Chapter 737: Preparing for the graduation exhibition, asking for advice, and socializing
office.
Professor Qin once again called together the graduates under his studio guidance to review their papers.
"Let's talk about the common problems first. "The cover title is bold in black font size 2, the page number is centered in Song font size 5, the reference space must be half-width, the Chinese and English abstracts must be on the same page, and the figure numbers must be cross-referenced using Word..."
"The English keywords in the abstract must completely correspond." After talking about the common problems, he looked at the several drafts of the papers on the table, and then went on to point out the areas that each person needed to revise.
Jiang Zhe, Mou Xing, and Fu Min sat upright, taking notes in their notebooks.
"The reference page number is missing..." Fu Min felt that the buzzing sound from the computer case was particularly harsh.
Then, Mou Xing also began to feel uncomfortable. All the page breaks in his paper were manually entered with carriage returns.
After hearing the problem pointed out by Professor Qin, a student asked: "Teacher, if the schematic diagram in the creation instructions is drawn by myself, do I still need to indicate the source?"
"Hand-drawn drawings must state 'self-made by the author' in the figure caption. From the proposal to the writing of each step of the review, Professor Qin only focused on the direction and content. Now, everyone's paper content has been completed. The students thought that the work was done, but they did not expect Professor Qin to be so strict in the format. Even Jiang Zhe's paper was picked out for several formatting issues.
For the first time, students felt how strict the requirements for formal papers were.
After Professor Qin finished talking about the thesis, without waiting for the students to breathe a sigh of relief, he started talking about the exhibition requirements for graduation works.
"The frame of the painting is part of the work." He raised his voice: "The selection and arrangement of the frame for the work should be done immediately. Graduation is approaching and everyone is busy, so avoid crowding together."
"Classical works are matched with Rococo carved gold frames, modern works are matched with simple frames in natural wood color, and small paintings of 30×40cm are matched with 5cm wide frames"
"Professor, can paintings with cool colors be framed in mahogany?"
“Yes, but you have to find a corresponding color block in the painting.”
After Professor Qin explained the requirements for framing, he was still not at ease and asked the students to send him photos after making their choices, or for him to go and see the actual items in person.
Next, the requirements for the graduation exhibition were arranged.
He took out an exhibition plan and unfolded the floor plan of the art gallery.
“The school attaches great importance to the annual graduation exhibition. The undergraduate and graduate exhibitions are held at the same time. The first floor mainly displays works of the Department of Plastic Arts, comprehensive installation production, and a small number of design works.
The west hall is the exhibition area for oil painting majors..."
The students are already familiar with the structure of the art museum, and the environment of the exhibition hall has emerged in their minds. They begin to imagine where their works would be more appropriately placed.
"The main hall displays large-scale theme works. Jiang Zhe, your work will be placed in the main hall, and it may be the first one, to be determined. Other people's works will be placed in the oil painting exhibition area. We will adjust them when the time comes..." After Professor Qin finished speaking, the office fell silent.
Jiang Zhe had already received the news and was not surprised.
Others were not at peace.
According to past experience, the works that can be placed in the main exhibition hall are either graduate students' works or important works. The works that can be placed in important positions in the main exhibition hall are all works of important people. Although I know that Jiang Zhe's work will be placed in the main exhibition hall, I heard that it will be placed in the first place, which is of unusual significance. Although it is pending, everyone knows that the probability is very high.
Professor Qin said: "Don't be envious, this is something the school took the initiative to propose."
He then laid out the requirements for participating in the exhibition.
“The side of the frame should be lined with a label printed by the academy. … The description should not exceed 200 words and no rhetoric is allowed.”
The students lowered their heads to take notes. Now, they had no time to sigh.
The meeting ended and the students breathed a sigh of relief.
Professor Qin had other things to do, so Jiang Zhe and others said goodbye and left together.
After leaving the office building, the students dispersed.
Jiang Zhe, Fu Min, and Mou Xing planned to go to Wang Zhen's gallery to choose the style of the picture frame. So, they walked to the parking lot together.
On the way, Jiang Zhe received a call from Lan Xin.
