Chapter 266 No artistic conception

Standing in the art center, Milan and Lin Qinghan looked at the oil paintings on the wall. These paintings not only achieved the peak-to-peak technology in terms of painting skills, the use of colors and the expression of shadows of light, but also had deep meanings.

"Zhang Xuan, don't you know how to draw? What do you think this painting expresses?" Milan pointed to a painting on the wall, which was a man and a woman sitting on a swing, and the woman snuggled in the man's arms.

Zhang Xuan looked at the painting and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

As for the painting Milan is referring to, it can be said that he painted it by looking at Filge. Although the painting was extremely vivid, Zhang Xuan did not think it was expressed anything when it came to expression, because this painting was the guy from Bai Chi who found a foreign actress and was flirting with him on a swing. As a result, Filge saw it and drew it, but it blurred the face of the man and the hostess a lot.

What did you express? This was just a manifestation of Filge's performance in the face of Baichi at that time.

Of course, Zhang Xuan must not tell Milan the truth about how this painting was produced. Not to mention whether Milan believes it or not, it is not good for Firge's own reputation.

There are some unspoken rules in the status of Zhang Xuan and others, such as some celebrity giants, who will never speak out no matter how humble they are in front of them.

Zhang Xuan pondered for a moment, "The meaning expressed in this painting...well, it is probably an envy and admiration for a kind of life."

Zhang Xuan thought for a while, and could only explain this.

As soon as Zhang Xuan finished speaking, a voice sounded next to him, "Just! What this painting shows is a hazy love. You can see that the woman in the painting is nestled in the man's arms. Although the man did not hug the woman, his hands on the swing were strong and powerful, giving people a sense of peace of mind. This shows that the man loves this woman. While protecting this woman, he is also trying to create a happy life for her."

Zhang Xuan took a look and saw the person who spoke before. This morning, when the art center was not open, the middle-aged man standing next to Yang Haifeng. At this time, Yang Haifeng was also standing here.

The middle-aged man continued to speak: "The man in the painting, sitting on a wooden swing, shows that his family is not very good. He dares to hug a woman, which means that he has a little inferiority in his heart, thinking that he has not given his lover a good life, while the woman shows a kind of unyielding. The swing is obviously shaky, and she is willing to sit with this man and bear it together! This is an enviable love, not the so-called envy and admiration!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xuan with dissatisfaction, "The paintings are for careful savoring and viewing. The meaning expressed in them is not as simple as some people's eyes. I really can't understand. What qualifications do you have to participate in the painting exhibition of Master Firge?"

The middle-aged man spoke mercilessly, obviously after Yang Haifeng's instruction.

Zhang Xuan just smiled at this statement. I guess even Filge himself didn't expect that he would have so many emotions associated with a casual painting by others?

When he was painting, Bai Chi was indeed holding the swing. He just felt that the swing was more fun than the woman in his arms. The woman in his arms was not a thing of the same. He just learned about Bai Chi's identity and went to hug him. Bai Chi saw too many women who were hug him and didn't care about them at all.

Still in love?

Zhang Xuan felt speechless when he thought about it. What kind of love does that guy Bai Chi have? He was clearly a prodigal son. He had never seen any girl from a family keep his heart.

Yang Haifeng was very satisfied with the sharp words of the middle-aged man. He nodded and said to Zhang Xuan: "Boy, you are not that kind of person, so don't pretend here. If you don't know how to draw, don't talk nonsense, OK?"

Zhang Xuan smiled, "How do you know I'm talking nonsense?"

"Haha." Yang Haifeng smiled, "Do you think Master Ferge would envy a man and a woman on the swing? This is just a way for him to express his emotions!"

"Whatever." Zhang Xuan shook his head, too lazy to explain to Yang Haifeng.

"I think people like you really don't deserve to stay here. Talking nonsense is simply disgusting." said the middle-aged man next to Yang Haifeng.

"I think you are disgusting when you stay here!" Milan spoke directly, "A painting, we can see whatever we want, and understand how we want, and what matters you do?"

"You are insulting art!" The middle-aged man spoke loudly and scolded.

Zhang Xuan curled a smile on his lips, "Pretending to be an insulting art, right? This painting clearly does not express so many meanings, can you just talk nonsense yourself?"

"Just! Painting depends on experience. How can a person like you understand this experience?" The middle-aged man was full of mockery.

At this moment, a riot broke out in the crowd.

Every time at Master Firge's painting exhibition, Firge himself would appear to explain to everyone some of his understanding of painting.

The appearance of Master Firge has attracted many people to watch.

This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a big beard and a long [官网网站    www.uutxt.xyz] defense. Not to mention a man in his fifties, even if he is in his young people, Firge's image can be said to be a trend.

Many people, like Master Firge, ask questions about the artistic conception of each painting.

"Master Firge, can you tell me what the artistic conception expressed in this painting?" The middle-aged man standing next to Yang Haifeng came over and asked carefully.

The painting this middle-aged man mentioned is the one he had just argued with Zhang Xuan.

"This painting?" Filge looked over. He hadn't noticed Zhang Xuan yet. "To be honest, this painting has no artistic conception."

"No artistic conception?" Ferge's words were a little unbelievable in the ears of others.

Firge still remembers how he painted this painting in the first place.

The more successful a person is, the more he can see his own insignificance. Firge still remembers that when he saw those characters, his envy and yearning in his heart, and his achievements were worthless in front of those people.

Seeing this painting, Firge remembered the people at that time and sighed, "If you have to talk about artistic conception, you can only say that I envy and respect for this kind of life..."

What Firge said is exactly the same as what Zhang Xuan said just now!

This explanation made Yang Haifeng and the middle-aged man around him both stunned.
Chapter completed!