Chapter 887 Asking for Painting
Since he agreed to Li Li, Fang Minghua chose to donate the traditional Chinese painting to the Confucius Institute at San Francisco State University.
You don’t have to choose too many, just one from each famous artist, and you don’t have to choose the best ones. They are not sent to foreign countries for exhibitions, but just to show Chinese culture to ordinary students. Besides, Fang Minghua himself can’t bear to part with the best ones.
Of course it can’t be too bad.
Qi Baishi's "Picture of Shrimp Fun", Zhang Daqian's "Picture of Autumn Light", Pan Tianshou's "Scroll of Cats, Rocks and Bananas", Xu Beihong's "Picture of Horses", Wu Changshuo's "Picture of Loquats in May".
Fang Minghua selected twelve paintings by painters from the Republic of China, and then carefully packaged them and prepared them to be taken to the United States. Ten of them were donated to the Confucius Institute, and the remaining two he planned to hang in his own study and tea room in the manor.
Song Tangtang knew about this and was naturally very supportive. She smiled and said: "Minghua, not necessarily all paintings are by painters of the Republic of China. There are also many famous painters in contemporary Qin Province, such as Wang Xijing, Ma Xi'an, Zhao Zhenchuan , Liu Wenxi, you can also ask them for paintings."
"Yes, why did I forget this? My wife is smart!" Fang Minghua took the opportunity to compliment.
Song Tangtang smiled slightly and said nothing.
Now that he had decided, Fang Minghua drove to find these painters in Xijing City the next morning. He first found Wang Xijing.
Wang Xijing is now the chairman of the Qin Provincial Artists Association and the president of the Xijing Chinese Painting Academy. The two have a close relationship. Wang Xijing personally designed the painting hall on the third floor of Fang Minghua's home, and he hired people to install and debug the various protective equipment inside.
Xijing Chinese Painting Academy is located on Lingyuan Road in the southern suburbs. Fang Minghua first called to ask if Wang Xijing was in the office, so he drove over and told his purpose straight to the point.
San Francisco State University is going to set up a Confucius Institute, and my wife’s cousin is the American director. In order to allow more foreigners to see and feel the profoundness of our traditional Chinese paintings, please donate one of your pieces. Paintings that I will take to San Francisco.
"Dean Wang, this is also a personal favor for me, and this painting of yours is not a gift, but a temporary loan. If the Confucius Institute is closed in the future, I will return it intact to Zhao." Fang Minghua emphasized at the end.
Wang Xijing laughed loudly after hearing this, and said in authentic Guanzhong dialect: "What a big deal. You can choose as many paintings as you want, but there are conditions."< br>
"What are the conditions?"
"You select thirty or fifty paintings from your private collection of Chinese paintings and hold a painting exhibition in our Chinese Painting Academy. Firstly, it will increase the popularity of our art academy, and secondly, it will also make Qin Province It doesn’t take too long for these young painters to observe and learn from their paintings, just one year.”
Isn’t one year long? !
Fang Minghua was shocked when he heard this.
I really can’t bear to part with it.
Seeing Fang Minghua's expression, Wang Xijing said again: "Well, Minghua, you hide those paintings at home, neither exhibition nor auction, like a miser, what do you mean?"
I do. !
But Fang Minghua couldn't say these words, as it would hurt his old friend's heart.
Seeing Fang Minghua's expression, Wang Xijing paused again and said, "If you agree, I can do you another favor."
"What favor?"
"Um, I guess you don't want paintings by one person, right? Do you want paintings by people like Marcian, Zhao Zhenchuan, and Liu Wenxi? I can help convince them."
You can have this!
Fang Minghua was overjoyed when he heard this.
In the painting circles of Qin Province, Fang Minghua was quite familiar with Wang Xijing, while the others, like Ma Xi'an and Zhao Zhenchuan, were just acquaintances. If I boldly went to ask for paintings from others now, they might not give them to them. After all, painters are now among the best in the country, and a painting is worth tens of thousands of dollars.
Of course, Fang Minghua couldn't agree easily: "Dean Wang, if Ma Xi'an and the others alone can't do it, you have to help me convince Lei Zhenmin, Gao Xia, and Wu to help me write!"
This time Fang Minghua was not talking about a painter, but a famous calligrapher in Xijing.
Actually, Fang Minghua's calligraphy is now well-known in Xijing City, and he is also connected with calligraphers. However, with Wang Xijing, the weight of the two people's words will be heavier. After hearing what Fang Minghua said, Wang Xijing laughed again: "Minghua, you are so open-minded in writing articles, but why are you so stingy in doing this? Okay, calligraphy and painting are not divided into different families, and these people are familiar with each other, so I will help. You're so busy."
"Thank you then," Fang Minghua said.
“I want to go to your home to personally select the paintings that come to our art academy for exhibitions!” Wang Xijing made another request.
Damn it!
This Wang Xijing doesn’t suffer at all.
Since Wang Xijing agreed, he ignored the heat and took Fang Minghua’s car to follow him around Xijing City to find people. There were people with good connections who were easier to talk to, and there were also people with general connections who were difficult to talk to. But he still picked up people from every place. I personally asked for one or two works.
Ma Xi'an's "Smoke and Clouds in the Qinling Mountains", Zhao Zhenchuan's "Autumn Harvest of the Yellow River", Liu Wenxi's "More Like Thousands of Miles of Snow in the Minshan Mountains". And of course Wang Xijing's own "Seven Sages in the Bamboo Forest" and "Song of the Pines" .
The calligraphy circle also found nearly ten works by several calligraphers from Xijing City.
There are a total of thirty pieces of various calligraphy and paintings from Lin Lin.
Wang Xijing was not polite. After finishing the matter, he immediately took people to Fang Minghua's house and selected works by major painters of the Republic of China in the painting hall.
Fang Minghua said, you asked for thirty paintings and calligraphy for me, but you can only choose thirty from me at most!
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Wang Xijing is naturally unwilling. Thirty paintings are simply not enough for an exhibition. Minghua, why are you so stingy?
In the end, 52 calligraphy and painting works were selected. After completing the formalities, they took them away with satisfaction. Fang Minghua's body ached when he saw them.
In the evening, Song Tangtang came back and learned about this, so he smiled and said: "Minghua, you have asked for so many paintings and calligraphy, not counting those from the Republic of China. You can also hold another Qin Province calligraphy and painting exhibition in San Francisco. ”
Hey.
That’s an idea!
Fang Minghua immediately agreed.
"But thirty pieces are a bit too little for a calligraphy and painting exhibition. Why don't you stop being shameless and order more? That Wang Xijing took fifty-two pieces from me!" Fang Minghua became very upset when he thought of this.
“You!” Seeing her husband like this, Song Tangtang didn’t say much and just said:
“Thirty paintings are too few, but you can write, your I think the calligraphy is not much worse than the calligraphy." Song Tangtang came up with another idea.
This
is also a solution!
"Okay, I'll write, and I'll also ask Pingwa and Zhongshi to help write a few pictures!" Fang Minghua made a decision immediately.
Of course, there is no need to be too polite to these two people. Fang Minghua immediately called them to explain the reason and set a task: "At least five works."
There is no need to emphasize the last one. Okay, they will definitely write carefully or come up with a satisfactory work that they have already written.
Fang Minghua was not idle either. He wrote in the study every day for the past two days, and finally selected five works that he was satisfied with.
Fang Minghua naturally couldn't take so many paintings with him on board the plane, so he had to check them in internationally. In order to prevent accidents, he paid for a huge amount of insurance.
After all this work, it was August 27th, and he packed his bags and prepared to rush to San Francisco.
(End of this chapter)