Eros kisses Psyche

The award ceremony of the National Craftsmanship Ceremony is held together with the invitational exhibition for the selection of outstanding graduation works of college students. It is held at the same time.

This year's award ceremony has not officially started yet, a large-scale structuralist work called "Fake" in the middle of the student exhibition hall surprised everyone, even overshadowing the upcoming award-winning "national craftsmen". After all, everyone entered the venue You can see it at a glance - it is too big, it can only stand in the center, and it seems that other exhibits are one size smaller; and the hugeness has its own reasons, from top to bottom, composed of countless pieces or clumsy or Fine, simple or highly imitated sculptures of various colors are stacked and fused together. Whether it is shape, color or composition, they all form a strange harmony and delicate balance precariously, like a fake tombstone.

"This is actually a student's work?" All the distinguished guests were amazed, "The technique is very sophisticated... It is open and relevant, and the perspective is also very mature. This kind of courage to challenge is also very complete... The best thing is, he Where did you find so many real fakes?"

"Which master's disciple, for sure. Otherwise, it's not a small sum of money just for the production... How can ordinary students afford such a large-scale structure..."

"I heard it was recommended by Mr. Gan."

The expressions on some people's faces were a little more subtle, but after all, they would not lose face to the vice chairman of the Artists Association: "Old Gan...Old Gan has a good vision."

While chattering, they walked into the "tower" stacked with fakes, only to feel that the light suddenly glared in front of them--the concave and uneven inner contour made of a silver-plated surface, like the inner cavity of pottery, was too smooth The streamlines of modern and highly reflective materials form a strong difference with the simple external structural stacking just now, which is dazzling, and the significant difference even makes the viewer slightly dizzy unconsciously.People sighed slightly and staggered unconsciously.

The reflection of the silver chrome reflects countless deformed, exaggerated and weird ugly figures, swaying on the cave wall above your head with your dizzy sight and specially made light and shadow. — fake.Among the countless "Is" derived from me, who is a fake?And when you get closer to those fakes, and even stretch out your hand-the flesh-colored part immediately spreads to the entire chrome-plated mirror dome, as if desire fills the entire hollow of the fake, supporting such a fake tower and monument.

The visitors stumbled and escaped from the inside of the fake tower one after another, with amazed expressions on their faces, and they had long forgotten the gossip they talked about just now; a powerful force grabbed all their attention and became Get excited* to:

"A very interesting idea! People are the source and inner support of all fakes... and the definitions of fakes and genuine products have also changed in this process."

"I think it's very much like the social sculpture symbolized by Beuys' metamorphosis, where the body and the object transform into each other..."

"From the outside, I feel that everything is under control, and even make people feel contempt and sympathy. It is condescending, but when I get inside, I suddenly stall, and the psychological dwarfing of the viewer's own actions creates this gap. Potential energy;"

"On the contrary, the glamorous 'truth' is inside, while the fakes on the outside have been mottled and scattered for a long time... forming a strong contrast."

"It seemed like I was sitting in an electric chair just now. I took out my spirit and beat it on the chopping board a hundred and eighty times before releasing it. I dare not go in again. Once I entered, it became a part of this work. ..."

"There are two extremes, external and internal, and the physical and psychological emotions of the viewer are utilized—"

"Is it a bit like Rebecca Horn's "Measure Box"? Pleasure and pain, strength and vulnerability, inside and outside..."

"Who is this author?...A senior student? Not a graduate student? Haven't graduated yet? Who is the advisor?"

"It's unbelievable that such a young student did it. The observation is thorough and the performance is restrained. Young people are often too sharp and sharp....Young people are awesome!"

Art critics, members of the China Light Industry Association and reporters hula-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lao-a-thumb, the organizers were called over and asked where this young man who only signed his name was?Can't find anyone?How can you not find anyone?How did you arrange it!Can't underestimate the young hope of our industry!They all point to why there is no instructor, is it because Mr. Gan avoids suspicion and does not sign?Is Mr. Gan here?Gan Lao is here—— Gan Lao!

As soon as Gan and Yu came, a group of people rushed over, which surprised him, a little blissful, and a kind of inexplicable glory: after all, it was the first time for him to attend such an event as a vice chairman. Cheng Zhu was kicked out before worship, and he got stuck in the dead line and applied for the State Council's subsidy to get this kind of treatment.Immediately put their hands behind their backs, raised their chests and raised their stomachs, ready to welcome a grand ceremony of mutual flattery.

