"I paid the rent!"
"Your auction house must bear full responsibility!"
“Apologise to the highest standards of compensation!!”
The painters who were the most noisy on the steps stood on their tiptoes, spitting on the faces of the media reporters and the person in charge of the auction house.
"Sir, do you think the responsibility for this incident lies with..." a reporter said.
"The academics are chasing us! Ah! They are chasing us here!!" A young man screamed nervously, grabbed the reporter's shoulders and shook him violently, scaring him so much that his face turned pale.
.
"Artists are like this. If you don't take a rest first, there will be nothing to interview..." The staff next to him quickly smoothed things over and pulled him away.
"What's going on?"
"Someone burned their paintings. I heard it was a policeman."
"Is the issue of low artistic standards now under the jurisdiction of the Police and Security Bureau?"
There are more and more onlookers nearby.
One reporter was the first to give up communicating with those painters whose emotions had fallen into extreme extremes. He focused on the dozen or so painters sitting on the steps who looked a little calmer.
"Mr. Clovid, what are your plans next?" The reporter chose the painter who seemed to be the leader.
The painter Claudius, who was sitting on the steps with his legs spread and his head hanging down, said in a somewhat hollow tone: "You are murdering, you are murdering art... Just wait, we will combine all the hints of those who were not selected at the Salon.
Famous painter, file a lawsuit against the Ufranser Police Department to the Imperial Court."
Hearing such a powerful statement, the reporter's eyes lit up and he quickly signaled to his assistant: "Write it down, they are going to suggest that the painters murdered the police department of Ufranser..."
"Mr. Male, are you satisfied with the compensation that has been negotiated so far?" Another reporter was also interviewing.
The painter named Marais has a full beard, and his hands are holding several bundles of canvas rolls lying across his thighs - these seem to be works that he has not yet had time to hang up.
He didn't answer the question here, muttering to himself. Before each sentence, he would grin and sneer like a machine: "Haha, the popularity of my paintings is sluggish. It's true that I can't sell it for a price. Haha, just forget it if you say the auction house doesn't like it.
, what does it mean to burn them?”
"Sir, we didn't burn the paintings." A brown-coated gentleman who looked like an auction house executive was dealing with the hysterically roaring painters, but he couldn't help but turn around and correct him.
"Haha, you instigated others to burn my paintings." The bearded Malai lowered his head and kept mumbling.
"...No such thing, we are also victims, sir." The gentleman in brown looked helpless.
"Haha, you call the police to come and burn my paintings..."
"Sir, we really don't know him."
"Haha, you were the one who called the police to burn the paintings..."
"I called the police to put out the fire after it burned. I didn't ask the police to burn the painting, sir.
"Haha, the police dispatched so quickly."
"..."
"Mr. Marais, what kind of compensation are they going to offer for the burned paintings?" A gentle male voice sounded.
The bearded man sitting on the steps lowered his head and paid no attention.
"How many of your exhibitions were involved in the fire?"
"Are you all good at drawing hints?"
"At the end of last year, I led the collection of Mr. Claude Claude's "The Houses of Parliament in the Fog", which cost 265 pounds, and a small scene of yours which cost 117 pounds."
When Fan Ning tried to change this sentence, Marais finally raised his head, and Claudius next to him also turned around.
"Can I see the painting you are holding?" Fan Ning asked again.
The bearded man tilted his head to the lower side, looked at the contents of the rolled up canvas, then took out a roll and slowly unfolded it.
""Concert after Lunch"?" Fan Ning mentally read the title in the corner.
There are layers of dark trees in the forest. There are fruit baskets, flowers and music sheets on the grass covered with white cloth. Two formally dressed gentlemen are playing the violin. A naked lady is sitting opposite holding a guitar. In the distance is a winding road.
In the stream, there is also a lady with her clothes taken off, standing in the stream holding her hair.
The two little girls tilted their heads in confusion, and Qiong leaned into her best friend's ear and whispered: "Xilan, although this painting is very beautiful, why do I feel... so..."
Sheeran also quietly asked: "Is it because the human body is painted on it?"
"Yes and no." Qiong's face rubbed against Sheeran's hair, "Nude paintings are very common in Beigeism or in the past, and many religious scenes are also involved, but I can't tell what I feel about this one...
"
Fan Ning took a few steps back, narrowed his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and slowly outlined three nested irregular triangles in the air, staggered up and down, from near to far, from large to small.
