exhibiton." Miss Elena tapped heavily on the letter "S" several times.

“Only the individual link can no one help you, nor can anyone serve you. Professional curators can inspire your creative ideas and stimulate your artistic imagination, and Ma Shi III can create a market image for you that he thinks is good. But I insist that none of them can force your work into an exhibition that does not belong to you, nor can they force you into a market image that does not belong to you.”

“Whether it’s called snow in the desert or a reflection on human destiny, you can’t wrap the yolk of an egg in a duck egg, or put the powder of sleeping pills into a capsule for treating heart disease. What it brings to the audience is often another kind of SAE.”

Gu Weijing looked at Anna with confusion.

"Serious Adverse Event, pharmaceutical term, serious adverse event."

Miss Elena commented sharply.

"You're going to make the audience sick!"

Anna tilted her head. “My assessment of Deckard Anlen of your Meuse Gallery is that he stuffed incomprehensible anxiety into a spotted pill of Pop Art, hung a sign saying it’s a panacea for all diseases, and hoped that some stupid collector would buy it home.”

"So - what's the difference between this and the fake drug dealers in ancient Rome?"

puff.

Following the boss of the Metz Gallery, Metz III, the mainstay and top painter of the Metz Gallery was bitten again by Miss Irena's venomous tongue.

Considering that he had been almost sprayed into a hornet's nest by Anna before.

One more bite or one less bite shouldn’t be a big deal.

"Gu, you must not think of yourself as the second Dyke Anlun. For you and your personal art exhibition, that is not the case. No, you must remember that you are not here to be the second. When you come to the Ma Shi Gallery, you must be the boss of the Ma Shi Gallery. No matter how Ma Shi III tempts you or how he paints a tempting picture of the future."

"You must tell him clearly that I am the most important painter in the Ma Shi Gallery, and the best one. Not five years from now, not ten years from now, and certainly not after Deck Anlun leaves the gallery."

Anna shook her head coldly.

"Now."

“Today is the day. Right now. Even if you are on a deserted island in the ocean, you are the best.”

Miss Elena looked straight at Gu Weijing's haggard face.

“And you have to start all this from your first solo art exhibition in your life. You have to chase Deke Anlun away, you have to make him cry, you have to make him break down and make a scene. We have to tell him from the first art exhibition in his life, the same venue, the same exhibition, the same gallery. And you, you are better than him.”

"Massi III tried to seduce you with his business methods, and you forced him to kneel before you and hand over all his resources just for your nod."

Gu Weijing raised his eyes and looked at Anna.

If it weren't for his lingering headache, he would have noticed that the subject in Miss Elena's words had inadvertently changed from "you" to "we".

Even though his headache still lingered.

Gu Weijing still noticed that Anna was shrouded in almost exaggerated beauty and passion. The originally pretentious and boastful words, when put on her, gave the listeners unfounded confidence.

The same strong faith that both of them would be rescued.

It is this kind of confidence that makes it seem possible for a young artist, less than 20 years old, to step under the feet of the gallery's most important asset, a senior predecessor who has been immersed in the industry for many years, has made a big splash at auctions, and has a large number of fans and collectors, at least in his first personal art exhibition in his life.

Gu Weijing was infected by this impulse.

He nodded in amazement.

What surprised the young man was not only his personal exhibition as described by Miss Irena, but also the pure passion that enveloped the woman.

"Oh right. Don't tell anyone else that. I don't want anyone else to know about it for now."

Anna looked at SAE on the sofa, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and gave such instructions.

"Want to do better than Deckard Anlen?"

Gu Weijing said.

There is probably no need to talk about such things before you actually do them, lest you be laughed at.

"No."

"I'm talking about the fake drug dealer who sells panaceas," Anna said.

Gu Weijing felt that this was indeed a bit aggressive, but he heard Miss Elena say lightly: "I think it might be necessary to write a special article about Deckard Anlun, and this metaphor-"

“It’ll be the title of the article.”

Gu Weijing seemed to hear the sound of Deck Anlun vomiting blood.

Considering that it is the market signboard of the Metz Gallery.

Perhaps Mars III himself was also vomiting blood.

When Marc III signed Gu Weijing, what he had in mind was a long-term development plan and a good match with Deckard Allan.

A "double-fisted combination" of experienced ace artists and potential new stars who can convert more middle-class customers.

Deke Allan is a veteran who has conquered the collectibles market.

Gu Weijing is a young and heroic warrior.

In a gallery, two painters competing for clients is not necessarily a good thing for the gallery owner. Just like the art exhibition planned by the Ma Shi Gallery, the sales department wants to strengthen the label of Gu Weijing in the collection circle and art market, which is still "young", "prodigy", and "potential stock".

Ma Shi III was not always happy to see Gu Weijing replace Deke Anlun in the gallery. But that was not the time.

It would be best to wait until Deckard Allan's commercial value has been fully exploited, or to use a very vicious and inappropriate metaphor to describe it... maybe after he suddenly goes crazy one day and is admitted to a mental hospital.

