Dangerous Aesthetics

Busy days always pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he and Diana have been back to the United States for eight months.

After picking up Diana from the kindergarten in the afternoon, David took her hand and walked to the garage. He smiled when he opened the door: "Little princess, you seem to have grown taller?"

"That's right! Dad! I've grown so much!" Diana gestured to David with her finger.

"Then it looks like Dad is going to take you to buy some clothes." David kissed Diana on the forehead, led her into the car, and fastened her seat belt, "How are you getting along with the children in the kindergarten?" ?”

"Everyone treats me very well, but..." Diana pouted, a little aggrieved, "Joshua always bullies me, he always pulls my braids, and laughs at the color of my skirt... But other girls also wear such skirts!"

David smiled slightly, with strong pampering in the corners of his eyes and brows, "Next time he bullies you, just tell him, 'My father doesn't like me marrying a boy who is not a gentleman'."

"Why?" Diana blinked.

After touching her head, David continued to drive, and said with deep meaning: "You will understand when you grow up."

At this time, a Spyker came oncoming.

The handsome man who was driving was somewhat indifferent, and the elder wearing glasses sitting behind the car was chatting with him.

"I'm so happy. I didn't expect you to choose Washington as the venue for your next art exhibition."

"Because there will be a wine festival in Washington this month." Olivan replied lightly.

"That's right, it's very convenient for those collectors to be able to attend the wine festival and watch your art exhibition at the same time."

The moment the two cars passed by, David happened to pass mineral water to Diana with one hand, while Oliwen stared wide-eyed, watching the familiar face flash by.

The brakes were slammed, and the old man behind almost hit his head on the front seat, "Olivan... what's wrong!"

Without saying a word, Oliwen turned the car around and ran to the opposite lane.

"Oliver—no turns allowed here!"

Olivan just stared at the car ahead and followed closely behind.

The old man who finally sat upright was out of breath, and his heart was about to jump out of the sharp turn just now.

David didn't realize that someone was following him, he just hummed the Protestant nursery rhyme "Little Indian" with Diana, shook his head from time to time and laughed with Diana, looking like a happy father and daughter .

Passing by a coffee shop called Sicily, Diana raised her hand, "Dad, I want to eat Sicilian banana pie!"

"Banana pie again? You'll turn into a fat little pig and get cavities." Even so, David stopped the car and led Diana into the cafe.

Oliwen's car stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop. Oliwen stared at the man sitting by the window for a long time, tracing the outline of the man.

"Oliwen, what happened to you? Why all of a sudden..." The old man was amazed at the loss of control of this usually calm young man. Following the other party's focused gaze, he saw the young man who was adding sugar to his daughter's milk. "That's not Hof Mr. Lan?"

Oliwen looked back at the old man: "Mr. Wenman, do you know him?"

"Yes, I know it. Once I wanted to buy the posthumous work of the modern painter Cardiff. Just before paying, Mr. Hovland told me quietly that he thought the painting was a fake, which reminded me to find someone to identify it. As he said, the painting is a fake. I admire his views on art, almost like a professional connoisseur, it is a pity that he makes wine."

"He makes wine?" Olivan frowned slightly.

"Yes, he has been working very hard on his wife's vineyard and winery in Bordeaux, France. In order to expand the market, he came back to the United States. The name of his wine is 'Ruby', which is the name of his deceased wife. "

"You mean, his wife passed away." Olivan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What's the matter, you seem to know him too, do you want to go in and have a chat with him, I see you chased him so eagerly just now." Mr. Wenman smiled, and his beard trembled accordingly.

"No, you said just now that he is a wine merchant?"

"That's right, although his wines are not luxurious, they have the most outstanding taste among mid-priced red wines. In time, his wines will also sell for a lot of money. By the way, he has participated in the exhibition of this year's Red Wine Festival , should be in the mid-range red wine exhibition area."

Oliwen turned his head and looked at David, who was pinching his daughter's nose, with a meaningful arc drawn on his lips.

"Mr. Mann, if you fell in love with someone, but that person ran away, and if you accidentally met him again, what do you think it is?"

"Oh, it's rare for our great artist to ask such a question." Mr. Wenman laughed, "This is 'fate', God wants me to catch her."