"Lan Xin is going to the gallery. Let's wait for her in the parking lot."
Arriving at the parking lot, the three of them stood by the car, chatting while waiting.
Fu Min fixed her hair in front of the mirror next to the car door: "Jiang Zhe, your car's paint is so shiny that it can reflect the acne on my face."
Jiang Zhe said, "Like it? You're going to London to study for a master's degree, so you can consider buying a car there."
"I don't have that much money."
While they were talking, Lan Xin came over quickly, holding a painting tube. Jiang Zhe waved to Lan Xin, and then asked the other two to get in the car.
Mou Xing had already opened the back door consciously.
Lan Xin's canvas shoes rubbed against the sycamore catkins on the cement floor. Seeing Fu Min preparing to go to the back row, she said, "I, I'll go to the back row."
"No, Sister Lan!" Fu Min opened the car door first and pushed Lan Xin to the front passenger seat. "According to traffic regulations, the front passenger seat passenger has the obligation to assist in observing the road conditions."
Lan Xin saw that the leather seats of the BMW X5 glowed with a beeswax-colored luster in the sun, and she felt her ears getting hot.
Jiang Zhe raised his eyebrows as he looked at the chaos and motioned for Lan Xin to get in the car.
Lan Xin saw that the back door was closed and had no choice but to get in the car.
She sat in the passenger seat, closed the door, and heard Jiang Zhe's reminder from the side, "Fasten your seat belt."
"Oh." Lan Xin fastened her seat belt clumsily and felt that the two people in the back seat were looking at her.
She was eager to resolve the embarrassment, so she rubbed the seat belt buckle with her fingertips. Seeing the auction catalog in the storage compartment, she asked, "Jiang Zhe, can I take a look at this book?"
Jiang Zhe started the car and said, "You can take a look. It's the catalog of the Polaroid auction, and there's also the catalog of the Christie's auction below.
"Thank you." Lan Xin took out two catalogs.
Fu Min came over from the back row: "I want to see it too."
Lan Xin gave the Christie's catalog to Fu Min and began to look through the Poly Auction catalog.
She soon saw Jiang Zhe's work on auction. Next to the picture was a description and estimated price, as well as a handwritten number: 1 RMB.
She knew that this was the selling price of the work.
When I saw this number, I remembered the sadness of a detailed lotus painting I sold recently, which was bargained down to 800 yuan.
While Fu Min was flipping through the catalog, she asked, "Jiang Zhe, what does the buyer of your work do at the Polaroid auction?"
Jiang Zhe glanced at Fu Min through the rearview mirror and said, "I didn't see the buyer, so I don't know if you also want to put your work up for auction?"
"Of course I do," Fu Min said, "I'm really short of money. I'm going to the UK after graduation and there are so many things I can spend money on."
Mou Xing thought she was showing off, so he said, "Fu Min, are you thinking too far ahead? Several of your works have never been sold in the gallery. Last year, the highest price of your works was more than three thousand? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to go to the auction?"
"Shut up!" Fu Min patted Mou Xing and said, "My painting "Fringes" could have been sold, but the buyer kept bargaining."
"The color tone of your painting is like scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Mou Xing teased, and was hit twice by Fu Min again.
This caused Jiang Zhe and the other man to laugh.
"Jiang Zhe!" Fu Min saw Jiang Zhe's works in the Christie's auction catalogue: "Did your painting sell? Why haven't I heard you mention it before!"
Mou Xing came over to take a look and said, "We have seen this painting. Has it been sent to Christie's?"
Jiang Zhe looked at the road ahead, focusing all his attention on driving: "Oh, it was bought by a European collector. I had a lot of things to do at the time, so I didn't advertise it."
"How much?" the three asked in unison.
"7 euros." "So much?"
"The price of this painting is lower than the price of works auctioned by Polaroid." Jiang Zhe said casually.
"It's a lot, enough to cover the cost of studying abroad." Fu Min sighed.
"After deducting the handling fees and various taxes, less than half is left," said Jiang Zhe.
