Chapter 970 Creating Scandal
Norah Wood stood in the middle of the gallery, looked around, and re-examined her work——
So, she made a mistake in judgment, right?
Except for the large number of guests on the opening night of the exhibition, the gallery has lost its popularity and is empty of visitors, let alone transactions.
Is this a result of poor publicity, a mistake in positioning, or a lack of attractiveness in the exhibition itself?
Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is experiencing failure but still not learning the lesson, and then continuing to fail the next time you face a challenge.
What’s more, it’s not considered a failure now, the exhibition will end in a week.
There is still time.
So, Nora came to the gallery today to re-examine her work -
Start from positioning, completely overthrow and re-conceive.
There are many things to pay attention to in an art exhibition, including layout, lighting, arrangement, etc. The entire art exhibition is an immersive experience, allowing visitors to feel the power of art.
The most typical one is the Oval Museum in Orangery, Paris. This is a very small museum. The most famous work is that of Claude Monet. "Water Lily".
The entire exhibition hall is in the shape of an arc, and the "water lilies" are slowly spread out in the exhibition hall like a scroll, occupying three-quarters of the entire exhibition hall wall, and finally form a "painted picture no matter where you stand." "Surrounded by it", "You can appreciate the different styles of the painting by changing different angles", "Being in it is like entering the painting", perfectly displaying the charm of this handed down work, winning this exhibition hall the "Western Impressionist Painting" "Steenkirche".
Now, Nora is re-examining her arrangement of works.
Walking all the way, from outside to inside, Nora was completely in working mode.
Rustling, rustling——
There was a low and trivial sound outside, and Nora frowned slightly; but Nora did not turn around and go out to visit. This was because she chose the East Village for the exhibition. One of the costs.
There are many young people here, including hip-hop rap, street graffiti, bards and other young art creators. They often carry a "provocative" attitude and are ready to challenge all traditional arts.
Noisy is a gesture in itself, challenging traditional art exhibitions.
To be precise, this is one of the reasons why Nora chose the East Village for her art exhibition. She hopes to spark discussion and allow young artists to bravely speak out their thoughts. Diversity of voices is what promotes art. weapons.
So Nora continued her scrutiny.
However, the rustling noise outside became more and more obvious, and it was a bit overwhelming.
Is someone making trouble?
Nora kept calm and did not go out in a hurry, but the gallery staff were not so calm and ran over in a hurry.
“Nora.” He called in a low voice.
Nora looked over.
“You may need to come out and take a look.”
Nora, “What’s going on?”
“Anyway, come out and take a look.” After saying that, Before Noila could respond, she turned around and ran out in a flash.
Norah stood there, took a deep breath, controlled her emotions, turned around and walked out.
Turning a corner, from the back hall to the front hall, Nora saw that figure——
Tall and thin, slender and straight, wearing a T-hat and jeans, with a backpack hung casually on the left shoulder , standing in front of a painting at the entrance, looking at it carefully.
There is no special movement, just standing there, but it naturally catches the eye.
There is only one person in the front hall of the gallery. There are no young artists who come to visit the gallery, and there are no picky hip-hop rappers. I am alone.
The three staff members of the gallery huddled together like groundhogs. They tried their best to suppress their excitement. Those rustling sounds were made by them. .
In addition, there is one at the entrance of the gallery.
Outside the transparent glass, two little girls can be seen clinging to the glass, eavesdropping on the movements in the gallery without moving. The expressions on their cheeks and the excitement in their body language stirred up the dull weather outside.
I don’t know when the sky cleared up a little. A ray of golden sunshine parted the clouds and fell through the blockade of numerous high-rise buildings. The world was still gloomy, but the small ray of light seemed particularly bright, making the street outside the gallery instantly brighter.
The halo slowly penetrates into the gallery.
Quiet but noisy.
Norah was stunned for a moment, caught off guard and completely unprepared, "Anson?"
The man turned around, the corners of his mouth raised in the direction of those clear eyes, Turning your bustling eyes to deep eyes, the whole world suddenly becomes bright, so that all the noise is extinguished.
“Hey, dear Nora.”
The man opened his arms and gave Nora a warm hug.
Heh.
The entire gallery fell into a daze, unable to believe their eyes——
What did they see? What's going on? What kind of breaking news is this?
Norah had no time to pay attention to these glances, and gave Anson a hug enthusiastically, "When did you come back? Why didn't you just go home?"
Anson chuckled, "I Back home, but no key”
Nora took a moment to remember, "Oh, Judy went to Boston for a week for something, and I completely forgot about it."
Anson spread his hands, "So I was pathetically locked in Outside the house, call Luka. Luka said you might be here and let me try my luck."
Norah shook her head slightly, with helplessness in her eyes, "You can give me the phone."
Anson, "That wouldn't be fun. How could it be like now? Surprise!"
As he said this, he raised his hands to make a surprise gesture.
Nora looked at her little son whose face was full of sunshine. After all, she couldn't hold it back. She pursed her thin lips in a beautiful arc and gently nodded, "Surprise, um, um, it's indeed a surprise."
"Ah, let me go, I have the flu. Don't infect it to you, otherwise you will be in trouble."
After a pause, the joy finally calmed down, and Nora quickly covered her mouth, Take a step back.
Anson showed some worry, "It's not good to catch a cold in the summer."
Norah waved her hand, "It's okay, it's just the flu. Several people around me have caught colds. I'm still thinking. I was wondering if I should get a shot of vaccine, but I got infected.”
After just saying a few words, Nora looked at Anson again and took a closer look, "You look thinner."
Anson couldn't believe his ears. He was not the one who felt uncomfortable now. "The lines are the same every time we meet. I started to doubt your eyes. Believe me, I didn't."
Norah shook her head helplessly, "You are just naughty, what happened to my eyes? My eyes are fine.”
“Don’t need reading glasses?”
“Anson!”
Anson obediently shut his mouth and raised his hands in surrender, then turned to look at the painting hanging at the door with an obedient expression, "How much does this one cost?"
Norah knew that Anson was deliberately changing the subject, so she quietly He looked at him and said nothing.
As a result, Anson said, "I am serious. Don't you see how serious I am? Guest, I am now a guest of the gallery."
Pfft.
Norah still couldn’t hold it back, her smile suddenly bloomed, and she also joked, “So, dear guest, is there anything I can do to help?”
(End of this chapter)