"I think so too." Olivan raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips was determined and open.

Mr. Wenman was stunned. He had never seen such an expression on this calm and introverted young man.

That night, Neo, who was sitting in front of the computer programming, received a call from Olivan.

"Hey... I don't have time to discuss with you about David right now! I'm so overwhelmed!" Neo grabbed his head with one hand. Tonight is the deadline for this program at twelve o'clock.

"I've found him."

"What..." Neo was stunned, then lowered his voice, "What do you want to do?"

"I was too stupid to forget that he cared so much about that woman in the hospital in Houston."

Neo shook his head, "When did you pay attention to everything he said and everything he did?"

"You are right. He is married and has a daughter who should belong to that woman." Olivan's voice was calm.

"Then I advise you to stand farther away. I know your character well..."

"Don't worry, I won't run amuck like I was when I was younger. You like him, don't you Neo?"

"So what?" Neo frowned, "It's because I like it, so I let him do whatever he wants."

"As an old friend, I will let you know in advance that David is mine. There is one more thing I forgot to tell you, his wife has returned to God's arms." After speaking, Olivan hung up the phone.

Neo listened to the busy tone over there, and closed his eyes forcefully.

"David...I can only help you so far. Maybe...it's not a bad thing to hand you over to Olivier."

In the middle of the month, the Morton Art Gallery in Washington officially opened a modern art exhibition.

There are an endless stream of viewers.

The average age of all the painters in this exhibition is only 36 years old, which means that as these young painters go further and further in the art world, the value of the paintings exhibited today will increase exponentially.The original reserve price of the painting was only 20, but by the end of the first week, it had risen to nearly 100 million.

But among all the paintings, the most eye-catching is still the work of Olivan Kane.

In the past year, almost no new works by Oliwen have come out. Many art critics have speculated whether the talent of this young painter is like an erupting volcano. It was too strong in the past few years, and now it is finally exhausted.

But the painting "Eyes" exhibited this time once again caught the eyes of those art connoisseurs, and became the most anticipated work of this exhibition, but the most regrettable thing is that it is not for sale.

David was invited by Mr. Wenman to come to this exhibition, and Diana was also invited.According to Mr. Weinman, the earlier children are exposed to some elegant art, the easier it is for them to develop their sense of art.

Today's Diana is very beautifully dressed, wearing a silk round hat, lavender leather gloves, an absolute lady.

When Mr. Wenman saw David, he gave him a big hug, "Fortunately, you are here, and I really want to hear your evaluation of these young painters. I remember last month when you evaluated the painter named Xibi , said that his style is natural and skillful, and he will definitely shine in the future. Although I bought his paintings, I don't think he can really be as successful as you said, but a connoisseur from France this month , admired his paintings very much, and held an exhibition for him..."

David smiled, "Mr. Wenman, that's just because Mr. Seeby is very lucky, because not every talented painter can be touted by connoisseurs."

"Your appreciation of art is as good as Europe..." Mr. Wenman seemed to have thought of something, and quickly changed the subject, "Let's not talk so much, please take a look at this work, I really want to buy it, but I don't know What do you think about it."

When the two passed by a work surrounded by many collectors, David slowed down curiously.

"Oh...how did I forget, when you come to this art exhibition, the first thing you should do is appreciate Olivier Kane's "Eyes", otherwise it will be a waste of time." Mr. Wenman said with great interest Ask, "I don't know how you feel about Olivan's works this time? Many connoisseurs say that he has finally surpassed the constraints of the past and is moving towards the second peak."

David raised his head. Like Olivan's usual style, he didn't use rich colors, but focused on the color matching and the expressive ability of lines.

"He... seems to have matured a lot." David slowly spread a smile, "I was always stubborn before, and could only see one figure and one thing. If a painter, the scenery in his mind will always be the same, Then what he paints on the canvas will always be the same."

"So?" Wenman was attracted by David's gentle voice.

"Now...his lines look very broad, as if he has broken free from the shackles and flew up. He finally knows how to appreciate other beauties." David put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and when he looked at the painting, It seems to be talking with the painter.

In this place where the artist's thoughts are presented, it seems that David himself has become a part of it harmoniously.