First Film Chapter 1 Fauvism
T Art Museum is an art museum established by the Art College of T City University. Although it covers a small area, it has a long history of more than 100 years.
The museum is open all year round, and almost half of the exhibitions are for young artists. Especially during graduation season, the museum will successively exhibit works by graduates from major art academies across the country.
The person in charge of the art museum is very good at management. These graduates' works will be sold at a price while being exhibited . Since they are not from famous artists, the prices are not high. People often buy the works they like directly when they see them - most of the profits go to the authors, and the art museum will charge a corresponding fee from it.
As a result, college and graduate students from many art colleges across the country are happy to send their works to T Art Museum for exhibition. If they are lucky enough to sell them, they can also make a profit.
"In this way, the works in this art gallery will become even more unstable. The paintings on display in the morning may be sold in the afternoon, and new works will be added soon." Qin Ci was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the art gallery at this time, looking at the various avant-garde display stands and works in the hall.
Ke Xun and Wei Dong met Qin Ci by chance in front of the vending machine in the art museum. It was very hot today and people couldn't help wanting to drink water.
After experiencing the previous painting, everyone refused to drink any processed beverages, and now the three of them each held a bottle of mineral water.
"These works are so fluid, so we don't have to worry about it," Ke Xun took a few sips of the slightly cool water, "Let's stay constant in the face of change."
"Have you just entered the museum?" Qin Ci asked.
Wei Dong nodded: "We asked students from T University about this. The location of this small art gallery is quite hidden."
Qin Ci looked around at the small exhibition halls and said, "I have looked around here, but I can't find Hall K."
Ke Xunweidong found it strange. This art museum was not very big, so where could an exhibition hall be hidden?
Qin Ci picked up the invitation letter in his hand and took a look at it: "It is Hall K, yes, but this art museum has a total of ten halls. Arranged alphabetically, Hall K should be the 11th hall."
Most of the people coming and going in the exhibition hall are students from the Academy of Fine Arts. Some of them are wearing T-shirts with the museum's logo. They must be volunteers helping out here.
As they were about to ask someone, a volunteer girl with ponytails came over and said with a warm smile, "Are you here to see the exhibition? Today's works are very rich, bringing together excellent works from four universities! If you want to learn more about these works, I can give you a brief explanation."
"Thank you very much. We would like to know if there is a K exhibition hall here?" Qin Ci asked.
"It seems that you are all familiar with today's exhibition. Hall K is an exhibition hall we temporarily added because there are too many exhibits in the past two days~" The girl shrugged her shoulders and smiled cutely, "Everyone, follow me."
I didn’t expect an exhibition hall to be so complicated. I also don’t know how the person behind this game obtained the information about the exhibits in advance.
Without giving it much thought, everyone followed the girl to the backyard of the art gallery, walked around the stone tables and chairs for guests to rest, and arrived at the door of an old-style building.
The girl smiled and said, "This place was originally for guests to rest, but because there were too many works, it was temporarily converted into an exhibition hall yesterday."
The girl was about to lead everyone in, but the three of them waved their hands at the same time: "Well... no need to lead us, let's go by ourselves."
The girl was still very enthusiastic: "The works in the K exhibition hall are very unique. If we divide them by factions, the works in this exhibition hall are a tribute to the Fauvism, and can even be said to be a revival of the Fauvism."
Fauvism - I guess the next painting will be pretty awesome.
The three of them didn't want to drag this innocent girl into the painting. Ke Xun smiled sheepishly: "Thank you very much for leading us, girl, but we still want to go to the bathroom first."
The girl smiled understandingly: "Please go ahead, everyone. I sincerely hope that you will enjoy today's exhibition."
Wei Dong added: "I think the front hall may need you more, after all, there are more guests in the front."
"Okay, if you need anything, feel free to come find me in the front hall. My name is Ye Ningchenyi." The girl pointed to the name tag on her T-shirt, smiled and left.
Looking at the girl's back as she walked away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief - this could be considered as saving an innocent life.
There is a sign in front of the temporary K exhibition hall - a work of Fauvism revival: Painting is not an instruction manual, but our emotions.
"This is indeed the subjective argument of the Fauves." Wei Dong suddenly said.
"When did a small artist like you become a professional player?" Ke Xun said.
Wei Dong spread his hands: "Long-term illness makes one a doctor."
Qin Ci, a doctor, smiled faintly and pushed open the door of the exhibition hall.
The lighting inside is just right, and the brightness and darkness are very suitable for calming down and appreciating paintings.
The exhibition hall was empty. I don't know if it was because the weather was too hot and few people passed by the backyard, or because the last batch of guests had been absorbed by a certain painting...
Before the room got dark, the three of them took the time to look at the paintings in the exhibition hall, wishing they could quickly memorize the contents and labels of the paintings, as well as the author's profile that would be somewhat helpful in understanding the paintings.
"Where can I get some water?" The door of the exhibition hall was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman rushed in.
The three people were obviously encountering such a situation for the first time, and they all stared at the visitor in a daze.
The door of the exhibition hall behind the middle-aged woman closed. She looked around the room, holding a half-empty water bottle in her hand. "This place is so unkind. How come there is not even any hot water? Don't museums and libraries provide free hot water?! These people really know how to make money. They set up a lot of beverage vending machines to cheat people out of their money..."