Unexpectedly, a group of people rushed up, flattering all the horses' legs, but they were all asking about Xu Budie; Gan and Yu hadn't seen Xu Budie for several years, and they were just trying to show their affection Shut up, I didn't expect that the most worry-free young man would still be a thorn in the past few years, and he was directly rectified with great momentum, and he deserved his name, instead he put Gan and Yu on the grill.

Looking left and right, Cheng Zhu seemed to have expected this kind of situation, and he was not there at all, and it was impossible to push him out to attract firepower; but now, the reporter also wanted to interview the author of this work, and other industry players nearby also wanted to ask about the situation , There are even people from the Light Industry Federation who want to consult and cooperate... They can't find anyone, so they naturally grab the recommender, Chairman Gan, and ask around him.Some reporters thought it was Gan and Yu who were acting under their guise, so they flattered and insisted on passing on the conversation; Gan and Yu couldn't be overly enthusiastic, nor could they completely disregard their relationship, let alone appear to be ignorant. I had no choice but to burn the fire back: Yes, I have known this kid for a long time... At that time, I thought he was very aura, and he should have a bright future...Compared to me, Professor Cheng Zhucheng has a better relationship with him Qian, in fact, he recommended such an excellent young artist to me...

Gan and Yu were so surrounded that they didn't even have time to take a closer look at the work, but Qin Hong went for a walk, and when he came back, his face was ugly, and he whispered in Gan and Yu's ear, you don't have to go, it's nothing Good-looking... That kid is still thorny, and there is a lot of yin and yang in the open and in the dark.However, the absence of Cheng Zhu and Xu Budie obviously revealed a kind of information that although he has received benefits, he is still unwilling to cooperate and compromise... This made the old man who made such a big concession look gloomy and uncertain. Ups and downs.

But Xu Budie really didn't think about it that much. He was laying on the foam foam in the warehouse to catch up on sleep. His mobile phone was thrown aside and rang until it ran out of power, and it automatically shut down, and he didn't wake him up - he stayed up for three nights in a row. Catch up with the time for the exhibition, at this time, the sky is dark and the sky is dark, drooling, and unless there is a thunder and earthquake, it will not wake up.

This blockbuster work is not a temporary idea, but like a huge shadow, it has been lingering in my heart, and here, it is gradually outlined every day.This is a warehouse that he has rented for several years, and all the display cabinets in it are finally empty now, and all the fakes that had nowhere to be placed and looked ridiculous have been fused into another brand new artwork, endowed with a new life and richness value.

This gray warehouse, which he didn't even dare to step into, when he really opened it, the dusty state carried a dusty and friendly smell, and it always existed so quietly. Raise the ground, as if to greet him: You are coming.You come to see us.Those fakes that were once beautifully maintained are still stored there quietly, but they have become silent and quiet, with a thick accumulation of dust. After carrying the stories that only the parties know, they have stripped off the false gold that originally belonged to others. The inner side that belongs to me is gradually revealed.

So, the state that had been polished and fine-tuned in the mind for countless times suddenly emerged in one go, urging the hands to sprout outwards, as if something was about to grow from the palms and bones, causing pain.He didn't tell Cheng Zhu, didn't answer his phone, and didn't ask any of his classmates and friends for help; he just did it alone, and when everything was done and caught up, all the fakes that had filled the warehouse were emptied and taken away. Go, only myself and the dust are left here; I suddenly feel that there is no need to witness anything—Qin Hong or Gan and Yu are suddenly no longer important, regrets and questioning are all over here, chest The inside is full of full satisfaction, the dust has a friendly smell, the sun slanted in from the narrow window on the top, and cut out a small piece, the dust seems to have a spirituality, outlines a shallow outline, and dances and dodges Wrapped around him, as if she had something to say to him.

'This is a gift from Dad on this business trip, do you like it? '

"Does Xiaodie want to be an artist like them when he grows up?" '

He was holding the empty cardboard box with a stack of old photos at the bottom.He once threw away all the photos of his father when he was packing up, but now he thinks that it would be great if there are still; Brought to him from all over the world, told him each unique story about them, and handed them to him with expectations for his son's future; in the end, they all got a good destination.

'Wow, Dad knows a lot!Amazing! '

'Haha, in fact, Dad is just pretending to be a sham, but he really likes these things... There is a wonderful magic in them, which attracts people to look in, right? '

'Come on, let's pull the hook, don't tell your mother that I bought this again...or she will be nagging again...'

'When Xiao Die grows up in the future, I will make one of my favorite works of art for my father... At that time, I don't need to collect other people's works, and let Xiao Die make whatever I want...It will save money!Hahaha! '

He listened to the dust whispering in his ears, and fell asleep without knowing it.