Then he took a few steps back and forth, changing the relative position of the sun to himself and the painting, and continued to squint at the painting.
"What is he doing?" Seeing the scroll being unfolded, several reporters had noticed Fan Ning and were puzzled by his actions.
"Look at the relationship between the composition and the perception of colors under various light intensities." There were more painters with strange colors in their eyes.
After finishing the gesture, Fan Ning stepped forward, grabbed a corner of the canvas, and folded the back forward. A dark red letter in the Hoffmann language, shaped like an "R", came into view.
"You are an expert... collector? Art critic? What should I call you? You are not from an auction house, right?"
Although Fan Ning didn't say a word, these few actions made the painter Marais stand up from the steps and asked a series of short sentences.
Fan Ning slowly commented: "If you want to draw the human body, either all the characters will be without clothes, or the rest will serve as a blurred background, or the allusions with a strong religious flavor will be quoted. The skin must be painted layer by layer with translucent paint to create a
Classical soft light... You put the human body and the gentleman in a life scene at the same time. Academics will definitely find it rude."
"You think so too?" the bearded man asked aloud.
"I saw solid and stable multiple images, strong and pleasant light and shadow effects, leisurely and flowing emotional pictures, and attempts to break through the traditional narrative context." Fan Ning smiled slightly, "Art pursues rigorous techniques and freedom.
There is a consistent logic, but there is no standardized format and space... I am Carolne Van Ning. Music is my main occupation, and I am glad to meet you."
In fact, before talking to Malai, Fan Ning had already understood the basic situation from other staff members.
The biannual Salon Exhibition of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Theoline has just ended. This time, the number of works submitted reached a new high. However, due to various reasons such as venue and aesthetics, only a quarter of the more than 4,500 works were selected. They are
A group of painters among the more than 3,000 works that were not selected.
These academic artists determine what is good art. They have mastered almost all the valuable awards given to artists, as well as the most authoritative channels for exposing and selling paintings... Young artists very much hope to be favored by the academy, and a
The most direct and basic criterion for the success or failure of a work is whether it can be selected for the salon exhibitions of several art academies in the empire.
Over the past few hundred years, the Salon exhibition system has developed very maturely in Tioline. The "guide manual" produced by it is used by artists, critics, curators, patrons, collectors, art institutions and citizens.
The primary reading book that readers must refer to, its judging system is established by officials appointed by the government, and its exhibition judging committee members are composed of academic artists.
It is up to them to decide which paintings are eliminated and which ones are selected. Whether the selected paintings are hung at eye level where they are easier to see or hung high near the ceiling.
The red "R"-shaped letter means that the work has been unsuccessful after submission, which will directly affect the market price of the work, so this is called the "kiss of death" by painters and collectors.
About half of this group of artists were in the suggestive style, and there were also some genre painters, sculptors and printmakers, or those who had made some innovations in the academic style. After losing the selection, they organized themselves and came to Ufland.
Searle raised some funds and rented the venue of Prudence Auction House, hoping to prove himself and at the same time accumulate some admirers or sell some works - the art flow here is far less than that of academic salon exhibitions, but
It is also one of the best among the city's private platforms.
The name "Salon for the Losers" connotes self-deprecation and disobedience to authority.
Unexpectedly, the painting was burned on the first day of the event.
After Fan Ning stated his position and introduced himself, someone next to him started talking quietly.
"I seem to have heard of this name... By the way, he should be the budding young composer Ufranser."
"Composer? Not a collector?...Then how come he is so knowledgeable? He even knew the first reference to 'Kiss of Death'?"
After shaking hands with several painters who came up, Fan Ning asked: "Are you interested in going to the Turner Art Museum for an exhibition?"
"Turner Art Museum?..." Many of the painters thought it sounded familiar and began to search their memories. "It seems that they heard this name several years ago, but then it disappeared..." The Claude suddenly recalled it, his eyes
Yi Liang, "Are you?"
"Vincent Van Nin is my father."
"I know Vincent!" the bearded painter Marais suddenly said excitedly, "I copied his "On the Air and Warmth of the Fields" painted in 894 three times and at least ten times..."
Clovid said: "I was deeply impressed by works such as "West of the Sun", "A Glimpse of the Broken Wall", "The Tree with the Broken Window", "The River of Silver Mirrors", "Twilight and the Wall on the Mountain Top", "Dense Fog at the Winter Pier", etc.
To be continued...