President Zhou came here for something. Seeing that the two of them really didn't need to take care of themselves, he nodded and said, "Okay, you guys can take a look around." Chen Xing looked around to see the layout of the hall.
In addition to the many painters you see as soon as you come in, there are paintings hanging on the walls here. Most of them are oil paintings. They are all here regardless of the sect. However, the author of the painting is indicated with an iron label under the painting.
Hmm...not a bad level. Seeing that Chen Xing was also interested in painting, John said to Chen Xing: "Do you also study art?"
"Fortunately, she and photography are both a kind of art." In fact, among the modern painting schools, there is one called photorealism, which is to express the painting as if it were captured by a camera.
If the top works of this genre were placed in a photography studio or in a geographical magazine, no one would think it was a painting.
Chen Xing admired him very much. But don't understand. As a photographer with a certain understanding of art, Chen Xing believes that the art of photography lies in recording reality and retaining memories.
The art of painting lies in expressing things that cannot be seen by the human eye, or expressing what is in your heart.
Draw a work that looks exactly like reality, so why not just take a photo? Look at Chen Xing's understanding. If he really learns oil painting, he will probably move towards the Impressionist style.
John didn't know much about art. He was familiar with this place because he was a member here and had a certain personal relationship with the president of the Paris Art Guild.
John led Chen Xing inside and said as he walked: "Yes, they are all art, but the art of photography is definitely more useful than painting. Think about it, if the world's civilization is eradicated, what will happen to future human beings? For archeology, what would be more useful?" Chen Xing thought for a while and said, "Then photography should be more useful." Old John is too arrogant. Is this the retired university president?
It’s all art, so what else is more useful? John patted Chen Xing's shoulder with his right hand and said with satisfaction, "Here we are, right here. We have collected the most satisfying works of 268 top photographers in the world. They are all original prints and signed by themselves. ." The room they entered was covered with washed-out photos, and they were classified by the overall tone of the photos, so they looked consistent and wouldn't feel confusing.
If you were far away, you might have thought it was some kind of art work. Only when you get closer do you realize that these works are all photos of different times and styles.
Style is something that may seem abstract to outsiders, but it does exist in the hands of any artist.
There are too many photos of the same tone here. If an ordinary tourist comes in, he probably won't be able to tell the difference. He only knows that these photographers take beautiful photos.
But after seeing a lot of photography, my aesthetics has been refined. You can know that every photo here is very different, and this difference is the photographer's own style.
"Where's the signature?" Chen Xing searched for a long time but couldn't find the signature. He also wanted to see who took these photos.
"The signatures are all at the back of the photo. You can look at the number label and look for the name here." John took something like a flyer from the table on one side and handed it to Chen Xing. It had the number, name, and title of the work on it.
Chen Xing found a photo he liked on the wall, wrote down the number and looked for it on this piece of paper.
"81...Australian photographer Crawford...a huge crowd?" The name of this photo is actually called "a huge crowd"?
So apt. This catalog is written in French, and The Crowd was translated by Chen Xing based on beaucoupdegens.
Chen Xing looked back at the photo. The scene captured by photographer Crawford was in an alley street on a rainy night. There are old buildings on both sides, European buildings with a very urban atmosphere. In the middle are people holding umbrellas, but only they can be seen holding up umbrellas. holding umbrella.
Umbrellas of various colors are densely packed, and you can imagine that the people below are also densely packed. The photo is gray-blue, with exquisite details, dim light, and contrast between warm and cold...
"Sure enough, they are all masterpieces." Chen Xing praised. John himself is also watching. He often comes here to admire other people's works. If he sees a style that he wants to imitate, he goes to the guild to find the photographer's portfolio.
After hearing what Chen Xing said, John said: "Xing, continue to stick to your style. If you encounter a good opportunity, your works will be placed here." You can have your own understanding of art instead of simply If you imitate, then you are a very powerful photographer. He saw such potential in Chen Xing's previous works.
President Zhou suddenly came in from the door and said, "I didn't disturb you, did I?"
"No, president, are you finished?"
"Don't call me president, I'm just vice president, and I'm still one of them." He said as he walked over.
"Are you also a photographer?" Chen Xing nodded and replied, "Yes."
"No wonder John will bring you here. I will give you a pass in a moment. You can come and visit at any time in the future. Seeing more good works is a very important learning process for both painters and photographers. .”
"Hey! Hey! Coburn, I didn't bring Xing here to let him learn!"
"Huh?" President Zhou didn't understand. What do you mean? John tidied his hair with his hands and said proudly: "You don't understand. Chen Xing's works are no worse than anyone here. There are already several works that can be considered masterpieces. If he meets one suitable for his photography, If he has a style of scenery, then it would be no problem to put his works in this room." Chairman Zhou was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
Is it that good? He looked at Chen Xing who was a little embarrassed. He seems to be just a young man in his 20s, and if you want to become a master of photography and have your own style, you need experience and connotation. Does he have this at this age?
As one of the several vice-presidents of the Art Association, although he is not proficient in photography, he at least has some understanding of it.
There are more and more people who can take good-looking photos. Some Internet celebrity photographers who are very popular on YouTube can take very good photos in their teens, but that has nothing to do with becoming a photography master. Without suitable experience, those Internet celebrity photographers Teachers will never be able to produce master-level works in their lifetime.
If it's true as John said, then Chen Xing is a bit powerful. John is a friend I met when he was traveling in the United States. He is the former president of Drexel University. He should not brag about a young man like this for a membership spot.
"Chen Xing, can you show me the photos you took?"
