"I got a ticket worth 30 yuan for nothing, and I actually think I made a profit." Wei Dong found that he had fallen into the trap of picturing and couldn't extricate himself - just like the initial symptoms of a patient in Stockholm.
The design of the ticket is very simple, more like a ready-made greeting card, but stamped with the seal of the "Benxin Art Museum" and a digital date stamp.
Qin Ci looked at the art museum, which was getting busier and busier later in the day. Today was the weekend, and there were twice as many visitors as usual.
Ke Xun had already walked to the door, tilted his head and looked at the companions behind him, as if he was saying: Come on, go in and practice Ba Lianba
Zhu Haowen was infected by Ke Xun, and he unconsciously put a smile on his face—it was not clear how many times he had laughed like this, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably. Before knowing Ke Xun, this was something that was unique.
Zhu Haowen secretly cleared his throat, put on his usual expressionless face, and followed Wei Dong into the art gallery.
The decoration of the museum is the popular "absolute poverty style", with terrazzo walls, unmodified log tables and chairs, and naked light tubes hanging from the high ceiling. It looks like a factory workshop in the 1980s. The "workshop" is decorated everywhere. With the wilderness-like withered vines, it shows the existence of its original artistic intention.
"Wabi-sabi!" A forest girl with shawl hair exclaimed in admiration.
Wei Dong looked at the four walls that were too simple, and whispered, "It's pretty bad (wabi-sabi)."
Zhu Haowen opened his mouth slightly when he heard his companion's words, but he didn't say a word in the end.
The companion of a Mori girl, a tall and tall boy wearing a slim-fitting long shirt, raised his pale white thin-rimmed glasses: "Simple and quiet, with a bit of Zen."
Wei Dong walked past him, only to realize that the "juvenile" was a girl, and then he heard the "teenage girl" say, "I didn't expect there would be so many pioneering artworks."
Today's artworks are indeed avant-garde.
A few people stepped over a pile of distorted root carvings on the ground, only to find a label standing: the work is "connected", and the price is "12,000 yuan".
In front of it is another pile of wool balls, inside which are a few peculiarly shaped light bulbs.
The money is also very good. —Wei Dong didn’t say these words, after all, in the territory of this group of pioneering artists, he was still careful.
Wei Dong couldn't help but patted Ke Xun in front of him on the shoulder: "It's a pity that we didn't get a few works to bring. If you can earn a little bit, maybe you can pay for the travel expenses when you come."
"I think a bunch of large and small picture frames can be nailed together, just like a perspective drawing." Ke Xun looked at the various artworks in the museum and couldn't help but open his mind.
"That's considered a work of art, right?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran beside him.
"Forget it." Mu Yiran smiled lowly.
"I think the name of the artwork is very important. What should we call a bunch of picture frames?" Ke Xun looked at the piece of leather displayed on the wall next to it, and there were two weird tattoos on it. Pattern, the name of this work is "Old Huan".
Ke Xun looked away from these uncomfortable artworks, and was about to say to Mu Yiran that the artwork he had just conceived was called "Encounter", but Zhu Haowen grabbed it first: "Call it Nirvana. ."
"What kind of nirvana," Wei Dong said, "I think it should be called 'unlucky'."
Qin Ci, who was walking behind, had already spoken to the two young girls. The Mori girl pointed to the pavilion at the corner: "The large room is mainly for paintings, which is worth seeing."
Qin Ci thanked him and looked at the pale white light at the corner of the cement wall: "The original painting exhibition is over there."
Several people looked in that direction, and the mood that was pretending to be relaxed fell down again, and a new life-threatening journey was about to begin.
The exhibition hall where the paintings are displayed is still a depressing and barren "extreme poverty". Various paintings are hung on the mottled concrete walls. In the center is a long birch bark table with a large thick Porcelain teapots, and a tall stack of blue-rimmed thick porcelain bowls.
Although the guests are immersed in this depressive and destitute style, most of them prefer to drink tea in disposable paper cups, and those thick china bowls with strong styles are not touched by many.
The "group of 6 men" was not in the mood to drink tea. They entered and painted paintings many times, so that they trained their sharp eyes. At this moment, these 6 pairs of eyes scanned the paintings on the wall cautiously and sharply.
Although "Novice" Luo Wei is the least experienced, his eyes are the sharpest.
There are many paintings in the room, among which there is actually a color lead painting. The young brush strokes outline the appearance of a woman wearing a wedding dress. The word next to it reads: Xiao Qinxian, 7-year-old painting, 2002 work.
"It's still priced at 600 yuan?" Wei Dong frowned and looked at it, "My 7-year-old painting is much better than this."
A girl with a mushroom head next to her gave Wei Dong a cold look, her stubborn slightly bulging chin turned away.
