Almighty painter

Chapter 997 Gu Weijing's Exhibition (Part 2)
As a gallery that has signed a strategic cooperation agreement with the Louvre Abu Dhabi, Maes Gallery has an independent art space in the museum, located between Gallery 9, which displays Mondrian's 1922 Paris-based grid painting with blue, white, red, and black color scheme, and Gallery 6, which displays Bellini's "Madonna and Child".

The art space has a total area of ​​over 300 square meters.

Back when Deckard Anlen started his own business, he was worried about this poor little place.

He once tried to move his exhibition to other places, such as "booking" the entire entrance hall of the Louvre to hold a super exhibition with exquisite visual effects, with a total cost of more than $500 million.

Gu Weijing clearly doesn't need to share the same anxieties as Deckard Anlen.

His solo exhibition was too small, with only a few works in total.
About ten photos.

These paintings, placed in the exhibition hall, even made the already small hall seem slightly empty.

The exhibition hall didn't feel empty; many people were quite interested in the art exhibition, especially those journalists who had access to some inside information beforehand.

Deckard Anlen saw photographers taking pictures of the exhibition brochures in front of the art space with their cameras.

There were also two large standing fill lights nearby, which repeatedly illuminated the corridor of the art space with the sound of camera shutters. Usually, the use of flash photography is not allowed in art museums and museums, but today is the preview before the exhibition opens, also known as "media photography day." The photos taken here will soon be published in the reports of one art review media after another.

Among the whispering art critics, Deckard Anron recognized a few people he knew.

Several people nodded to him.

Mr. Anlun returned a rather aloof look, much like Clark, the reporter for the Daily Planet, in the comics, when he greeted others with that polite, shy smile with a slight upward curve.

A subtle confidence shines through his reserved demeanor.

Deckard Anlun practiced in front of the mirror for a long time before he mastered the nuances of that smile, the way he exuded his aura with politeness, like a work of art.

"An exhibition with a temper. If you ask for my opinion, this is what I would say!"

He heard someone speaking in the corridor over there.

"This is an exhibition that combines Van Gogh's sensitivity with Dali's flamboyance, a unique fusion of the two. During the exhibition, I had several conversations with Mr. Gu. This is an exhibition that transcends the self..."

The speaker looked to be under fifty years old. The hem of his Armani suit was bulging out from his belly, and the Rolex two-tone watch on his wrist reflected the light from the flashlights not far away, shining brightly.

He stood there, chin held high, a slight smile playing on his lips, conveying a subtle personal aura—

That greasy feeling, yet it completely unleashed its domineering aura.

Just like...

The image shows the middle-aged, domineering boss of The Daily Planet giving a lecture to his junior reporter, Clark.

He's just domineering.

Deckard Anlen was inexplicably suppressed and frowned slightly.

This guy is so flamboyant. Deckard Anlen hates anyone who looks more flamboyant than himself. If you didn't know better, you'd think this was his exhibition.

“Mr. Yang. I heard that he and Gu Weijing have a very good relationship in private, back in Singapore.”

Someone came over and struck up a conversation with Deckard Anlen.

"uh-huh."

Mr. Anlun nodded slightly. The other party was an art critic with whom he had had several private interactions.

"A very famous personal assistant," he said casually.

The other party was a personal assistant, not the painter, not the agent, and certainly not the painter Gu Weijing's agent.

to be honest.

No matter how domineering or eloquent that guy is, he's just an outsider when it comes to the exhibition itself.

"Dike, I heard you didn't like this exhibition?"

Deckard Anlen glanced at the other person.

He smiled gently.

"That's not a fair statement. There's no such thing. Mr. Gu is a promising new artist in the gallery."

Deckard Anron isn't stupid. Coming to see entertainment and becoming entertainment yourself are two completely different things. Facing the art director of *Paint* magazine and facing other art critics are also two completely different things.

In the studio, there was nothing to hide or tease Sarah about.

Deckard Anlen was practically bursting with emotion, lamenting his wasted life without finding a wise ruler and declaring himself a godmother. But today was the opening of an exhibition, possibly the most prestigious solo exhibition at the Maes Gallery this year.