Not now anyway.

Miss Elena didn't want to.

She raised her foot and kicked hard, kicking the head of Deckard Anlen, who was sitting behind the sign "The Most Important Artist of the Maurice Gallery", away like a ball, then took out a blank new sign from behind and stuck it around her neck.

Miss Anna was ready to take out her small brush and brush "Mr. Gu" on it.
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"I come."

"I'll see you."

"I conquer."

—Gaius Julius Caesar, "The Famous Victory Sent to the Roman Senate after the Battle of Zela"
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It is certainly a wonderful vision to completely defeat Deckard Allan with an exhibition in the same venue, and to incorporate the gallery into one's own territory while announcing one's arrival.

At this moment, Gu Weijing is undoubtedly still very far away from this goal.

"I don't know" may be a brave answer, but it is definitely not a perfect answer.

"It doesn't matter. There is no perfect answer. There is no such thing as absolute perfection when it comes to issues like art exhibitions."

Miss Elena put the orange smoke stick aside.

She picked up a twig of the sea lily that had fallen on the sand and circled the letter "S" that represented the artist's personal part of an art exhibition.

Anna extended a thin line from the circle and then drew a big question mark at the end of the line.

"?"

This represents Gu Weijing's confusion.

Anna stared at the question mark as if she were staring at a winding horn representing battle.

She wanted to blow it, to blow away the artistic dream that she thought had died quietly when she was still a little girl and heard her aunt say, "My little girl, I shouldn't have lied to you, you are really not suitable to be a painter."

"Sometimes, we can only accumulate satisfactory solutions and gradually get closer to the edge of the optimal solution." Anna said, "This is what Mr. Brown said at the European Art Conference. Speaking objectively, it is no coincidence that Sir Brown has made so many achievements in the academic field."

Gu Weijing was interested in Anna.

He temporarily put the headache and the desolate feeling behind him.

He also stared at the question mark on the sand in a trance.

He wanted to see through a thick fog and suddenly a burning golden phoenix flew out of the fog.

Miss Irina is worthy of being the art director of Oil Painting magazine. What she says always makes a lot of sense.

The problem is coming.

"So what is a satisfactory solution?"

Gu Weijing was thinking quietly.

“A particularly successful art exhibition in a secular sense is one that hopefully satisfies everyone: critics, collectors, audiences, curators, and the artist himself.”

"Do you know where I think Deckard Anlun's biggest failure is?"

Anna said in a tone as cold as a rock.

"I think he himself is not satisfied with his own exhibition."

"It's so sad."

"There are countless satisfactory solutions in this world that cannot be grasped, and he lost the only one that he could grasp with certainty."

"The so-called satisfactory solution—"

Anna cast her eyes toward the coconut tree on the side.

"Look."

“The best and most satisfying solution is the one that you don’t try your best to pick, that you don’t push yourself too hard, that you are willing to do anything to get it. The second best is the one that you are sure you can pick, and you hold on to it tightly.”

"As for you, since you just didn't blurt out to tell me about your exhibition concept, your ambition, and your desire. Then tell me what kind of painting style you like best and what kind of works make you feel happy."

"First question. What do you want to draw?"

"I'm actually good at painting landscapes. Those quiet, static scenes don't have any strong visual impact, but they make me feel gentle."

Gu Weijing thought for a while.

He spoke slowly.

“Then just paint the landscape.”

Anna did not criticize Gu Weijing. There are few pure landscape paintings in the solo exhibitions of famous painters in the top modern art museums.

This is Gu Weijing's personal art exhibition.

It is more important for him to paint what he can paint well and what he wants to paint well than to paint what the gallery wants him to paint well.

"A museum-level solo exhibition, barring special circumstances, usually has 30 to 50 paintings. A small gallery-level exhibition should have 15 to 25 works, at least three to five of the artist's signature works. There are also cases where there are hundreds of works, but at least there should be ten."

“These ten works form the same theme.”

"Should I paint ten landscapes? Different scenes?"

"Too abstract. A small art exhibition needs to be concentrated. It should be like a clenched fist, not ten grains of sand. If it is just a large art exhibition that has been prepared for ten years, then you can paint hundreds of massive works and overwhelm your audience. But this is your cutting-edge exhibition."

“Concentrate, concentrate, and concentrate again.”

Miss Elena reminded.

"I suggest you do the exact opposite of what Deckard Anlen did. What you need is a sword through the heart."

"So, let me give you a suggestion."

"one day."

“Condense all these ten paintings into one day. From morning to night, day and night. Take out ten moments of the day and give them different meanings.”

“If you can do that, then I think — it’s a really, really good solo art show.”

Miss Elena thought about how she felt struggling in the sea water.

Ten seconds means something.

Ten seconds of enthusiasm.

Better than a long and pale life.

……

then.

that's it.

Gu Weijing's personal art exhibition had the first feather of the golden phoenix.

(End of this chapter)