coobybook Chapter 374 Art Exhibition
Chapter 374 Art Exhibition
Both of them were extremely excited to be able to make an appointment. The people nearby who had also come to check the results looked at them with envy when they heard that they had successfully made an appointment.
But there was nothing we could do if we didn’t make the appointment, so others had to continue with their later appointments.
Anyway, Nanhua is quite fun. If you don’t make a reservation, just treat it as a trip.
The next morning, there was a gentle breeze.
Emma was wearing a dress and carrying an exquisite handbag.
Garfiel, on the other hand, was carrying a huge backpack filled with various items.
As he walked, he kept muttering, "Why do you bring so many things? Do you want to paint in the exhibition? This is too much!"
"Oh, brother, if these things weren't so heavy, I would carry them myself. Thank you for your hard work." Emma said with a smile.
She has high expectations for this exhibition.
The photos she saw on the Internet made her particularly curious about how the painter achieved such amazing effects.
So she also wanted to try copying to see if she could learn this technique.
The two finally arrived at the exhibition hall of the Pedestrian Street Art Exhibition. It was already crowded with people, and people were queuing up to enter.
Although many people failed to make a successful reservation, many people still came to join in the fun and watch.
These people also make the place more congested.
There are a total of 2000 tickets available for reservation, of which only 500 are for tourists holding passports, while the majority of 1500 are reserved for people with Nanhua ID cards.
It can be said that many tourists from various countries who come to see the exhibition will return disappointed.
But the people at the exhibition hall had no other choice.
After all, an exhibition hall can only accommodate fifty-seven paintings, and it is impossible to accommodate too many visitors at one time.
This is an art exhibition after all. If it were as noisy and crowded as a market, there would be no atmosphere for appreciating paintings.
As the person in charge of this exhibition, Wang Hua can be said to have organized and completed this exhibition alone.
Taking this opportunity, she placed twenty of her own works in the exhibition hall.
After all, after a long period of painting practice, she naturally hopes that someone can appreciate her work and gain recognition from others.
When Wang Ze learned about this, he just smiled and did not stop it.
He just wanted to share the paintings with others and didn't care about anything else.
In his opinion, no other painter in the world can compare with the effect of his supernatural painting.
Wang Ze and Wang Hua arrived at the exhibition hall early in the morning. While the noisy crowd outside lined up for ticket checking, the two of them, accompanied by staff, were admiring the paintings on display in the empty exhibition hall.
Wang Ze paid special attention to Wang Hua's works.
I found that her painting style is delicate and full of feminine tenderness.
Each painting shows careful depiction of details, smooth and graceful lines, and just the right amount of color, which appears soft and warm.
From the initial ink paintings to the later oil paintings, Wang Ze can see that these are all works carefully selected by Wang Hua, showing her artistic growth process from immaturity to maturity over the years.
However, despite the outstanding performance of Wang Hua's works, Wang Ze is not optimistic about her participation in the exhibition.
If Wang Hua's paintings were exhibited alone, they might achieve some success.
But the problem is that Wang Ze's own works are also displayed nearby, forming a sharp contrast with Wang Hua's works.
This huge gap will most likely prevent Wang Hua from getting any attention.
After all, his paintings are full of strong emotional atmosphere, which will definitely attract the audience's attention and hold people's attention.
Wang Ze looked at his watch and realized that it was time for the museum to open.
So he whispered to the staff beside him: "Let the people outside start checking tickets."
The staff member nodded slightly and turned away.
Not long after, people began to enter the exhibition hall one after another.
Wang Ze sat on a lounge chair in the exhibition hall, staring at the people who came in and surrounded his paintings, each of them motionless.
"It's amazing! This painting seems to have sucked my soul in." One of them came to his senses and exclaimed in amazement.
His words made the others around him come back to their senses, with surprise and disbelief on their faces.
After all, it's just a painting, how could it produce such a magical effect?
Each group is limited to fifty people and has only half an hour to visit.
By the time they left, most people hadn’t even finished looking at all the paintings.
Because the unique temperament displayed by each painting is unique, and the more than 30 paintings each present a very different style, each painting can make people stop in front of it for a long time involuntarily.
When the visitors left, each of them showed deep reluctance on their face.
Some people even rushed to the nearby Internet cafes as soon as they left, just to be able to have their next visit as soon as possible.
Wang Ze listened to the endless praises that came one after another, and his heart was always filled with a feeling of joy.
This feeling was different from the usual respect his subordinates had for him, but came from strangers' genuine appreciation and praise for his artistic works.
However, Wang Ze was quite happy, but Wang Hua next to him kept pouting and looked at the visitors unhappily.
After these people came in, the most common comment on her paintings was: Why don’t these paintings have that feeling?
Suddenly, Wang Ze noticed a girl holding a drawing board and starting to copy a painting.
He walked over curiously and stood behind the girl, only to find that she was sketching very quickly and had quickly completed copying the composition of the painting hanging on the wall.
Then, she began to observe every stroke carefully, but as she wrote, the girl's brows became more and more furrowed.
Finally, she simply changed to a new piece of drawing paper and started copying again.
"Chief, this girl's painting skills are so sophisticated!" Wang Hua exclaimed softly from the side.
She herself had been practicing painting for more than ten years, but she didn't expect that the technique of this young girl in front of her was not much worse than hers.
You know, she activated the pineal gland!
The girl in front of me is undoubtedly a genius in painting.
Wang Hua looked at the girl painting with admiration.
Time passed quickly, and soon, soft music was heard in the exhibition hall.
After hearing the music, people in the venue began to leave one after another with some reluctance.
However, the girl in front of him seemed to be completely immersed in her own world. All her attention was focused on copying, and she was oblivious to any sounds from the outside world.