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Text Chapter 48 No one likes exams three

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    What is a work of art?  In my mind, anything flashy can be called a work of art.  The top art works are just more gorgeous and less practical.  When I was in the entrepreneurial stage, I also ran an art business, and my business targets were members of the Middle Eastern royal families who had too much money and really had no place to spend it.  During their transactions, I understood that art is huge profits among huge profits, which also made me have a certain fondness for art. Who doesn¡¯t like money? Who doesn¡¯t like that a piece of art can have dozens or hundreds of times profit?  What about the products?  Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to get into the eyes of the Middle Eastern royal family.  So, what kind of goods are attractive to guys like them who have too much money to burn it all?  For example, there are original works by masters, works that have been highly praised by many masters, cultural relics that are older and have stories of their own, and imitations that can get away with it. ? And these works of art have one thing in common, that is their own meaning.  If a piece of art can make people feel that it has profound meaning when they first see it, but they can't tell what it is, then this piece of art is not far from success.  And this is what my work is about.  A week is so long to me, because it only took me three days to conceive, fifteen minutes to find all the materials needed for my work, and finally it only took one minute to complete it.  The work is completed.  The rest of the days were spent in the bar doing nothing, drinking and farting with the customers.  When it was finally time to submit the work, I covered myself with a black cloth and carefully brought my work to the school.  When I walked into the classroom, I suddenly felt like I was in a sundry market. Various student-made artworks were displayed in various places in the classroom. There were voices everywhere showing off their works, and people expressing their excitement that their works were about to be seen by famous artists.  Feeling proud.  The noisy sound suddenly calmed down the moment Rachel and an old man with white hair entered the classroom.  Rachel was very satisfied with her power of intimidation. She respectfully invited the old man to the podium and said, "A week has passed. I think all the students have completed their works. I am honored to be here today."  Mr. Crouch, the vice president of the Los Angeles Art Association and a veteran in the art world, was invited to be the judge of this assessment. Everyone applauded." After finishing speaking, Rachel was the first to applaud.  Although I didn¡¯t even know there was an art association in Los Angeles, let alone who this Crouch was, I still applauded. I couldn¡¯t help it, because everyone around me was applauding desperately, and Rui  Qiu's eyes kept staring at me again, and she couldn't explain without clapping twice.  After the brief welcome ceremony, Rachel immediately got to the point.  The students below were like new recruits waiting to be reviewed by the general, waiting excitedly for Crouch¡¯s evaluation.  Then Crouch put on all his airs and walked down from the podium with a sway.  And Rachel followed him like a little follower.  Before each work he walked past, Crouch would ask the owner to briefly describe his concept of the work and the creation process.  And when Crouch walked in front of a girl and asked her to comment on the oil painting she had created, the girl blushed and hesitated without saying a word.  .  This girl has a bit of an impression in my mind. I remember last time that Joey introduced her not long after I first arrived in this class. She seemed to be named Colleen.  Colleen lowered her head and blushed. Originally, she thought that this exam would be just like the previous ones. She just asked herself to submit her works and have them graded by professionals in the art world. So she did the same thing as the previous exams.  I found a good friend from the art department of the college and asked him to paint an oil painting for me after paying a small fee. Who would I have thought that this time, a professional would comment in person and ask me to express my thoughts on the work?  .  Since Colleen only got the work from her friend today, she rushed directly to school after getting it and only took a quick look at the work.  At this time, I asked her to express her creative ideas. She really couldn¡¯t make it up even if she wanted to!  Rachel sighed and shook her head from behind. It seemed that Colleen would definitely fail the exam this time.  This was just a brief interlude, and then Crouch and Rachel continued their work.  When they reached Qiao Yi's position, the two of them were obviously stunned for a moment. Qiao Yi's work was wrapped in a large white cloth, and it was difficult to see what was inside.  Before Crouch and Rachel could ask questions, Joey automatically opened the white cloth.  Seeing Joey¡¯s work, the whole class was in an uproar. Rachel¡¯s face suddenly turned red and her eyes were closed tightly, but Crouch watched it with gusto.?, forget oneself.  Joey's work is a sculpture. The statue consists of a man and a woman. The two people are naked and combined in the most primitive way of human beings. To put it bluntly, the moment of sexual intercourse was fixed on his sculpture by Joey.  , no wonder Rachel blushed after seeing it.  What¡¯s commendable is that Qiao Yi¡¯s work is quite well sculpted. Anyone watching can clearly feel their happiness from the facial expressions of the two people.  The curves of the body are also very clear. It's hard to tell that Qiao Yi is not good at theory, but he is still quite good at sculpting.  Judging from Crouch's drooling expression, it was clear that Joey's work had impressed him.  After a brief absence, Crouch immediately woke up and coughed twice to cover up his gaffe.  At this time, Joey could not wait to introduce his work. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with this work: "Mr. Crouch has also seen my work. It is obvious that the theme of this work is 'sex'. I  The reason why "sex" is used as the theme is because "sex" culture is an indispensable part of the development of history and culture. "Sex" is also an indispensable regulator in human daily life, and it is a kind of human thought and emotion.  The supreme manifestation." When he said this, a very holy expression appeared on Qiao Yi's face. Could it be that I was dazzled?  What's even more amazing is that Joey's sculpture can be opened, and the middle part of the statue is empty. When Joey opened the statue, I discovered that there was a small statue in the middle. I looked over with my eyesight and clearly saw that it was a baby.  A statue of a baby curled up together, sucking his thumb with his little mouth, looking very cute.  Qiao Yi's voice wanted to ring again: "Life starts here, the world starts here!" As soon as Qiao Yi finished speaking, there was a thunderous applause in the classroom, and of course I also expressed my appreciation for Qiao Yi.  Expressed through applause.  Joey is indeed an American born and raised in the United States. The American spirit in his heart made him accept the applause without humility. It can be seen that he enjoys such treatment.  For those who engage in art, it is their greatest honor when their works are recognized by others.  After reading Qiao Yi¡¯s works, the latter works seem a bit old-fashioned and bland.  Soon, Crouch and Rachel walked up to me.  My works are wrapped in cloth like Joey's, but the difference is that I use black cloth.  From the outside, my work looks like a sphere.  The black cloth makes it look so mysterious and imaginative.  When Rachel was curious about uncovering the black cloth, I stopped her: "Teacher Rachel, a piece of black cloth is also part of my work, and please be careful when uncovering the black cloth. I think it's better to let it go."  Mr. Crouch came to evaluate my work for comparison. "What do you think?" My words made Rachel angry: "Bad boy, you really matched up with me. Let's see what's so great about your work."  You are playing a big role with me, who cares about your stuff, huh!  !  But Rachel had nothing to do with me. She had already said in advance that Mr. Crouch would be the judge today.  Seeing Rachel¡¯s stinky face, I knew she had misunderstood me, but I didn¡¯t intend to make any explanation, which in my opinion was not necessary at all.
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