[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The theme of Barcelona's bid for the World Expo is "Pulse of the City: Art and Industry".

"The Expo venue will be built on the Montjuïc hill on the south side of the city - where land and sea first meet, and a special gift."

The young architect's voice was soft and low, and the whole place was quiet.

Philip explained to the executive committee in advance that Mr. Gaudí had not fully recovered from his injury, and it is not appropriate to exercise vigorously or speak loudly at this time.

Looking at Antonio's quiet narration, Joey felt as if he was dreaming back to the university classroom.

As for the one on the stage, she would like to call it the god of learning at the same table.

She had seen the design proposed by the building committee.

Starting from the Plaza de España at the foot of the mountain, the barren wilderness will open up a viewing avenue on the side facing the city, all the way up the mountainside until the Palais des Nations overlooking the entire city of Barcelona.

Inject the soul of masonry into this deserted hill, and become the colorful and blurred eyes of Barcelona under the night.

"That's the heart of the planning, but it's not the whole story."

"From the time when Cerda planned the urban area of ​​Barcelona decades ago, the city has grown in a checkerboard pattern, and each block has been given equal sunlight, air and trees."

Joey nodded subconsciously, as if reviewing a knowledge point in the history of Western urban architecture.

After the mid-nineteenth century, the urban planning of Barcelona is indeed a classic case of architecture courses.

Especially from a bird's-eye view, no one can deny the shock at first sight of the beautiful geometric layout.

"Now, the venue planning of the World Expo will be carried out simultaneously with the tram public transportation system and the renovation of the old city. After the Expo, the Palais des Nations will be used as the Catalan Art Museum."

With a ding, a representative exercised the right to question: "Mr. Gaudí, you mean that Barcelona will renovate the entire city for the World Expo, and will build a permanent exhibition hall for it?"

"That's understandable."

The representative shook his head again and again: "Such a plan is a bit outrageous. Both London and Paris have held World Expos, and the construction of temporary pavilions has already cost a lot of money."

"No offense, but what London and Paris are not doing, we doubt that Barcelona's plans will come to fruition."

There was some whispering on the court.Indeed, for any city to hold an exhibition, the most important thing is the benefits it can bring.

If it is London or Paris, there may be factors to demonstrate comprehensive strength for the entire country-but Barcelona is not the capital.

However, people immediately remembered the statement just made by the new Spanish king.

Uh... Maybe that's up for debate.

Antonio glanced at the audience lightly, very calm: "Today, I am not here to discuss design concepts. But Aristotle said that the construction of a city should be able to give its citizens a sense of security and happiness."

"In the past more than a century, it is difficult to say that Barcelona's planning has achieved this."

As the defeated party in the War of Succession in the early eighteenth century, Barcelona was a city under surveillance.

The central government of Madrid built a strong city wall outside the city. The martial law outside the city wall restricted the development of the city, and the watchtower on the city wall and the cannon on the top of Montjuic were aimed at the people in the city.

The walls were finally toppled decades ago.

"The pavilions and plans I mentioned just now are not built solely for the World Expo. They are destined to become the mark of Barcelona from the beginning of their birth."

"Barcelona is not London and it is not Paris. It is not going to be a city known for its grandeur."

"But it will become a unique Barcelona."

"At the top of Montjuic, you can see the first meeting of land and sea."

"Even in summer, the fountain at the corner of the street will spray cool water mist, and the sunlight will flow silently into every house like ice that has just melted."

"Tram public transportation is convenient. From one end of the city to the other, the ice cream in my hand still emits a light white mist."

"The early summer wind blows across the street, and the church bells ring. When you look up, you will see roses and snow-capped mountains hidden in the clouds at the end of the city skyline."

The past study habits have been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and Joey subconsciously touched the pen and began to take notes.

As expected of a god of learning!

Urban planning oriented toward citizen well-being—this is a rather advanced academic theory for this era of vanity and vanity.

What people are planning is not a city, this is simply a dream-like life.

Learned it, it is simply a project sales model for architectural students!

As Joey sighed, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

In the studies she has done, his work seems consistently more divine than human.

Although the details of the houses he designed show a deep understanding of ergonomics, but in terms of design, his works often reveal a careless randomness. The inspiration of those magical strokes is not for people, but for art itself.

He likes nature more than people.

Dragons dive into the colorful ocean, deserts and oases exist in the buildings, and clouds and flowers embrace the sun in the park.

For some reason, she felt that the Antonio in front of her seemed a little different from the man she knew from historical materials.

...However, what to do with so much!

Just listen to the warm applause at the scene to know how successful Antonio's introduction was.

Joey knew that his bet was safe.

As soon as the presentation was over, the architects and engineers present rushed forward impatiently, and surrounded the young man who had known his name for a long time, making him almost invisible.

Everyone in the Barcelona delegation was also beaming.

