Chapter 16 16

16 On Saturday, I called Guo Guo to have dinner. Guo Guo said that she was going to see an exhibition in the afternoon, and asked me if I wanted to go with her. I said yes, I would eat after watching the exhibition.We made an appointment to meet in Guanyuan and take a car together. Guo Guo is a very talkative girl, full of energy and full of interest in everything. Within half an hour of our meeting, I knew her life and relationship experience in the past few years like the palm of my hand.She asked me if I often go to art exhibitions?I told her that I have been interested in fine arts since I was a child, not to mention that the ink panda I drew in elementary school won an award. When I was in middle school, I learned sketching from a student from the Academy of Fine Arts. The feeling of rubbing a pencil on rough white paper is pleasant. , One stroke after another, even the voice is very pleasant.I'm not a patient person, but when I paint, my mind is as calm as water, and I don't tire of it.The student at the Academy of Fine Arts thought I was good at painting, but he couldn't see any talent that couldn't be buried, so it was fine after two years of painting.The only time I regained this fun was after I fell in love with a boy who drew pictures.We once carried a painting box together and went to sketch in the wild. I set up a picture frame next to him and painted in a decent way, attracting many passing farmers to watch.Since I broke up with that boy, my only interest in art is to watch exhibitions.

My ability to talk depends entirely on the opponent. With Guo Guo, it is natural for you to talk to me very lively. When Guo Guo mentioned Chen Tian, ​​he generally meant that he was good and very interesting. We took the invitation and chatted while walking. It took us a lot of trouble to find No. 23, XX Hutong near Dongdan, but it looked like a big courtyard. We didn’t know where the exhibition was, and there was no sign at the door.When we were hesitating at the door, we saw a few long-haired and bearded people walking towards this side. I knew it was right, just follow them. Sure enough, they entered the yard familiarly, turning around three times. In front of a door, needless to say, there were several people similar to them standing at the door. It turned out to be a private art exhibition.

After entering the door, I found that there is a hole in the sky here. The house is so-so, but it is well tidied up. The porch is well-arranged with flowers and plants. There are seven or eight bird cages hanging in the middle of the yard. These bird cages are extraordinary. They are covered with white The rubber pacifiers are densely packed, which are both weird and beautiful.The courtyard is full of young artists and middle-aged artists walking around under these pacifiers, chatting and chatting. In this kind of occasion, there is nothing worse than standing dry. The exhibition was finished in ten minutes, and everyone spent the rest of the time chatting desperately with others, showing that they knew everyone very well.Guo Guo and I also joined the ranks of basking in the sun under the pacifier, nodding and chatting with everyone.

"Apollo Zhao." I raised my head from the business card and looked at the big-headed Apollo in front of me. Except for his big face and his hair sticking out, he couldn't see him and the sun. God's relationship. "That over there is my wife." He pointed to a woman in a black shawl in the distance. "Your wife won't be called Venus." "You know each other?" "It's not such an honor." Apollo Zhao handed me another business card with the words "Venus Sun" on it—it actually hit the mark. "Your family takes beauty, art, and love all, what else do others do?" I teased him.

Apollo Zhao smiled shyly: "Nothing, nothing." It seemed that I was stingy for him to be so calm, and Aimei entered the yard at this moment. "Aimei, Aimei!" I greeted her and introduced her to Guo Guo, and the two chatted immediately.Aimei's parents are both painters, and both paint traditional Chinese paintings.Out of resistance to the brushes, inks, papers and inkstones piled up everywhere at home, Aimei is interested in all art categories except traditional Chinese painting. Every time I go to this kind of occasion, I will admire Aimei's social skills. She can talk to everyone, and she can talk to everyone, and it's all easy.

"Of course, I'm a Gemini." Amy said. "I understand why you refuse to go to the countryside to grow vegetables." "Well, I need someone alive." "Living people, it's terrible to say, you won't eat them, right?" Aimei smiled with a good temper: "I have infinite interest in people." Guo Guo loves to talk, and Aimei loves to talk. There is a difference between the two. A painter we all know, Zheng Liang, walked towards us with a stern look and led a foreign woman. He had a dark complexion, braids at the back of his head, a big tongue, and was quite mobile.

