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 art museum is open all year round, and almost half of the year's exhibitions are aimed at young authors. Especially in the graduation season, the art museum will successively display the works of graduates from major art academies across the country.
The person in charge of the art gallery is very good at business. These graduates’ works will be sold at a price when they are exhibited. Because they are not famous artists, the price is not high. Often people see their favorite works and buy them directly—most of the proceeds go to The author, the museum will extract the corresponding fee from it.
In this way, students and graduate students from many art academies all over the country are happy to send their works to the T Museum for exhibition. If they are lucky enough to sell, they can also get a profit.
"In this way, the works of this art museum are even more unstable. Maybe the paintings that are still displayed in the morning will be sold in the afternoon, and new works will be added soon." Qin Ci was standing in the art museum at this time. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the avant-garde display racks 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 but want to drink water.
After going through the last painting, everyone refused to drink any processed beverages. At this time, each of the three held a bottle of mineral water.
"The fluidity of these works is so strong, we don't have to worry about it," Ke Xun took a few sips of slightly cold water, "Let's keep things constant."
"Have you just entered the museum?" Qin Ci asked.
Wei Dong nodded: "We asked students from T University to find out. The location of this small art museum is quite hidden."
Qin Ci looked at several small exhibition halls: "I have searched around here, but I have not found the k exhibition hall."
Ke Xun Weidong thought it was strange. Ordinarily, this art museum is not big, so where else could an exhibition hall be hidden
Qin Ci picked up the invitation letter in his hand and looked at it: "It's right exhibition hall k, but this art museum has ten exhibition halls in total. Arranged alphabetically, exhibition hall k should belong to the 11th exhibition hall."
Most of the people coming and going in the exhibition hall are students of the Academy of Fine Arts, and some of them are wearing T-shirts with the logo of the art museum. They should be volunteers helping here.
A few people were about to ask someone to ask, when a volunteer girl with ponytails came over and smiled enthusiastically: "A few of you are here to see the exhibition, right? Today's works are very rich, a collection of four Excellent works of the university! If you want to know more about these works, I can give you a simple explanation."
"Thank you very much. We just wanted to ask, is there a k showroom here?" Qin Ci asked.
"It seems that several of you are familiar with today's exhibition. The k exhibition hall is a temporary exhibition hall we added, because there are too many exhibits in these two days~" The girl shrugged her shoulders and smiled cutely, "Everyone Come with me."
I didn't expect an exhibition hall to be so complicated, and I don't know how the behind-the-scenes promoter of this game obtained the information of these exhibits in advance.
Before everyone thought about it, they followed the girl to the backyard of the art museum, bypassing the stone table and stone chairs for the guests to rest, and came to the door of an ancient building.
The girl smiled and said, "This place was originally intended for guests to rest. Because there are too many works, it was temporarily changed to an exhibition hall yesterday."
The girl said that she was going to lead everyone in, and the three of them waved their hands in unison: "That... no need to lead, let's go by ourselves."
The girls are still very enthusiastic: "The works in the k exhibition hall are very different. If divided by faction, the works in this exhibition hall are a tribute to the Fauvism, or even a revival of the Fauvism."
Fauvism - I guess the next painting should be very powerful.
The three didn't want to drag this innocent girl into the painting, and Ke Xun showed an embarrassed smile: "Thank you very much for this girl for leading us, but we still want to go to the bathroom first."
The girl showed an understanding smile: "Everyone, please, I sincerely hope that you can enjoy today's exhibition."
Wei Dong added: "I think the front hall may need you more, after all, there are many guests in front."
"Okay, if you need anything, just go to the front hall and find me. My name is Ye Ningchenyi." The girl pointed to the name tag on her T-shirt and left with a smile.
Looking at the girl's retreating back, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—this could be regarded as saving an innocent life.
In front of this temporary k exhibition hall stands a sign - Fauvism Revival: Paintings are not instructions, but our feelings.
"This is indeed the subjective argument of the Fauvism." Wei Dong said suddenly.
"When did your little artist become a professional player?" Ke Xun said.
Wei Dong spread his hands: "a long illness has become a doctor."
As a doctor, Qin Ci smiled lightly and pushed open the door of the exhibition hall.
The light inside is suitable, and the brightness is very suitable for calming down and enjoying the painting.
The exhibition hall was empty, and I don't know if it was because the weather was too hot and people rarely passed by the backyard, or because the last group of guests had been absorbed by a certain painting...
Before the room darkened, the three of them took the time to look at the paintings in the exhibition hall, wishing to remember the content and labels of these paintings as quickly as possible, as well as the author's introduction that was somewhat helpful to understand the paintings.
"Where can I turn on the water?" The door of the exhibition hall was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman walked in recklessly.
It was the first time that the three of them had encountered such a situation, and they all stared blankly at the visitor.
The exhibition hall door behind the middle-aged woman was closed. She looked at the whole room, holding the half-empty water bottle in her hand: "This place is too inauthentic. Is it?! These people really know how to get money, and put a lot of money from beverage vending machines to deceive people..."