Lan Xin glanced at the passing scenery outside the window, and finally mustered up the courage to turn around and said, "Jiang Zhe, how do you judge the buyer's preferences?"
When Fu Min heard this, she also squeezed over and said, "Quick, can you teach me the secret? I want to sell more paintings!"
Just at this moment, the signal light ahead came on.
Jiang Zhe parked the car and said with a smile: "First, make collectors feel that buying your paintings is investing in the next Picasso."
"I understand the principle. What should I do?" Fu Min asked
"You lack an art critic who can describe the starry sky as the code of the universe," said Jiang Zhe.
Mr. Wang also asked someone to help us write an introduction to our work! But... "Mou Xing also joined the discussion.
"There is another way." Jiang Zhe glanced at Lan Xin. "Make up a story for each painting. For example, your lotus painting can be described as 'a pond in memory of childhood'. I can't remember who said it, but the data shows that emotional added value can increase the price of a work by ."
"Finally--" Jiang Zhe saw the traffic light ahead change and slowly started the car.
“Have you ever watched sentimental variety shows? The art market also needs performances and scripts.
There is another way.
I once went to a preview and heard a sales manager tell a client that the color of a certain piece matched her jade bracelet very well.
Fu Min collapsed in the back seat and wailed, "Kill me! I'm not smiling at collectors, I'd rather draw human anatomy!"
"You can do the opposite." Jiang Zhe turned the car, "For example, make up a story about how you rejected the buyer and then burned the works you were not satisfied with."
Mou Xing smiled and said, "Do something unique? Can you give your work a particularly strange title?"
"Actually." Lan Xin's voice was still soft, but loud enough for everyone on the bus to hear, "The teacher taught us to write poems with a proper signature, saying that it can reflect the painter's character. An auspicious name can also have a good effect."
"Sister Lan, contrast is popular now!" Fu Min said, "Next time, write 'I am the most popular' next to the lotus, and I guarantee you will become a big hit!"
Jiang Zhe thought of all the weird and even vulgar signatures he had seen in his previous life, and couldn't help but smile.
"Jiang Zhe, keep talking, why did you stop?" Fu Min asked.
Jiang Zhe said: "Sister, I want to drive. Simply put, you have to make the buyer feel that he is not buying a painting, but your future."
When waiting for the traffic light again, Lan Xin took the initiative to change the subject. "Um, Jiang Zhe, have you seen my graduation work? What do you think would be a better frame for it?"
"If you choose a vertical scroll, you should use Song-style mounting, and use high-end materials for silk mounting." Jiang Zhe said: "If you use a scroll, you need to match it up on the spot."
Fu Min and Mou Xing also joined the discussion...
Jiang Zhe drove into the parking lot downstairs of the gallery and saw that the gallery manager was already waiting for them.
The car stopped, Jiang Zhe and his companions got out, and the manager greeted them warmly.
"I have invited the framer over and prepared all the samples. You can choose directly when you come."
Several people hurriedly thanked him.
Enter the gallery, greet the staff you meet along the way, and come to the workshop.
A man in his forties stood up and greeted them with a smile when he saw Jiang Zhe and his companions coming in.
The master's surname is Liu, and Jiang Zhe and others have worked with Master Liu many times.
After the pleasantries, we got down to business.
Jiang Zhe and others stated their demands respectively.
After looking at the pictures of several people's works, Master Liu began to give suggestions.
“A new batch of frames just arrived recently, and I brought some samples with me.”
He took a few people to select first and then compare.
Fu Min's fingertips stroked the embossed grape pattern on the bronze frame: "My work should go well with this. When the light shines on it, there will be vine projections."
"It is recommended to choose a composite frame with decreasing width." Mou Xing took out his notebook: "According to the principle of optical illusion, a 7cm outer frame + a 3cm inner frame can make the picture appear"
"Stop!" Fu Min straightened her hair and said, "I'm here to select the frame, not to attend class!"
Jiang Zhe's eyes swept across the sample wall.
Seeing a black walnut frame reminded me of an exhibition I saw in a gallery in New York - this framing method may allow the audience to focus on the texture of the brushstrokes.
He remembered this model and went to look at other frames.