"This is Catherine, from the Cultural Section of the American Embassy." We all nodded to the little yellow-haired woman. "This is Tao Ran, and this is Aimei. They are engaged in literature, critics." "I'm not." I refused to suffer at all. "Is there anything for you today?" Amy asked. "Yes, you haven't read it yet? The seven or eight copies against the wall are all my works." I turned my head, and there were indeed seven or eight large paintings beside the wall. They all looked exactly the same, so I ignored them. "What are you painting? They look like -- gourds." I asked, pointing to the interlocking circles on the canvas.

"You have an artistic sense." "Don't dare to be." "—It's a gourd." "Sure enough. Why did you draw so many gourds?" I drew circles with my hands. "This is my new style of painting. The gourd represents Chinese philosophy and reflects the metaphysical and floating things in China. It is a kind of gossip and gossip style. The gourd contains a deep philosophical meaning. Its arc has two The symbols are linked together, the philosophy represented by this link, we should learn this link..." It is difficult for me to tell you exactly what Zheng Liang said, because based on my retelling, these words seem to have some logical relationship, but I can guarantee that there is absolutely no such thing when he said it.

Zheng Liang's exposition was interrupted by a performance art.Everyone surrounded a rough-faced man of unknown age. His lower body was naked, and a rope was tied to his limp genitals. A bird was tied to the other end of the rope. That poor bird must be Frightened, it flapped its wings and flew up and down, left and right, shaking back and forth with the black thing wrapped in leather. "The title is: 'My little bird has disappeared without a trace'." Amy was reading an introduction, "Isn't the little bird there?" "Didn't you see someone preparing a pair of scissors by the side?" Guo Guo reminded her.

"Oh, I see. Are you saying he wants to cut the thread, or the dick? Cutting the thread is boring, and cutting that thing is interesting." "Let's go, it will make me lose interest in men." I raised my eyebrows. After Guo Aimei and I went out, Zheng Liang shouted from behind: "Stay a little longer, the artists will go out for dinner later." We decided to pass up the chance to have dinner with the artists. "Tell me, tell me, you know a lot of painters, am I biased? He can't even say a complete sentence-'We should learn this kind of art'! God, this is What words?! He wrote me a note once, saying that he was going to watch a play at night, do you know the two words? '化剧', '化' in 'chemistry', and 'drama' are written By the way. There are some words that can be written wrong, such as 'cai' in 'joyful', but there are some words that cannot be written wrong unless he is an idiot! Do you think he is an idiot? Or I am biased , I have cultural discrimination. Are all painters like this? They paint because they don’t know how to express in words or words?”

I was waving my chopsticks at Amy across the table where I was eating. "Really? Really? Did he really write that?" Guo Guo shouted. "I certainly can't say that. There are many painters who are knowledgeable and expressive. There are too many, such as Whistler. Oscar Wilde, whom you love, even copied him." "I don't love him as much now as I used to. He has too many wisecracks and too little real point of view. Don't talk about him." "Of course there are many people like Zheng Liang. There is a saying - the most uneducated and uneducated people are the most talented artists..." "Like Rousseau." Guo Guo said. "Like Rousseau." "But do you call him Rousseau? Is he really talented but can't express it, or is he just an idiot?" I said. "This will stand the test of time." "I think he is probably an idiot." Guo Guo said with certainty. "When I was a child, I saw painters every day. Later, my parents asked me to learn to paint. I refused because many people were like Zheng Liang. I didn't like them. I liked to express them in words. But later I did Met a couple of really talented people, but they couldn't articulate anything." "Okay, let's see then." I agreed, but insisted, "It's a good thing I didn't learn to draw, I would go crazy being around people who say stupid things every day." "Compared with art, you must have more language skills." When I took a taxi to take Aimei home, she said. "How did you see that?" "You don't know it yourself?" "I don't know how 'talent' counts. How's my gold star?" "It's going to take a horoscope and put all nine of your stars on it to see their aspects." "It's so complicated? I want to know when you're free, when your head doesn't hurt!" "Row." ——How many problems in life can be solved with a friend like Aimei! "Trust your intuition, you have intuition." Aimei said when she got off the car.