After only forty minutes, Chen Xing came out of here.
"I don't understand, I don't understand!" Chen Xing was already confused when he saw those oil paintings with rich colors but shapeless images in the Orsay Museum. Chen Xing couldn't understand the modern art here.
He is very sensitive to color and knows what the painter wants to express. But can ordinary people understand it?
He doesn't really like this kind of work, but he can understand that it's really incomprehensible to charge a fee to visit a piece of torn paper with a few holes cut out.
"It's okay if you can't understand it. In fact, we can't understand it either, but many rich people like this kind of art, and there are a lot of tourists." Abel said while walking with his hands behind his back.
"We call these three major museums understandable, in between understandable and incomprehensible, and completely incomprehensible." Chen Xing shook his head and said: "I didn't pay for it anyway, so it doesn't matter if you can't understand. It’s an eye-opener.” If these can be admitted into museums, can my works also be admitted into museums?
......... Chen Xing spent the next two days visiting museums. I had heard that there were many Chinese cultural relics in the Louvre, but now I can't see much when I go in. I don't know where they are hidden.
He mainly looks at photographs that have been collected. He had never thought before that photos could be openly displayed in museums and viewed by others. Some works were not as good as his own photos no matter where they were viewed.
This gave Chen Xing a lot of confidence. Such photos can be put into museums, so if I can get admitted to the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris based on photos, there should be no problem, right?
The Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris is ranked very high in the world, and when it comes to art schools, no matter how the outside world ranks it, the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris will always be number one. If you can graduate from here, Chen Xing will not be embarrassed to talk about his academic qualifications when he goes out. .
The first round of review went quickly. On the seventh day, Chen Xing received the interview notice. Abel came all the way from home to cheer Chen Xing on.
A few days have passed since Chen Xing hired her, but the two have become relatively good friends. It was such a big deal for Chen Xing to go to the Academy of Fine Arts for an interview, so she would definitely come over to take a look.
Knock on the door. Chen Xing has already changed his clothes. He is wearing a casual black denim suit. He looks thin, but with obvious muscle contours, he can easily hold up the heroic spirit of the suit.
Long-term outdoor walking has made Chen Xing's cheeks a little thinner, but his facial features are more three-dimensional. In Abel's opinion, he is also more handsome.
"You are so handsome today!" she said from the bottom of her heart. Chen Xing straightened his collar and said a little proudly: "You are so complimentary." But his expression showed at a glance that he was satisfied with what Abel said.
"Look at your expression! He has betrayed you." Abel has become immune to Chen Xing's insincere words. She has completely recognized this person through the past few days of contact.
Chen Xing laughed twice, checked his ID again, and did not invite Abel to sit in the room. He walked out and closed the door, saying, "Are you here specifically to see me off?"
"Well, I drove my dad's car." Abel shook the Citroen car key in his hand.
"Okay, it's a lot more convenient. At least you don't have to squeeze into the subway." The traffic situation in Paris is not bad. The only road section that may be congested is the big roundabout at the Arc de Triomphe. Chen Xing passes there every time during this period. , you can always see various vehicles lined up there.
After getting in the car, Abel asked: "Why do I feel that you are so relaxed?"
"Then how nervous should I be? Don't worry, even if it doesn't work here, there will be interviews at several colleges later." He looked at many photographic artworks that could be seen in Paris, but Chen Xing always felt that they were not as good as his... He doesn't know what others look like, but if he despises his own work, then there is no reason to convince others to like his work?
When Abel heard what Chen Xing said, he nodded and said: "Well, after you there will be the School of Decorative Arts and the 8th College of Paris... In fact, our school is not bad, but it is not as good as these schools."
"Well, if one doesn't work, just go to the next one." The cultivation of self-confidence is really important. Chen Xing knew before that he was good at photography, but he didn't know what exactly he was good at or where he fell short compared to other people's works.
After staying in Paris for so long and visiting many museums with photography works, Chen Xing's whole temperament is different from before.
If the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris doesn’t accept me, it’s definitely not my problem, it’s probably because they are blind.
If you don’t admit yourself, who else can you admit? Those masters in modern museums? When the car stopped near the school, Chen Xing saw many artists with long hair or beards. Some of them were older, but they were not as exaggerated as John said. They were only in their thirties at most.
Chen Xing looked up at the college's sign. eationalesuperieuredesbeaux-arts.
Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris. There were crowds of people and noisy voices around. If everyone hadn't dressed neatly in order to leave a good impression on the interviewer, the scene here would be no different from a domestic vegetable market.
After coming to Paris for so long, this was the first time that Chen Xing saw such a dense crowd. Although Chen Xing was already prepared, he was still stunned for a moment.
Abel was also shocked when she saw this scene. Looking at Chen Xing who was in a daze, she patted Chen Xing on the shoulder, then hugged him gently and said, "Don't worry too much, come on."
"Thank you." Chen Xing also came to his senses. It's actually normal. This is the Paris Academy of Fine Arts. It recruits not only art students from Paris, but also young artists from all over the world. Countless artists gather here, so there are only so many people.
In terms of admission difficulty, it is estimated to be a hundred times more difficult than Huamei. Chen Xing looked at his phone, which showed the time of Chen Xing's interview.
This is quite good. Each student has a set interview time, so that he can know when he will come and does not have to wait here all the time.
Chen Xing said goodbye to Abel and walked in by himself. He was in a good mood. Seeing that the time was not up for him, he took out his mobile phone and listened to some music for a while. Recently, he became obsessed with Jay Chou's songs again. There are always a few months every year that he only thinks Jay Chou's songs are good, and other songs are not good. It's all rubbish.
The time was coming, and Chen Xing was waiting at the door of the office where the interview was held. After a few more minutes, Chen Xing heard someone inside calling his name in French. He put down his phone, took two deep breaths and pushed the door open.
There were five people sitting side by side inside. They were in their thirties to fifty years old, four men and one woman. The photography industry is not very friendly to women, so it is rare to see particularly famous female photographers.
Chen Xing nodded slightly and said, "Good morning, fellow interviewers."