Finally, three models were selected for comparison.
"Try this one!" Master Liu held up the gilded frame and came closer. "This is an imitation of the Venetian antique frame, carved with laurel leaves."
Lan Xin was in trouble in the Chinese painting mounting area.
The gallery staff opened several types of high-end silk and introduced which patterns were suitable for meticulous painting and which were suitable for freehand painting.
"Try this." Jiang Zhe came over and pulled out a roll of light blue ice crackle silk. "It echoes some of the colors in your work, but it's different."
Lan Xin and Jiang Zhe discussed the options for water separation.
Soon, Fu Min also came to ask Jiang Zhe for his opinion.
"Jiang Zhe! Does this frame my work have a visual impact?"
Jiang Zhe said: "Isn't it a bit old-fashioned?"
Mou Xing was more straightforward: "Like the beer and small tables at a barbecue stall."
"Go to hell!"
Mou Xing had already chosen the outer frame, and after calculating the price, he said, "The price for the whole set is so expensive?"
Lan Xin also had this feeling. In the past, she would not have been willing to use such good mounting materials, but in order to participate in the graduation work exhibition, she had to spend any amount of money.
After discussion and comparison, Jiang Zhe chose a black walnut frame with a simple relief.
Fu Min chose an antique teak frame, the annual ring pattern and brushstroke texture form a double rhythm. Mou Xing matched the work with a 7cm wide metal frame, the mirror effect can reflect the audience's figure.
Lan Xin finally chose the Song Dynasty style mounting, with light blue silk as the separator and dark cloud patterns printed on it.
Of course, these choices also need to be photographed and shown to their respective instructors.
Having accomplished their goal, Jiang Zhe and his companions left the gallery, feeling a little more relieved.
Originally they planned to have dinner together, but after Jiang Zhe received a call, he helplessly said to Fu Min and the others, "Sorry, we can't have dinner together today. We have guests at home again."
"You should go home soon. You don't have to see us off." Lan Xin said.
Jiang Zhe said: "There is still time to send you off. Let's go and get in the car."
(End of this chapter)
office.
Professor Qin once again called together the graduates under his studio guidance to review their papers.
"Let's talk about the common problems first. "The cover title is bold in black font size 2, the page number is centered in Song font size 5, the reference space must be half-width, the Chinese and English abstracts must be on the same page, and the figure numbers must be cross-referenced using Word..."
"The English keywords in the abstract must completely correspond." After talking about the common problems, he looked at the several drafts of the papers on the table, and then went on to point out the areas that each person needed to revise.
Jiang Zhe, Mou Xing, and Fu Min sat upright, taking notes in their notebooks.
"The reference page number is missing..." Fu Min felt that the buzzing sound from the computer case was particularly harsh.
Then, Mou Xing also began to feel uncomfortable. All the page breaks in his paper were manually entered with carriage returns.
After hearing the problem pointed out by Professor Qin, a student asked: "Teacher, if the schematic diagram in the creation instructions is drawn by myself, do I still need to indicate the source?"
"Hand-drawn drawings must state 'self-made by the author' in the figure caption. From the proposal to the writing of each step of the review, Professor Qin only focused on the direction and content. Now, everyone's paper content has been completed. The students thought that the work was done, but they did not expect Professor Qin to be so strict in the format. Even Jiang Zhe's paper was picked out for several formatting issues.
For the first time, students felt how strict the requirements for formal papers were.
After Professor Qin finished talking about the thesis, without waiting for the students to breathe a sigh of relief, he started talking about the exhibition requirements for graduation works.
"The frame of the painting is part of the work." He raised his voice: "The selection and arrangement of the frame for the work should be done immediately. Graduation is approaching and everyone is busy, so avoid crowding together."
"Classical works are matched with Rococo carved gold frames, modern works are matched with simple frames in natural wood color, and small paintings of 30×40cm are matched with 5cm wide frames"
"Professor, can paintings with cool colors be framed in mahogany?"
“Yes, but you have to find a corresponding color block in the painting.”