Before the middle-aged woman could finish her words, the entire exhibition hall was suddenly darkened, and the woman was furious: "Why is there a power outage?! Someone cares, no one cares! If you fall, who will you tell me!"
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 Rong Rang, born in 1993, his ancestral home is Tongzhou, Hunan...
The picture itself does not seem to be worth studying. There are abstract lines scattered everywhere, mainly black, with blue, yellow, red, purple... These colors have the same concentration and depth, advancing with an absolute plane. Include everyone...
The new world was dazzlingly bright, and Ke Xun once again experienced the "two-dimensional discomfort" that he had drawn in the paintings before - just like in a rapidly descending elevator, or a plane that just took off, there is often a feeling of weightlessness in the heart. - In the painting, this sense of weightlessness is not simply upward or downward, but extends infinitely in all directions.
The unique building in front of you seems to be composed of countless colored light spots. The densely colored fruit trees grow by the dazzling river.
"Is our world three-dimensional?" Ke Xun rubbed his temples and took deep breaths to adjust the discomfort.
Wei Dong looked at his three-dimensional hand: "It's three-dimensional, but the colors are too bright, which makes people feel a little unreal."
"The sunshine here is a bit like Nice," Qin Ci explained after looking at Ke Xun Weidong, who had a dazed expression, "Nice is a city located in the southeastern part of France. The former residence of Matisse, the representative of the Fauvism, is there, and it is still there now. There's the famous Matisse Museum. - I traveled there two years ago."
"Maybe this painting is a tribute to Matisse." Ke Xun tried his best to adapt to the scene in front of him. Because the whole painting is full of artistic sense, outside this small world, there are actually a few colorful figures in the snow-white void. The spot of light indicates to people that there is no one there.
"Where to turn on the water?" The middle-aged woman's voice sounded behind her.
Ke Xun and Wei Dong cast their hopeful eyes on Dr. Qin. Dr. Qin turned back to the middle-aged woman and said, "Go to the front first, and then explain to everyone when everyone is together."
"No... I don't understand you modern performance art people. You made the exhibition hall so beautiful and surprising... But I want to turn on the water right now! I entered your art museum just to go to the toilet! Turn on the water by the way!" The middle-aged woman said without uttering a word, and was surprised to find that the large water bottle in her hand had turned into a clear European-style glass jug at some point, "What is this? sink!"
The three of Ke Xun stopped talking and walked directly to the beautiful building in front of them. The middle-aged woman was dumbfounded and could only follow everyone with a heavy classical water jug.
Everyone doesn't care about the clothes that have changed on their body - the common clothes that do not belong to any ethnic group, with a dazzling white background and bright patterns of various shapes distributed on them.
Under the fruit trees by the river, Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen were already waiting there, alongside a middle-aged man in his 40s and a girl who looked like a college student.
The girl sobbed softly, was embraced by the middle-aged man, and would comfort each other by kissing from time to time. - This is actually a couple who are in love with each other.
Mu Yiran's clothes are mainly white, with very fine grape purple patterns on it, and it has a bit of a noble prince's breath on her body.
For the first time, Ke Xun felt that appreciating a person was like appreciating a painting, and he was about to take a second look at the painting when he suddenly heard a familiar name in the distance: "Ye Ningchenyi, hurry up! "
Ye Ningchenyi, it was the volunteer girl who led everyone to the k exhibition hall just now. Unexpectedly, she still failed to escape the fateful arrangement and stepped into this cruel world of constant reincarnation.
Qin Ci counted the number of people at the moment, and then looked at the few young people who came here: "Everyone is here."
Walking in the distance were five people who looked like college students, three boys and two girls. The last one was Ye Ningchenyi with ponytails, but her face no longer had the warm signature smile on her face. , replaced by panic and ignorance.
Qin Ci has become a recognized narrator of the painting, and now he is familiar with the rules of the painting.
Newcomers naturally can't hide their panic, only the middle-aged man in his 40s is relatively calm, and the middle-aged woman is more irritable: "This inch of strength, this is unlucky!"
The middle-aged man embraced his crying little girlfriend, looked at Mu Yiran and the other five: "How many of you have experienced this kind of thing?"
Qin Ci nodded, replacing his companions to express his acquiescence.
"Then I have to ask a few people for the road ahead." The man was very accustomed to wanting to take out his business card from his jacket pocket, but found that the clothes had already become a retro style without pockets, and he laughed dumbly, "In Xia Shi Zhendong, I don't know how you all call."
Several people simply reported their names, and some people only said their surnames, such as Mu Yiran: "The last name is Mu."
Several other college students looked at the girl in Shi Zhendong's arms, and someone greeted her in a bad tone: "Xin Beibei, we only went to the k exhibition hall to find you. You didn't say hello to everyone, so you went on a date. already?"
Xin Beibei obviously couldn't listen to these words, so she just cried there.