"Of course." Chen Xing found the saved photos in his phone and handed them to President Zhou, saying, "Just scroll down. The first four are the ones I'm most satisfied with." These four are Chen Xing's photos so far. Representative work.
John also stood up and said to President Zhou: "My favorite is this one. The beautiful wooden buildings in the East are so beautiful together. They can bring light to people like fireflies in the wilderness." Zhou Hui One long slide, and another.
He stayed on the photo "The Power of Faith" for the longest time. After looking through the four photos mentioned by Chen Xing, he returned to this photo and said: "I like this photo, an ordinary old man with faith in his heart." , you can see your own God in his eyes." The two began to argue about which picture was better.
Although President Zhou Jiahao is the president of the Art Association and one of the elders in the modern oil painting world, he is not a professional student of photography after all.
After John mentioned several professional terms and the difficulty of shooting, he gave up and returned the phone to Chen Xing.
"If this photo of yours were an oil painting, it would definitely be a rare masterpiece in modern times. I saw God in this old man's eyes. Oh my God, it's really magical." President Zhou is obviously a believer in Christianity, and God is in him There is only one in my eyes.
"Thank you." Chen Xing said politely.
"You're welcome. We have the same motherland and should take care of each other. You're here to study, right? At which school?" He mentioned this question, and John suddenly interjected: "By the way, Xing, after we separated yesterday, I thought It’s been a long time since you said you regretted not going to college, so why not go to college while you’re still young?”
"Now..." Chen Xing said awkwardly,
"But I forgot a lot of knowledge I learned before, so I shouldn't be able to pass the exam, right?" It's a pity. But if he were to give up the free life he had now and go to school for four years, that would be torture.
Now he wants to go wherever he wants, and the system will occasionally send out some travel expenses, and some skills that require hard study to learn.
If anyone can really give up this life and study for a few years. Then Chen Xing could only say one word of admiration.
"The art majors in France have little to do with cultural achievements. Recently, the art departments of many schools have been recruiting students, and many of them have opened photography departments, such as the Ecole des Beaux-Arts, the Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs, and the University of Paris 8. ..." President Zhou realized that Chen Xing did not go to college and was self-taught.
He immediately said: "I am a professor at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts. The artistic atmosphere here is very good. You are welcome to come to our school."
"But I don't want to..."
"Xing, I understand your concerns," John said,
"Do you know how many art students study in Paris every year? There are tens of thousands of artists from all over the world. Some of them are already thirty or forty years old. Why are they willing to come to study?"
"Why?"
"Because many photography schools in Paris are different from those in the United States. You don't have to stay in school all day. Some schools even teach online. You only need to submit a portfolio of your work every semester." Online teaching?
Then hand in an assignment every semester?
"So simple?" Chen Xing blurted out. President Zhou shook his head and said: "No, this is not simple. John just told you that there are tens of thousands of people from all over the world who come to France to study art every year, and each of them is a leader in their respective countries. , if you want to get this kind of treatment, you have to stand out from countless peers. This is not easy, it is difficult, very difficult." Chen Xing habitually put his hand on his chin and started thinking.
John said: "Don't worry, think carefully. At least I think this is the most suitable path for you. And with the help of the school, the good works you took will have a better exhibition platform. Otherwise, with your own Work hard, it will take longer to succeed." Chen Xing's eyes lit up.
Yes, school is the background! And it does not restrict freedom, which is what Chen Xing values most. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'm willing to give it a try...but my visa only lasts for ten days. Is it enough?"
"It's enough, and the visa is very easy." Chairman Zhou said. Paris welcomes all artists and all future artists who come to study.
If Chen Xing can successfully enroll in any art college, let alone changing a small visa, it is estimated that settling in Paris will not be a problem.
Seeing that his old friend also cared so much about Chen Xing, John said, "You want Chen Xing to enter your school, right?"
"Why not? The Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris is the best art school in France, and France is the birthplace of art. Star, believe me, come to our school, and I will introduce you to the School of Photography, and they will definitely be happy too. You’re welcome.”
"I know them. The photography department of your college is a bunch of old antiques." John obviously knew those people, and he couldn't stand them.
John introduced Chen Xing to several well-known universities with photography schools. Chen Xing didn't know any of them, but he thought they were awesome.
Can I go to this kind of school? Anyway, give it a try, it won’t make any difference. John asked for four of Chen Xing's original works and helped Chen Xing register for the photography school. However, Zhou Jiahao was not very satisfied with John's approach... The Paris Academy of Fine Arts is very proud. If you know that Chen Xing has given many art academies If you have submitted a work, the interview will be more strict.
All in all, Chen Xing's purpose in Paris has changed. When going back, John had something to do and ran away in a hurry. Chen Xing could only take the subway back alone.
Before leaving, John told Chen Xing: "Don't go to other places alone. Public security is not good in many places in France. Go back and find your tour guide to go out together."
"Okay, if you have something to do, go and do it first." An American actually said that the security in Paris was poor. John smiled and patted Chen Xing on the shoulder and walked towards the crowd.
Chen Xing looked at the time and saw that it was still early. He looked at many stalls selling paintings nearby before turning around and leaving, taking the subway back to his apartment.
In fact, Chen Xing was not familiar with the whole of Paris, but the room he rented was in the Fourth District, and he regarded it as his home. At least several French people he knew confirmed that the security of the Fourth District was at least no problem.
The subway had just passed one stop. When the subway stopped, a girl hurriedly walked from the car in front to Chen Xing's car.
I saw a tall, handsome, and kind-looking handsome guy staring at me. Xie Siyan breathed a sigh of relief and walked to stand behind Chen Xing.
Chen Xing thought she looked familiar. He looked at her and thought for a while, then asked in Chinese: "Latiao?"