After Professor Qin explained the requirements for framing, he was still not at ease and asked the students to send him photos after making their choices, or for him to go and see the actual items in person.
Next, the requirements for the graduation exhibition were arranged.
He took out an exhibition plan and unfolded the floor plan of the art gallery.
“The school attaches great importance to the annual graduation exhibition. The undergraduate and graduate exhibitions are held at the same time. The first floor mainly displays works of the Department of Plastic Arts, comprehensive installation production, and a small number of design works.
The west hall is the exhibition area for oil painting majors..."
The students are already familiar with the structure of the art museum, and the environment of the exhibition hall has emerged in their minds. They begin to imagine where their works would be more appropriately placed.
"The main hall displays large-scale theme works. Jiang Zhe, your work will be placed in the main hall, and it may be the first one, to be determined. Other people's works will be placed in the oil painting exhibition area. We will adjust them when the time comes..." After Professor Qin finished speaking, the office fell silent.
Jiang Zhe had already received the news and was not surprised.
Others were not at peace.
According to past experience, the works that can be placed in the main exhibition hall are either graduate students' works or important works. The works that can be placed in important positions in the main exhibition hall are all works of important people. Although I know that Jiang Zhe's work will be placed in the main exhibition hall, I heard that it will be placed in the first place, which is of unusual significance. Although it is pending, everyone knows that the probability is very high.
Professor Qin said: "Don't be envious, this is something the school took the initiative to propose."
He then laid out the requirements for participating in the exhibition.
“The side of the frame should be lined with a label printed by the academy. … The description should not exceed 200 words and no rhetoric is allowed.”
The students lowered their heads to take notes. Now, they had no time to sigh.
The meeting ended and the students breathed a sigh of relief.
Professor Qin had other things to do, so Jiang Zhe and others said goodbye and left together.
After leaving the office building, the students dispersed.
Jiang Zhe, Fu Min, and Mou Xing planned to go to Wang Zhen's gallery to choose the style of the picture frame. So, they walked to the parking lot together.
On the way, Jiang Zhe received a call from Lan Xin.
"Lan Xin is going to the gallery. Let's wait for her in the parking lot."
Arriving at the parking lot, the three of them stood by the car, chatting while waiting.
Fu Min fixed her hair in front of the mirror next to the car door: "Jiang Zhe, your car's paint is so shiny that it can reflect the acne on my face."
Jiang Zhe said, "Like it? You're going to London to study for a master's degree, so you can consider buying a car there."
"I don't have that much money."
While they were talking, Lan Xin came over quickly, holding a painting tube. Jiang Zhe waved to Lan Xin, and then asked the other two to get in the car.
Mou Xing had already opened the back door consciously.
Lan Xin's canvas shoes rubbed against the sycamore catkins on the cement floor. Seeing Fu Min preparing to go to the back row, she said, "I, I'll go to the back row."
"No, Sister Lan!" Fu Min opened the car door first and pushed Lan Xin to the front passenger seat. "According to traffic regulations, the front passenger seat passenger has the obligation to assist in observing the road conditions."
Lan Xin saw that the leather seats of the BMW X5 glowed with a beeswax-colored luster in the sun, and she felt her ears getting hot.
Jiang Zhe raised his eyebrows as he looked at the chaos and motioned for Lan Xin to get in the car.
Lan Xin saw that the back door was closed and had no choice but to get in the car.
She sat in the passenger seat, closed the door, and heard Jiang Zhe's reminder from the side, "Fasten your seat belt."
"Oh." Lan Xin fastened her seat belt clumsily and felt that the two people in the back seat were looking at her.
She was eager to resolve the embarrassment, so she rubbed the seat belt buckle with her fingertips. Seeing the auction catalog in the storage compartment, she asked, "Jiang Zhe, can I take a look at this book?"
Jiang Zhe started the car and said, "You can take a look. It's the catalog of the Polaroid auction, and there's also the catalog of the Christie's auction below.
"Thank you." Lan Xin took out two catalogs.
Fu Min came over from the back row: "I want to see it too."
Lan Xin gave the Christie's catalog to Fu Min and began to look through the Poly Auction catalog.
