The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 972 Stimulating the Market
At her own professional level, Nora subconsciously displays a defensive attitude, even towards her husband or son, but professionalism is professionalism, and Nora has her own persistence and pride. She puts on a cape and transforms into Wonder Woman in a second.

Anson noticed it and quickly raised his hands in surrender, "It's just a discussion."

Nora raised her chin slightly, folded her hands across her chest, and made an attitude of "tell me what you want to say".

Anson cleared his throat, "Ah, what's with this sudden entry into professor's classroom spot check mode?" he teased mischievously.

Nora cooperated by pushing her nonexistent glasses and waited patiently for what was to come.

Anson, "I understand your concept. You start with the changes in urban space and present the story to the public in chronological order. At the same time, you also organize the development and evolution of this art clearly, which can help outsiders quickly understand and enter this space."

"But, Mom, do you know the script formula for Hollywood genre movies?"

“In the first three or five minutes, throw out a crisis or conflict. In the process of the protagonist solving it, it can not only grab the audience’s attention, but also show the protagonist’s personality and lay the groundwork.”

“The point is to increase the appeal.”

Nora frowned slightly. "You mean, we should compromise with business? Although the fundamental purpose of planning an art exhibition is still commercial operation, such a naked method may not work in an art exhibition."

Anson shook his head. "If it were the Upper West Side, those elites would call themselves cultured people, and would put on airs and be patient. Even if the exhibition was boring, they couldn't expose their shallowness. On the contrary, the planning couldn't be too superficial or too direct."

"But in the East Village, there's no such airs. If they don't like it, they don't like it. If you don't throw out the big news at the beginning, they won't buy it."

Art?

Anson and Nora were actually discussing art!

Carol knew that she shouldn't make a fuss. If Nora was Anson's mother, it meant that Anson must have been influenced by art since he was a child and should have some accomplishments in art. What's more, they were in a gallery now, so it was normal for the discussion to revolve around art.

However, Carol couldn't control herself, and her mind was full of thoughts.

As soon as she turned around, two colleagues immediately surrounded Carol with gossipy faces. Carol had just handed over the soda and hot milk and was about to put the tray away when they were dragged aside and started whispering about something.

Then, one of the male colleagues with a weird goatee paused and said, "Great, now who can tell me who he is?"

Carol's eyes widened in disbelief. "You don't know him, so what are you talking about with us?"

He said seriously, "It means being sociable. I don't want to be the only one who is excluded in the office. I thought I could find some clues through your discussion, but now it seems that I still need a little help."

"Anson, that's Anson Wood, don't you know him?"

"Do I need to know?"

"Oh my god, what era are you living in, the Jurassic?"

"As a man in his thirties, I have no interest in those vase idols."

As soon as the words came out, the two women said in unison, "He is not a vase."

The man looked at the two women in surprise, like frightened rabbits, "See, this is the situation I was hoping to avoid."

The next second, the three of them shut their mouths and looked at Nora and Anson with horror, fearing that they would alarm them.

Fortunately, they remained focused.

Nora was pondering Anson's words.

To be honest, Nora had to admit that she didn't like others telling her what to do. She had her own expertise. But this time the planning did encounter some challenges. In addition, it was her youngest son who made the suggestion. Those plain and rational words didn't seem so difficult to accept. Nora thought for a moment and said, "You mean, we should pick a highlight from the last part of the exhibition and put it at the front?"

Anson shook his head. "No, if we do that, it would be like spoiling the climax in advance. People would be shocked outside and raise their expectations. If they later find that the exhibition is far below their expectations, they might curse at the exhibition and even affect the overall evaluation."

“We should pick out a work with a distinct personality and impact from the middle stage near the back and put it at the front like a bait.”

“To show the relationship between people and the city through it is also the core value of this exhibition to some extent, but it skips those preparations and grabs the attention of passers-by coming and going at the door in an intuitive and impactful way, awakens their resonance and makes them interested in this exhibition.”

Nora nodded, "We can do this, do you have any suggestions?"

Anson stopped in front of a painting.

Nora followed Anson's gaze and saw a special piece of work:

A steel forest is constructed with bright colors, gorgeous and with a distinct pop style; however, in the center of the forest, there is a small gray figure that is lost.

There is no doubt that this is a work with visual impact, presenting the hustle and bustle of a modern city with colors; but if you look closely, you can notice the gray figure that is almost submerged in the colors, and then look more carefully, you can see gray figures in the shadows of endless interlaced colors, just like the elves hidden in the grass in "My Neighbor Totoro", which can only be discovered by careful people.

Colors steal all the visual and auditory senses.

Although the work is still immature, its impact can be felt.

"Interesting choice." Nora showed some appreciation.

Anson admired it carefully. "I like the sense of lines in the colors. So, how much does this painting cost?"

Nora's face was full of surprise.

Anson, "Hey, my New York apartment is missing a painting, at least I can support my mother's work with some practical action."

Nora smiled. "I don't think I have any reason to refuse. This painting was created by a young artist who is new to the art world and has not yet made a name for himself. This painting is priced at five thousand dollars."

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "So low?"

Nora, “This could be his rent for half a year.”

Anson glanced at the creator's name, "Sebastian-Orsino", indeed, a young artist he had never heard of.

"What a name." Anson's smile rose. "Shakespeare lover?"

Sebastian, Orsino, these names all come from William Shakespeare's early work "Twelfth Night". Anyone who is careful can tell at a glance that this is a stage name.

Nora shrugged slightly. "Shakespeare may be very important in the fields of film and drama, but in the field of painting, sorry, son, I don't think his name carries enough weight."

Anson chuckled as well, "Maybe that's why he doesn't get much attention. People don't even know the meaning behind the name."

Nora, “I’m glad he didn’t at least have a name like Banksy.”

Anson did not hide his surprise, "Oh, Mom, you know Banksy too?"

Nora exhaled lightly, "His art is not my field, but when I went to London to curate this exhibition, I appreciated his first official exhibition."

(End of this chapter)