Starting from the year before last, I lost to Paris last year, and this year I finally got my wish.It's been a long time!

Joey was immersed in the joy of making another large sum of money, thinking about how to use the newly entered money.

At this time, Ada's panicked voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Miss, miss, I'm in trouble!"

"Mr. Van Gogh fought with someone at the art exhibition, and it's still deadlocked!"

"What?!" Joey's face changed suddenly.

She looked back at Antonio who was submerged in the crowd hesitantly, then lifted her skirt and ran out with Ada.

Vincent just arrived in Paris today, and Joey immediately recommended him to the Impressionist exhibition.

She originally thought that he would definitely meet these painters and linger in the exhibition.Who knew that he could get into such a big trouble the moment he came?

The art exhibition was on the other side of the Seine, not far from the venue, but Joey was still out of breath, worried and sighed in his heart.

It was after a few months of becoming Vincent's patron that she began to feel that something was wrong.

She often heard the sound of mahjong clattering in the corridor in the evening, and then Ada shouted happily: "I made it!"

"You cheat!" Vincent yelled angrily, "You stole the cards!"

"I didn't." Ada retorted unconvinced, "It's a shame not to admit that you lost!"

After more than a century of filters slowly faded, Joey realized what a headache this guy was.

Although he has read a lot of books, he is extremely lack of self-control, and does everything in 3 minutes.

Emotions fluctuate, jumping with anger at every turn, like a child who hasn't grown up.

Fortunately, Vincent was born in an era of extreme scarcity of entertainment.If he lives in the future where fast moving entertainment prevails, he will probably be raised and disabled since he was a child.

As for the only persistent source of enthusiasm—painting, he doesn't seem to be developing on the historical track.

No warm sunflowers.

There is no gorgeous starry sky.

He sketches in pencil, charcoal, and reed, drawing all kinds of people, in strange proportions, but also striving to express emotion.

If you want to be a professional painter, this kind of clumsy drawing is obviously not enough.But he tends to indulge in other more attractive entertainments. He spent three days fishing and two days posting nets at Longha Art School.

Although Joey is not a serious painter, he also understands that with Vincent's hard work, even if he has 1% of his inspiration, he may not be able to use it.

In the Fernandez family, Mary is recognized as the hardest working person.Joey can also be considered diligent, while Vincent and Antonio often meet secretly to skip classes.

...But Antonio already has famous works!

Vincent, where is your work?

Joey had always felt that maybe he just hadn't reached that stage yet.

Anyway, she is not short of money, one more him is not too much.

But at this moment, a thought suddenly popped up in Joey's mind—is it because she made him live too comfortably, but instead killed the genius that burst out of the desperate loneliness?

The story of Van Gogh is too famous.A solitary genius, betrayed by all relatives, so poor that he couldn't afford painting tools, fell into madness, cut off his own ear, and committed suicide with a gun...

When she abruptly changed the trajectory of his life, could he still paint those paintings that shocked future generations?

Seeing that the art exhibition was just ahead, Joey walked at full pace and asked Ada out of breath as he walked, "...By the way, why did he fight with others?"

"Ah, today is the auction day for those Impressionist painters. As you know, ma'am, their paintings are not very easy to sell... When it was the turn of a Miss Morisot's work, someone called her a... er, just a very bad girl." good word."

When it was the turn of the only woman among the Impressionists, she was called "****".

"At that time, Mr. Van Gogh threw a punch. Another Mr. Pissarro also rushed up, and they became a ball."

"Huh?" Joey stopped suddenly.

"I should have said it earlier." She fiddled with the broken hair that brushed in front of her eyes, and sneered in a low voice, "Well done."

Those paintings of Vincent came to her mind again.

The wrinkled old fisherman, the coachman with cracked hands, the dirty-cheeked kid in the poorhouse.

Dark, tragic, unflattering, but the most sincere expression of emotion.

Vincent is such a person.

His skin is rough and clumsy, but he has a burning soul.

Joey suddenly felt that a stone in his heart disappeared.

A person may burst out of amazing strength out of despair.

But no one actively chooses to despair.

If Vincent could not be the painter who shocked the world after his death without suffering, let him be a happy, mediocre and alive painter.

The Van Gogh of that world had suffered enough.

Vincent of this world, please fly freely.

The author has something to say: nonsensical bad joke: let him fly free - and then Vincent becomes the Flying Dutchman.

Antonio (well-designed lines, pretending to be a serious presentation).

Joey (suddenly excited): The case study shows the full score of the god of learning, copy the homework quickly!

Antonio:……

Antonio: ... Where are people?

Originally, Antonio was going to make a big move in this chapter... But I found that I couldn't write it down!Well, let him come to the next chapter.

Thanks to Daisy, Tiger Claw, Moon White, I hope there is no heaven, exam, Tristan, senior diver's nutrient solution~