She soon saw Jiang Zhe's work on auction. Next to the picture was a description and estimated price, as well as a handwritten number: 1 RMB.
She knew that this was the selling price of the work.
When I saw this number, I remembered the sadness of a detailed lotus painting I sold recently, which was bargained down to 800 yuan.
While Fu Min was flipping through the catalog, she asked, "Jiang Zhe, what does the buyer of your work do at the Polaroid auction?"
Jiang Zhe glanced at Fu Min through the rearview mirror and said, "I didn't see the buyer, so I don't know if you also want to put your work up for auction?"
"Of course I do," Fu Min said, "I'm really short of money. I'm going to the UK after graduation and there are so many things I can spend money on."
Mou Xing thought she was showing off, so he said, "Fu Min, are you thinking too far ahead? Several of your works have never been sold in the gallery. Last year, the highest price of your works was more than three thousand? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to go to the auction?"
"Shut up!" Fu Min patted Mou Xing and said, "My painting "Fringes" could have been sold, but the buyer kept bargaining."
"The color tone of your painting is like scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Mou Xing teased, and was hit twice by Fu Min again.
This caused Jiang Zhe and the other man to laugh.
"Jiang Zhe!" Fu Min saw Jiang Zhe's works in the Christie's auction catalogue: "Did your painting sell? Why haven't I heard you mention it before!"
Mou Xing came over to take a look and said, "We have seen this painting. Has it been sent to Christie's?"
Jiang Zhe looked at the road ahead, focusing all his attention on driving: "Oh, it was bought by a European collector. I had a lot of things to do at the time, so I didn't advertise it."
"How much?" the three asked in unison.
"7 euros." "So much?"
"The price of this painting is lower than the price of works auctioned by Polaroid." Jiang Zhe said casually.
"It's a lot, enough to cover the cost of studying abroad." Fu Min sighed.
"After deducting the handling fees and various taxes, less than half is left," said Jiang Zhe.
Lan Xin glanced at the passing scenery outside the window, and finally mustered up the courage to turn around and said, "Jiang Zhe, how do you judge the buyer's preferences?"
When Fu Min heard this, she also squeezed over and said, "Quick, can you teach me the secret? I want to sell more paintings!"
Just at this moment, the signal light ahead came on.
Jiang Zhe parked the car and said with a smile: "First, make collectors feel that buying your paintings is investing in the next Picasso."
"I understand the principle. What should I do?" Fu Min asked
"You lack an art critic who can describe the starry sky as the code of the universe," said Jiang Zhe.
Mr. Wang also asked someone to help us write an introduction to our work! But... "Mou Xing also joined the discussion.
"There is another way." Jiang Zhe glanced at Lan Xin. "Make up a story for each painting. For example, your lotus painting can be described as 'a pond in memory of childhood'. I can't remember who said it, but the data shows that emotional added value can increase the price of a work by ."
"Finally--" Jiang Zhe saw the traffic light ahead change and slowly started the car.
“Have you ever watched sentimental variety shows? The art market also needs performances and scripts.
There is another way.
I once went to a preview and heard a sales manager tell a client that the color of a certain piece matched her jade bracelet very well.
Fu Min collapsed in the back seat and wailed, "Kill me! I'm not smiling at collectors, I'd rather draw human anatomy!"
"You can do the opposite." Jiang Zhe turned the car, "For example, make up a story about how you rejected the buyer and then burned the works you were not satisfied with."
Mou Xing smiled and said, "Do something unique? Can you give your work a particularly strange title?"
"Actually." Lan Xin's voice was still soft, but loud enough for everyone on the bus to hear, "The teacher taught us to write poems with a proper signature, saying that it can reflect the painter's character. An auspicious name can also have a good effect."
"Sister Lan, contrast is popular now!" Fu Min said, "Next time, write 'I am the most popular' next to the lotus, and I guarantee you will become a big hit!"
Jiang Zhe thought of all the weird and even vulgar signatures he had seen in his previous life, and couldn't help but smile.
"Jiang Zhe, keep talking, why did you stop?" Fu Min asked.