Wei Dong shrugged his shoulders and followed his companions to the place where the crowd gathered.
There were not many people in the whole studio, but there were six or seven people gathered in front of a picture to discuss.
The painting is very large, almost one person tall, not like an oil painting, but more like gouache.
The colors are very single, with only deep and light red on the white paper background. The patterns formed are very abstract, with renderings, slaps, and messy lines.
"Is this a big pink leaf?" It was the previous forest girl who spoke.
"I think it's like a cross section of a building." A young man with curly hair next to him analyzed.
No one in the "men's 6-member group" said a word, but everyone stopped here in unison, as if a unified sixth sense had been formed, which spread to demarcate the category here.
The cold mushroom head girl also said, "I feel like a bloody piece of internal organs."
It's kind of like that.
The "teenage girl" added: "Probably a beating heart."
Wei Dong tilted his head to look at the picture, and felt that these people were too wicked, and the pattern on the picture was too abstract. It is not unreasonable to say that it is a cold rubber hot water bottle.
The label below the painting reads: "The Scarlet Beast", not for sale, author: Yu Beiguo.
Perhaps the words "not for sale" are very eye-catching, making the people around the painting even more lingering.
There were more people in the exhibition hall, and three or four elderly guests walked in, dressed appropriately and looked like old artists.
The members of the 6-member group exchanged a slightly pitiful look, and even thought of trying to persuade him to leave.
Fortunately, they only made a short stop and went out again.
A few people dressed up as students walked in again, Mu Yi looked at the time without realizing it, and felt that Huatui had been appreciating the paintings for a long time this time.
"What time is it?" Ke Xun, who was beside him, asked.
"It's been 47 minutes." Mu Yiran answered the question, but also to the point.
It has been 47 minutes since everyone entered this exhibition hall. The guests came in and out, changing wave after wave, but the room never entered the usual darkness.
The few people who were guarding the painting in front of him never moved. Luo Wei couldn't help pacing back and forth in the open space of the exhibition hall. Although everyone was reluctant to enter the painting, the wait was even more difficult.
Luo Wei counted, there are currently 11 people in the exhibition hall, and there are still 2 people left.
The rusty copper pointer of the log clock on the wall had already pointed to ten o'clock at night. The door of the exhibition hall was pushed open again. This time, a man and a woman entered. Holding a bunch of flowers in his arms.
Lights went out.
Only the long-lost pale white light above the painting clearly illuminates the irregular red composition of the painting, and the name on the label is even more striking: Scarlet Beast.
This piece looks like a leaf, like an internal organ, even like the pattern of a building section, as if suddenly there is an explanation - this is a beast - an irregular body, no face or minions, a beast.
What will the world of beasts be like? Several old members who have experienced 'animal world' do not want to recall too much.
After a period of suffocating darkness, everyone saw a different world.
There is clearly a city in front of you, a gray and fashionable city with cold rain.
Men and women in the city walk on the road with black, red or transparent umbrellas, looking indifferent and well-dressed.
The thirteen people who stayed on the side of the road stood in the rain at dusk. The silver needle-like rain lightly stuck on his face, as if to remind everyone that this was not a dream.
This is probably the most receptive team. When Qin Ciyan briefly explained the matter of "entering the painting", a few surprises flashed in the eyes of the newcomers, but they quickly accepted this miraculous fact.
"So, where are we going next?" It was the curly-haired youth who spoke.
"There will be an NPC to pick us up. If you can't wait for that person, you can only try to find clues yourself." Qin Ci said.
"Let's get to know each other first," this time the woman who was holding the flowers in the hall last spoke. She tied her long messy hair into a bun and pulled up a long bohemian-style sackcloth dress. I didn't feel too cold, so I bowed to everyone: "I'm very sorry, an art exhibition has brought so much trouble to everyone, I'm Su Benxin."
Su Benxin, the owner of "Benxin Art Museum".
Everyone looked at the attractive woman in front of her, whose age was not obvious, and nodded slightly. No one would blame her for "this disaster".
Su Benxin pointed at the mixed-race man beside him: "This is Lion," and then said apologetically to Lion.
Lion smiled lightly: "Maybe this will be an interesting trip."
Even if everyone tried to stay calm, it was impossible for them to give a knowing smile. More people turned their attention to Mu Yiran's side. This "coming person" seemed to be the most convincing.
Mu Yiran made a brief self-introduction, and several old members also briefly reported their names.
Several other new members have not said more in the future, and a person in a police uniform suddenly appeared on the street: "Please show your documents."
Just when a few newcomers wanted to try to get their documents out of their pockets, Mu Yiran smiled and said to the NPC, "Mr. Police Officer, we are new here."