Chapter 58 Tools to stimulate desire

Author: Apricot and Pear

Chapter 58 Tools to stimulate desire

Anna's fingertips carefully brushed over the surface of the illustration.

Her blue eyes stared at the drawing paper in her hand for a long time.

Except for the occasional blinking of her eyes and the gentle movements of her fingertips, the audience was left wondering whether she had turned into a perfect ice sculpture.

No one spoke in the studio, and the photographer gave Anna a long silent shot, only occasionally switching to a close-up shot of her side face.

In short videos, such lens language is rarely used.

Nowadays, self-media videos that provide fans and audiences with fragmented time to watch pay attention to every inch of time and every inch of gold.

There are new hot spots every second, and the more exaggerated the content, the better.

After all, people in today's society are too busy. Even when watching a popcorn movie, many people have to read the "Pay attention, this man..." series of commentary online.

The process of oil painting appreciation itself is actually not interesting.

The audience comes here for excitement. If you put a long shot like an art film here, you are guaranteed to turn off the video after everyone curses.

However, Mr. Hyperion, the world's number one internet celebrity, does exactly that in his new million-dollar video.

Thomas seems confident about what audiences will want to see.

There is no BGM, no dialogue, and no subtitles like "2000 years later." as is customary on YouTube for this kind of clips, and then the clip is skipped away.

Time passed by quietly minute by minute.

The real-time refresh rate of comments in the discussion chat room on the right has slowed down at this moment.

It's not because the number of viewers is shrinking, but because the iceberg girl in the wheelchair seems to have a solemn power when viewing the painting, which makes the audience suddenly become quiet.

They were afraid that their rash words would break the statue of the goddess made of ice.

Her beauty carries an oppressive aura that makes people unconsciously want to hold their breath.

The stunningly beautiful girl - this image really has the power to penetrate men and women and communicate between China and foreign countries.

If someone hates this scene, it's just because she's not pretty enough.

Not only Taro Komatsu and Tsunamasa Sakai in front of the video were swaying and couldn't help themselves.

Even beauties like the Sakai mother and daughter are staring at the camera in the video with appreciative eyes.

"If I can ask her to be my model, I will definitely be able to paint a very good work." Sakai Katsuko said slowly.

"This little girl has a fairy-tale beauty."

Mrs. Sakai thought for a while and finally found the right rhetoric.

An old manor covered with green vines, an ancient and quiet old-school studio, and a beautiful girl wearing a gauze crown.

Everything in front of me has the unreal fairy tale quality of a dream, like a page torn from "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and fallen into the world.

The photographer's lens moved towards Anna's side face.

As she spent more time admiring the paintings, the ice sculptures began to melt and their expressions became more vivid than ever.

Sometimes the girl will purse her lips and twitch her eyelashes, as if she is seeing something that makes her happy.

Sometimes he would frown inexplicably, and his face would turn frosty again. It was not the kind of coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away, but seemed to be a bit sad for his misfortune and angry at him.

She gritted her teeth lightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into an exclamation between her lips and teeth.

"A hopeless idiot!"

Anna finally put down the magnifying glass and carefully put the drawing paper into the frame.

As a result, many comrades in the comment area who didn't understand what was going on couldn't accept it immediately.

"Wow, this girl looked so cold and charming just now."

"Can anyone explain to me what's wrong with this young lady?"

“Is this good or bad!!!”

"At this point, do you really still care about whether the painting is good or not? It's just a painting. Why does she look like she is lovelorn?"

"I can't accept it. I hate this painter."

…

Thomas saw Anna put away the picture frame, put the magnifying glass and other tools back into the tool box, and took off the silk gloves on her hands.

"Miss Elena, can we continue shooting? Do you need to take a moment to look at other paintings?"

Thomas indicated that he was not in a hurry.

"No need."

Anna had no interest in looking at other works. After putting the drawing paper back into the frame, she quickly returned to her cold appearance.

Frost refreezes.

It was as if the rich expressions on his face just now were all an illusion.

"My fourth choice from the bottom...Which avant-garde illustrator did you invite? Elton Byrne, Jerry Dunstan, or DeJon Vandoorne?"

Anna randomly named a few names from her mouth.

Thomas looked a little surprised. He turned his head and looked at the staff beside him.

"Uh...how did you know? Sorry. Miss Elena, according to our agreement..."

"According to the agreement, I should not know the specific painter until the final result is announced."

Anna interrupted Thomas.

"Don't worry, no one has told me the identity of the painter in private. There are only a few artists in today's illustration world who have superb artistic skills but like to engage in these nihilistic painting styles. Guessing their identity is like

It’s just as easy to tell the color number of a paint.”

"It's the artist Mr. DeJon Vandoorne."

"I'm not surprised."

Anna handed Thomas an illustration from one of the four frames.

It was a blackened palm with six fingers. Its theme was made up of messy scraps of paper, and the paper outside the palm was a large stack of letters.

It was probably "Hyperion store.com", but it was completely unrecognizable.

Not only do the words themselves vary in color, ranging from yellow to bright purple, it looks dizzying.

Moreover, the letters are crooked and have a unique design.

One of the letters P is not only very huge, but the arc above it is tilted and twisted up and down, forming a figure 8 with a small top and a big bottom, while the straight line going down crookedly runs through the entire picture.

If we say that homeless people graffiti make people laugh or cry when they see it.

So the biggest impression of this painting is nothingness, chaos, and the regular overlapping of meaningless lines.

The whole picture presents an art style that makes people confused.

"What is this...why I can't understand it at all."

"Uh, Mr. Hyperion really didn't put the wrong picture? Are the previous pictures really the same subject? I felt dizzy after looking at it for a while."

"Wow, it's really cool. This painting is amazing. Haven't you heard of Van Doorn? I really like the clothes he designs. I have a 500 euro co-branded coat."

A new quarrel quickly broke out in the comments section with this painting as the theme.

Some people don't understand it, and some people think it's really cool.

Anna didn't seem to be interested in appreciating the painting. She just glanced at the painting and commented with a lack of interest.

"Many people think that Van Doorn is a very talented painter and a genius in color composition. This painting is also a classic Van Doorn style, with full colors, design view, and good lines, but..."

"But you don't like him, right? Are you prejudiced against him? I know it."

The security guard, who had not been active as a fan during the filming process, suddenly interrupted.

Thomas looked at the bearded uncle strangely: "What are you talking about?"

"I really like Mr. Vandoorne's trendy clothes."

The bearded uncle seems to be Van Dorn's fanboy.

He didn't have time to be surprised when he heard that this painting was actually a work by Van Dorn.

Miss Anna actually eliminated the artistic master in her mind so early. The security officer seemed a little unable to accept it.

"But I know that some art critics hate Van Doorn very much and slander him because of some unsubstantiated facts..."

"Because of rumors, he once said at a cocktail party -" Anna didn't seem to care about the attack by the beard. She turned her head and explained to the camera interface, "-women are just tools to stimulate his desire to paint."

"Yes, I do hate him. What reason do I have to like him?"

Anna said coldly: "Who does he think he is - 007 on a mission? Sorry, he is just a fat and ugly old white man, and now even James Bond doesn't dare to talk like that."

"He said that women are just tools to stimulate his desire. Van Dorn is obviously very self-aware on this point. Because if you look at his face on the other hand, not only will it not inspire any desire in me, it will only make me

I want to vomit."

"But the reason why I want to eliminate his paintings has nothing to do with personal perception, and it has everything to do with art."
Chapter completed!