Jiang Zhe said: "Sister, I want to drive. Simply put, you have to make the buyer feel that he is not buying a painting, but your future."
When waiting for the traffic light again, Lan Xin took the initiative to change the subject. "Um, Jiang Zhe, have you seen my graduation work? What do you think would be a better frame for it?"
"If you choose a vertical scroll, you should use Song-style mounting, and use high-end materials for silk mounting." Jiang Zhe said: "If you use a scroll, you need to match it up on the spot."
Fu Min and Mou Xing also joined the discussion...
Jiang Zhe drove into the parking lot downstairs of the gallery and saw that the gallery manager was already waiting for them.
The car stopped, Jiang Zhe and his companions got out, and the manager greeted them warmly.
"I have invited the framer over and prepared all the samples. You can choose directly when you come."
Several people hurriedly thanked him.
Enter the gallery, greet the staff you meet along the way, and come to the workshop.
A man in his forties stood up and greeted them with a smile when he saw Jiang Zhe and his companions coming in.
The master's surname is Liu, and Jiang Zhe and others have worked with Master Liu many times.
After the pleasantries, we got down to business.
Jiang Zhe and others stated their demands respectively.
After looking at the pictures of several people's works, Master Liu began to give suggestions.
“A new batch of frames just arrived recently, and I brought some samples with me.”
He took a few people to select first and then compare.
Fu Min's fingertips stroked the embossed grape pattern on the bronze frame: "My work should go well with this. When the light shines on it, there will be vine projections."
"It is recommended to choose a composite frame with decreasing width." Mou Xing took out his notebook: "According to the principle of optical illusion, a 7cm outer frame + a 3cm inner frame can make the picture appear"
"Stop!" Fu Min straightened her hair and said, "I'm here to select the frame, not to attend class!"
Jiang Zhe's eyes swept across the sample wall.
Seeing a black walnut frame reminded me of an exhibition I saw in a gallery in New York - this framing method may allow the audience to focus on the texture of the brushstrokes.
He remembered this model and went to look at other frames.
Finally, three models were selected for comparison.
"Try this one!" Master Liu held up the gilded frame and came closer. "This is an imitation of the Venetian antique frame, carved with laurel leaves."
Lan Xin was in trouble in the Chinese painting mounting area.
The gallery staff opened several types of high-end silk and introduced which patterns were suitable for meticulous painting and which were suitable for freehand painting.
"Try this." Jiang Zhe came over and pulled out a roll of light blue ice crackle silk. "It echoes some of the colors in your work, but it's different."
Lan Xin and Jiang Zhe discussed the options for water separation.
Soon, Fu Min also came to ask Jiang Zhe for his opinion.
"Jiang Zhe! Does this frame my work have a visual impact?"
Jiang Zhe said: "Isn't it a bit old-fashioned?"
Mou Xing was more straightforward: "Like the beer and small tables at a barbecue stall."
"Go to hell!"
Mou Xing had already chosen the outer frame, and after calculating the price, he said, "The price for the whole set is so expensive?"
Lan Xin also had this feeling. In the past, she would not have been willing to use such good mounting materials, but in order to participate in the graduation work exhibition, she had to spend any amount of money.
After discussion and comparison, Jiang Zhe chose a black walnut frame with a simple relief.
Fu Min chose an antique teak frame, the annual ring pattern and brushstroke texture form a double rhythm. Mou Xing matched the work with a 7cm wide metal frame, the mirror effect can reflect the audience's figure.
Lan Xin finally chose the Song Dynasty style mounting, with light blue silk as the separator and dark cloud patterns printed on it.
Of course, these choices also need to be photographed and shown to their respective instructors.
Having accomplished their goal, Jiang Zhe and his companions left the gallery, feeling a little more relieved.
Originally they planned to have dinner together, but after Jiang Zhe received a call, he helplessly said to Fu Min and the others, "Sorry, we can't have dinner together today. We have guests at home again."
"You should go home soon. You don't have to see us off." Lan Xin said.
Jiang Zhe said: "There is still time to send you off. Let's go and get in the car."
(End of this chapter)
