Chapter 97 Adventures in the Art Museum
Li Yan suddenly looked at Lin Zhiyuan, and then Wei Yunzhi also looked over. The little fat man was stunned and gave his mobile phone number.
Wei Yunzhi smiled and said, "We agreed that we will play together when we have the opportunity in the future. It is only 10:30 in the morning. If you want to go to the art museum, how will you get there?"
"Nearby Is there a subway? ”
“Go out the back door, turn left and walk straight to the New Taipei Art Museum.”
"Okay, uh...what about you?" Li Yan asked anyway.
"My home is not far from here. Just walk back slowly later. But it is two kilometers away from the subway."
"It's okay, we will just walk there slowly."
After walking out of the community, Xiaopang looked back several times to confirm that Wei Yunzhi could not hear him, and immediately pinched Li Yan:
"Why do I feel like I have to be a homing pigeon again? ?”
"It's just a homing pigeon, everyone is a friend."
"Oh yo yo yo, tut tut tut."
The little fat man screamed a few times with no meaning, and in an instant he was focused again in front of him. : "Two kilometers, I'm so tired."
"I still want to run there."
"No, please spare me, Mr. Yan..."
"Are you going to the subway station?" A motorcycle suddenly stopped next to the two of them. It was a handsome old man wearing sunglasses.
"Ah...right." Li Yan quickly observed.
"Get in the car."
"We didn't..." Li Yan was about to refuse, but saw that Lin Zhiyuan had already stepped into the car.
“I have it, I have it, let’s go, let’s go, Mr. Yan.”
He was about to remind Lin Zhiyuan to be careful about safety issues, but his uncle interrupted him in advance:
"It's just a straight road. There are people here in broad daylight. As long as I'm not straight, I'll just call for help."
After saying this, Li Yan shook his head and got into the car.
Even in 2008, with the ban on motorcycles, motorcycles were still a rare commodity in the old city of New Taipei. Although there are many people in this area, it is a residential area after all. There are not many large cars coming and going, and the trails are crisscrossed. There is indeed room for motorcycles to survive.
Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of the subway station. Seeing various conspicuous signs and the appearance of the subway entrance, Li Yan realized how wrong he had been in the morning.
"I was going to come here too, and I heard you talking about the subway. If you drop me off on the way, you won't be charged for the kids." The handsome man said these words and left without looking back.
Until after purchasing the subway ticket and following the flow of people on the subway, Li Yan was still thinking:
“When did we talk about the subway...”
“Oh, "Lin Zhiyuan was very excited about everything about the subway, "Master Yan, two kilometers, people like this nearby who are soliciting customers, of course they know where we are going. Uncle is so nice, and the subway is so fun, what are you struggling with. ”
The first time they took the subway, they were both a little uncomfortable with the noise. The subway was still buzzing when they got out of the station.
"Okay, we have worked so hard to get to the art museum, let's go have a meal first."
Then Li Yan accompanied Xiaopang to eat at his favorite pasta restaurant, and went shopping around He visited the shopping mall and played games in his favorite game store. He played until 2:30 in the afternoon.
"Okay! You can go to the art museum now."
Even Li Yan, who has 50 energy points, can't stand this kind of consumption. The little fat man is full of energy.
Social play sucks energy for Xiaopang, and is like a vacuum pump for him.
The New Taipei Art Museum is an old venue built in the 1990s, so Li Yan couldn't understand why the bus didn't set up a "New Taipei Art Museum" stop, but had to go to Mercury Road East.
Then he saw a few scattered large buildings, surrounded by a square with many art installations in the square.
“This whole thing counts as the New Taipei Art Museum.” Lin Zhiyuan’s popular science.
"I am short-sighted..." Li Yan laughed at herself, "It's so big, we should only be able to choose one exhibition hall this afternoon."
"It must be No. 1. , the best paintings are ranked No. 1.”
The shock of seeing a large building for the first time is a life experience worth cherishing.
Li Yan slowly walked over, remembering the past life in which he was associated with architecture. He probably didn’t make much achievements after that, otherwise there would be no need to regret it until he was reborn. This time, he also wants to leave a building of his own on the city map.
There were many activity posters posted along the way. Li Yan glanced at them and found that he didn't recognize any of them.
There are quite a lot of guests in Hall 1, but the atmosphere is very good.
Everyone walked slowly, stopped in front of the paintings, and watched in silence. They occasionally communicated, but they were also very restrained.
Li Yan immediately entered the state of appreciating paintings, but Lin Zhiyuan's eyes basically stayed on the tourists.
This kid, you came to the art museum today just for the lunch project. The drunkard’s intention is not to drink.
After turning around slowly, Li Yan let out a subtle sigh.
Of course the paintings are very good, and you can also understand something from them, or understand what the author wants to express, but they are too shallow to form a breakthrough understanding.
There is nothing to say about the study of techniques. There are certain works in it, and he even thinks that given enough time, he can paint them even if he is locked in a room with only painting tools.
After all, at least in this small exhibition hall, there was no work that shocked him.
Think about it, all the books you read about painting are masterpieces by top famous artists. Although New Taipei is a big city, this is an art gallery and not a museum after all.
"Master Yan, let's change to another exhibition hall. I have to go to the toilet over there." The little fat man was so bored that he couldn't hold it in any longer.
“Go ahead.”
After walking around an exhibition hall, Li Yan stopped at the corner where Xiaopang was going to the toilet. His eyes were finally attracted by a painting.
It should be said that everyone who comes here will be more or less attracted by this painting.
It was too big. The huge painting of two meters by two and a half meters was indeed the first time he had seen it.
No matter how big the paintings displayed in the book are, they are not bigger than the pages of the book. Li Yan finally found the meaning of watching the art exhibition offline today.
The content of the painting is simple. Two dark-skinned northwest farmers, with loess behind them and farm tools in their hands, is actually a very classic image. Even the name is very classic and direct - "Loess Farmers".
This painting actually has a lot of homage to it, like an expanded version of Luo Zhongli's famous "Father". Of course, the technique is very different. This painting is very crude.
“It turns out that the huge painting is very interesting when you look closer...” Li Yan was so absorbed in looking at it that he didn’t realize that he had been standing next to the painting for almost five minutes.
"Hello, kid." A sudden deep male voice startled Li Yan, who was attentive.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you." The person who came was a middle-aged man with long gray hair, wearing burlap clothes, with bright eyes and thick lips.
It fits one of the stereotypes of exhibition visitors, that of an artist.
"Uh, hello, what's wrong?" Li Yan remained alert.
"I saw you were looking at this painting for a long time. I want to hear what you feel."
The person came with a very low posture, bent over, and his voice was Very light.
"The whole painting feels very much like Luo Zhongli's "Father". I feel that the theme should be pretty much the same."
The middle-aged man remained calm.
"But this technique is much rougher and informal. It should highlight the special and native vitality of the Loess Plateau."
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm."
"Moreover, this kind of rough and wild technique is not only reflected in the brushstrokes. It is called rough when it is not casual and bold. It is rough but not rough, wild but not arrogant." Li Yan looked at the painting in front of him carefully, " Moreover, such a huge frame gives this painting a three-dimensional effect."
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"
"The paint is rising in big lumps. Mo, between different strokes and on the same stroke, there is a sense of ravines like the Loess Plateau. When I looked at this painting, my thoughts followed my line of sight on the uneven painting and also undulated among the ravines of the Loess Plateau. volt.”
The middle-aged man couldn't control his expression and clapped his hands in the quiet art gallery.
(End of this chapter)