It would have been fine if this big brother from the Maes Gallery hadn't come, but he did come specifically to say that the exhibition was terrible and he didn't like it.

Isn't that a direct slap in the face?

He needs to grasp the subtle difference between the two media personas: "frank and straightforward" and "petty and narrow-minded".

Deckard Anlun doesn't mind slapping Gu Weijing in the face; however, such a slap is not only to Gu Weijing, but also to the face of the big boss, Ma Shi III.

He dared to slap Massi III in the face like that, and Massi III dared to turn around and give him a good dressing down.

His relationship with Maes III was like that of a desperate couple watching their debts pile up and feeling powerless to do anything about it.

They loathe each other, yet they cannot live without each other; each other is the most important asset.

The Maes Gallery is a great gallery in decline. Deckard Anlund is a great painter in decline. Just as Maes III hoped a superman could lift the gallery up, Deckard Anlund might also be hoping for a favorable wind to propel him back to the top.

Deckard Anlund's most glorious years were marked by the fact that, even when he was hailed as the next Andy Warhol, he might not have cared much for Marks III. If he weren't with Marks, he could have gone to Gagosian, CDX, Leeson... he had many options.

Even now, it's not impossible for them to go, but with a contract like this now, they definitely shouldn't even think about it.

"Hey, don't be angry. It's just a rumor, there are all kinds of rumors."

The other person smiled back.

"If the rumors are false, then I can understand that you really like Mr. Gu's art exhibition, and you came here specifically to support Gu Weijing's exhibition on behalf of the Ma Shi Gallery?"

Deckard Anlen was about to turn and leave, but stopped when he heard what the other person said.

"Do not."

He frowned, pondering a suitable word.

“I am not representing the Hermès Gallery; I am on vacation.”

"On vacation, and you happen to be in Abu Dhabi?"

Deckard Anlun ignored the interviewer. After so many years in the art market, he had mastered the art of interviewing. No matter what the question was, the key was to only say what he wanted to say.

“I am really looking forward to Gu Weijing’s exhibition. I want to see a unique exhibition. It’s rare in the art industry for an artist who has just turned 20 this year to be able to hold a solo exhibition in a large art museum.”

"Do you think this is due to his work, or his..."

The art critic paused briefly, glancing at the exhibition's promotional board. In the sections for agent and curator, a name stood out prominently.

Deckard Anlen did not answer the question.

He simply said.

“I think that holding an exhibition at the Louvre Abu Dhabi must require dealing with a lot of external pressure, which is definitely an extraordinary test for young artists around 20 years old. The younger generation of artists has a lot of ideas that are completely different from those of us.”

"Actually, I wanted to talk to him more. I think many media outlets felt the same way. It's a pity Mr. Gu couldn't be here today. He's got a really big heart. If I were his age and got this opportunity, I probably..."

Deckard Anlen shrugged meaningfully.

This implies that Gu Weijing's absence from the exhibition was, in his mind, an unprofessional act that showed a lack of respect for the art critics present.

Only a young person who doesn't know the importance of things would do such a thing.

If it were him, he would definitely be more cautious.

"But no matter what, the artwork itself is the most important thing in the exhibition."

……

The exhibition itself is the most important thing in an exhibition.

Deckard Anlen might disagree with this view. He spent a considerable amount of time battling wits with reporters outside, but spent less than five minutes actually at the exhibition itself.

All of the works.

Deckard Anlen had already seen them, but in a different location, the works were airlifted from his studio in Hamburg to the Louvre Abu Dhabi and placed in an elaborately designed display stand, right next to Bellini and Mondrian.

The works are nothing more than the same old works.

No one has the ability to hide a mind-control spell that causes the soul to leave the body inside a canvas.

nobody.

Throughout history, countless people have hurried past museums with works hailed as great, regardless of their profound meaning, ingenious conception, or outstanding brushwork. They are too lazy to even glance at them.

This is no one's fault.

Perhaps it doesn't suit the audience's aesthetic tastes, or perhaps it's not good enough.

Deckard Anlen always felt that it would be more effective if museums simply put up a sign next to the average price of the paintings on display.