Before the middle-aged woman finished her words, the entire exhibition hall suddenly went dark. The woman was furious: "Why is there a power outage?! Is there anyone in charge? If someone falls down, who can I complain to?"
When the familiar white light came on, the middle-aged woman was still chattering: "What's going on? Is this an emergency light? Where is the exhibition hall door..."
Ke Xun clearly saw the label next to the painting - "Shadow", the author is Rong Rang, born in 1993, his ancestral home is Tongzhou, Hunan...
The picture itself doesn’t seem to be worth studying. There are abstract lines everywhere, mainly black, with blue, yellow, red, purple... These colors have the same concentration and depth, and everyone is included in it with an absolutely flat advancement
The new world was so bright that it was dazzling. Ke Xun once again experienced the "two-dimensional discomfort" he had felt when he entered the painting before - just like being in a rapidly descending elevator or on a plane that has just taken off, one often feels a sense of weightlessness in the heart - but in the painting, this sense of weightlessness is not simply upwards or downwards, but extends infinitely in all directions.
The unique building in front of you seems to be made up of countless colorful light spots. The colorful fruit trees grow by the dazzling river. The river surface is sparkling and stretches to the distance where there is no end in sight.
"Is our world three-dimensional?" Ke Xun rubbed his temples and adjusted the discomfort through deep breathing.
Wei Dong looked at his relatively three-dimensional hand and said, "It is three-dimensional, but the color is too bright, which makes it seem unreal."
"The sunshine here is a bit like that in Nice," Qin Ci looked at the bewildered Ke Xunweidong and explained, "Nice is a city in southeastern France. The former residence of Matisse, the representative of the Fauvism, is there. There is also the famous Matisse Museum there. - I traveled there two years ago."
"Maybe this painting is a tribute to Matisse." Ke Xun tried hard to adapt to the scene in front of him. Because the whole painting was full of artistic sense, outside this small world, there were actually a few colorful spots of light in the snow-white void, indicating that it was an uninhabited place.
"Where can we get some water?" the middle-aged woman's voice sounded behind him.
Ke Xun and Wei Dong cast their hopeful eyes towards Dr. Qin, who turned back and said to the middle-aged woman, "Go to the front first, and explain to everyone when everyone is gathered."
"No... I don't understand your modern performance art. You made the exhibition hall very beautiful and surprising... But I just want to get some water! I came to your art gallery just to use the restroom! And get some water!" The middle-aged woman fell silent as she spoke. She was surprised to find that the big water bottle in her hand had turned into a crystal clear European glass pitcher. "What is this? It's so heavy!"
Ke Xun and the other two stopped talking and walked straight towards the beautiful building in front of them. The middle-aged woman was dumbfounded and could only follow them, carrying the heavy classical water jar.
No one paid any attention to the fact that their clothes had changed - they were cloth clothes that did not belong to any ethnic group, with a dazzling white background and bright patterns of various shapes scattered on them.
Under the fruit trees by the river, Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen were already waiting there, along with a middle-aged man in his 40s and a girl who looked like a college student.
The girl sobbed softly, and was held in the arms of the middle-aged man, who comforted her with kisses from time to time. ——This is actually a couple in love regardless of age.
Mu Yiran's clothes are mainly white with very fine grape purple patterns on them, which makes him look like an aristocratic prince.
For the first time, Ke Xun felt that appreciating a person could be like appreciating a painting. Just as he was about to take a closer look at the painting, he suddenly heard a familiar name from a distance: "Ye Ningchenyi, hurry up!"
Ye Ningchenyi was the volunteer girl who had led everyone to find the K exhibition hall just now. Unexpectedly, she was ultimately unable to escape the arrangement of fate and stepped into this cruel world of constant reincarnation like a nightmare.
Qin Ci counted the number of people present, then looked at the young people walking towards him: "Everyone is here."
There were five people who looked like college students walking in the distance , three boys and two girls. The one walking at the end was Ye Ningchenyi with a ponytail, but her signature enthusiastic smile was no longer on her face. Instead, she looked panicked and confused.
Qin Ci has become a recognized commentator on paintings, and now he explains the rules of the paintings to everyone with ease.
The newcomers naturally couldn't hide their panic. Only the middle-aged man in his 40s was relatively calm. The middle-aged woman was more irritable and complained: "What a bad luck!
The middle-aged man embraced his crying girlfriend and looked at Mu Yiran and the other five people: "Have you all experienced this kind of thing?"
Qin Ci nodded, expressing his agreement on behalf of his companions.
"Then I'll have to ask you guys to help me on the way back." The man tried to take out his business card from his jacket pocket, but found that his jacket had long since become a retro style without pockets. He couldn't help laughing. "My name is Shi Zhendong. What's your name?"
Several people simply gave their names, and some only gave their surnames, such as Mu Yiran: "My surname is Mu."
Several other college students looked at the girl in Shi Zhendong's arms. Some even greeted her with a somewhat unfriendly tone: "Xin Beibei, we all went to the K exhibition hall to find you. You went on a date without saying hello to everyone?"
Xin Beibei obviously didn't listen to what was said and just kept crying.