"One hundred million dollars" is more effective than the name "William Turner".

Money is the greatest power in the world.

Gu Weijing's works were not enough to make Deckard Antoneau take a second look in his studio, nor could they make him shout "Ah!" and then kneel down and weep bitterly when displayed in the exhibition hall.

Deckard Anlun did not want to leave art critics with the impression that "Deckard Anlun was moved by Gu Weijing's work," "Deckard Anlun gazed at Gu Weijing's work for a long time," or "Deckard Anlun was captivated by Gu Weijing's work."

Not even the slightest space to manipulate ink and brush is allowed.

and so.

He only stayed in Gu Weijing's exhibition for a very short time, took a stroll around, and then left the exhibition hall.

"A fusion of the personality traits of Van Gogh and Dali, an exhibition that transcends itself...bullshit."

Deckard Anron smiled like a newspaper reporter who looked down on his boss for not knowing the truth at all.

fake!

No one in the world knows Superman better than him.

but.

Later, he discovered that Mr. Yang might have been right about one thing: this was an exhibition with a temper.

The so-called "temperamental exhibition" is that it can make people forget about time.

It can shorten a long time.

It can also stretch a very short time into a very long time.

Just like that day in the studio, Deckard Anlun only stayed at Gu Weijing's exhibition for five minutes.

It's different from the art studio.

Deckard Anlen stayed in the studio for five minutes, then walked out as if bitten by a venomous snake, scolded by Sarah and looking utterly dejected, almost shattering his Dao heart on the spot.

this time.

Deckard Anlen stayed in Gu Weijing's exhibition hall for five minutes.

No one criticized him.

However, for the next five hours, ten hours, and several days and nights, Deckard Anlen was trapped in a strange state of confusion.

It felt like someone had stolen my soul.
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"The power of art..."

In a room on the ninth floor of the hotel, a middle-aged man curled up on the sofa and whispered to Robert.

"If you want to write a book about how the power of art can profoundly influence a person, do you have this feeling? It's like being captured by a feeling. You only see it once, and it's firmly rooted to you. You try hard to control yourself from thinking about it, you want to forget it, but the more you think about it, the more you try to think about it, the more profound that feeling becomes in your mind."

"It's unbearably hot, and I can't scratch it."

Superman will die of appendicitis because no mortal doctor's scalpel is sharp enough to cut through Superman's steel body—the most classic DC Universe hellish joke.

"Like that brain worm? Occasionally, you hear a really catchy, addictive lyric in a shopping mall. For a long time afterward, that lyric just keeps playing in your head." Robert thought for a moment.

"Right?"

"It's not the lyrics...it's the melody, it's the whole feeling."

“I won’t describe any of the individual works in that exhibition to you. What attracts me is not the individual works, but the special feeling of all the works connected together.”

"It's not just one painting, but a whole exhibition of art."

Deckard Anlen sighed and said in a childish tone.

"It is a force field."

Deckard Anlen didn't care about brushstrokes; he thought studying brushstrokes was a boring thing.

But that strange feeling lingered in his mind.

During the five minutes he spent at the exhibition, Deckard Anlen didn't feel anything special.

After turning around and leaving.

His mind couldn't help but drift towards Gu Weijing's exhibition. As he walked out of the Louvre, a few thoughts occasionally popped into his head. As he strolled down the street, he couldn't help but think about that exhibition.

While dining at a French restaurant in the city, he couldn't help but think about that exhibition.

He paced back and forth in his hotel room.

He lay on the bed.

He talked to a recent college graduate about the power of art.

Even Deckard Anlun couldn't help but think about Gu Weijing's exhibition.

Sunrise, moonset.

I think about it day and night.

When Anna Elena was in Singapore, she commented on a piece of art, saying that a truly captivating work of art is one that you can feel watching you even when you have your back turned.

How should a truly captivating exhibition be presented?

Perhaps it will no longer be just one or two paintings.

It's more like a feeling of gravity.

Deckard Anlen turned away, struck a pose, and flew into the sky. Two hands appeared out of nowhere in the art exhibition, firmly grasping Superman's red cape.

(End of this chapter)