Chapter 887 Request for Painting
Since he promised Li Li, Fang Minghua chose Chinese paintings to donate to the Confucius Institute at San Francisco State University.
He didn't need to choose too many, just one painting from each famous artist, and he didn't need to choose the best ones. He didn't send them abroad for exhibitions, but just to show Chinese culture to ordinary students. Besides, Fang Minghua himself couldn't bear to give up the best ones.
Of course, they couldn't be too bad.
Qi Baishi's "Shrimp Fun", Zhang Daqian's "Autumn Sunshine", Pan Tianshou's "Cat Rock Banana Scroll", Xu Beihong's "Group of Horses", Wu Changshuo's "Loquat in May".
Fang Minghua selected twelve paintings by painters of the Republic of China, and then carefully packed and prepared to take them to the United States. Ten of them were donated to the Confucius Institute, and the remaining two he planned to hang in his own study and tea room in the manor.
Song Tangtang knew about this and naturally supported it. She smiled and said, "Minghua, it doesn't have to be paintings by painters from the Republic of China. There are also many famous painters in Qin Province today, such as Wang Xijing, Ma Xian, Zhao Zhenchuan, and Liu Wenxi. You can also ask them for paintings."
"Yes, how could I forget this? My wife is smart!" Fang Minghua took the opportunity to compliment her.
Song Tangtang smiled slightly and said nothing.
Since it was decided, Fang Minghua drove to find these painters in Xijing City the next morning. He first found Wang Xijing.
Wang Xijing is now the chairman of the Qin Province Artists Association and the president of the Xijing Chinese Painting Academy. The two have a good relationship. The painting hall on the third floor of Fang Minghua's home was designed by Wang Xijing himself, and all the protective equipment inside was installed and debugged by him.
Xijing Chinese Painting Academy is on Nanjiao Lingyuan Road. Fang Minghua first called to ask if Wang Xijing was in the office, so he drove over and stated his purpose straight to the point.
San Francisco State University is going to set up a Confucius Institute. My wife's cousin is the director of the US side. In order to let more foreigners see and feel the profoundness of our traditional Chinese paintings, please donate one of your paintings and I will take it to San Francisco.
"Dean Wang, this is also a personal favor for me. And your painting is not a gift, but a temporary loan. If the Confucius Institute is closed in the future, I will return it intact." Fang Minghua emphasized at last.
Wang Xijing laughed and said in authentic Guanzhong dialect: "This is not a big deal. You can pick any of my paintings, but I have a condition."
"What condition?"
"Choose thirty or fifty paintings from your private collection of Chinese paintings and hold an exhibition in our Chinese Painting Academy. First, it will increase the popularity of our painting academy, and second, it will also allow these young painters in Qin Province to observe and learn. The exhibition does not need to be too long, just one year."
One year is not long? !
Fang Minghua was shocked when he heard it.
It's really a bit reluctant.
Seeing Fang Minghua's expression, Wang Xijing said again: "Minghua, you hide those paintings at home, not exhibiting or auctioning them, like a miser, what's the point?"
I do!
But Fang Minghua couldn't say this, because it would hurt his old friend's heart.
Seeing Fang Minghua's expression, Wang Xijing paused and said: "If you agree to me, I can do you another favor."
"What favor?"
"I don't think you want one person's painting, right? Do you want paintings by Ma Xi'an, Zhao Zhenchuan, Liu Wenxi and others? I can help convince them."
This is possible!
Fang Minghua was overjoyed when he heard this.
In the Qin Province painting circle, Fang Minghua and Wang Xijing are more familiar with each other, and the rest like Ma Xi'an and Zhao Zhenchuan are just nodding acquaintances. If he rashly goes to them to ask for paintings now, they may not give them. After all, painters are now ranked in the country, and a painting is worth tens of thousands of yuan.
Of course, Fang Minghua couldn't agree easily: "Dean Wang, Ma Xian and the others alone won't do. You have to help me persuade Lei Zhenmin, Gao Xia, Wu San and others to help write!"
This time Fang Minghua was not talking about a painter, but a famous calligrapher in Xijing.
In fact, Fang Minghua's calligraphy is now well-known in Xijing City, and he has connections with calligraphers, but with Wang Xijing, the two people's words carry more weight.
After hearing what Fang Minghua said, Wang Xijing laughed again: "Minghua, you are so open-minded when writing articles, but why are you so stingy when doing this? Okay, calligraphy and painting are inseparable, and I know these people, so I will help you with this."
"Thank you then." Fang Minghua said.
"Then I want to go to your house to personally select the paintings for the exhibition in our art academy!" Wang Xijing made another request.
Fuck!
This Wang Xijing doesn't suffer any loss at all.
Since Wang Xijing agreed, he ignored the hot weather and followed Fang Minghua in his car to find people in Xijing City. Some of them were well-connected and easy to talk to, while others were not so easy to talk to. However, he still asked for one or two works from each person.
Ma Xian's "Qinling Smoke and Clouds", Zhao Zhenchuan's "Yellow River Autumn Harvest", Liu Wenxi's "More Joyful Minshan Thousand Miles of Snow". Of course, there were also Wang Xijing's own "Seven Sages in the Bamboo Forest" and "Pine Songs".
The calligraphy community also found nearly ten works by several calligraphers in Xijing City.
There were a total of thirty paintings and calligraphy.
Wang Xijing was not polite. After the matter was done, he immediately took people to Fang Minghua's house and selected works by major painters of the Republic of China in the painting hall.
Fang Minghua said, you asked for thirty paintings and calligraphy for me, and you can only choose thirty paintings from me at most!
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Wang Xijing was naturally unwilling. Thirty paintings were not enough for an exhibition. Minghua, why are you so stingy?
In the end, 52 paintings and calligraphy works were selected. After completing the formalities, they left with satisfaction, which made Fang Minghua feel painful.
In the evening, Song Tangtang came back and learned about this, and smiled and said: "Minghua, you asked for so many paintings and calligraphy, not counting those paintings from the Republic of China, you can also hold another Qin Province painting and calligraphy exhibition in San Francisco."
Hey.
This is an idea!
Fang Minghua immediately agreed.
"But thirty paintings are a bit too few for a painting and calligraphy exhibition, how about being thick-skinned and asking for more? That Wang Xijing took 52 paintings from me!" Fang Minghua felt upset when she thought of this.
"You" Seeing her husband like this, Song Tangtang didn't say much, just said:
"Thirty paintings are a little few, but you can write, I think your handwriting is not much worse than those calligraphy." Song Tangtang came up with another idea.
This
is a way!
"Okay, I'll write, and ask Pingwa and Zhongshi to help write a few!" Fang Minghua made a decision immediately.
Of course, there was no need to be too polite to the two. Fang Minghua immediately called them separately to explain the reason and set a task: "At least five works."
There was no need to emphasize the best. They would definitely write carefully or take out the works they were satisfied with.
Fang Minghua was not idle either. He wrote in the study every day for the past two days and finally selected five relatively satisfactory works.
Fang Minghua naturally could not carry so many paintings on board, so he had to check them in internationally. In order to prevent accidents, he also paid a huge amount of insurance.
After all this, it was August 27th, and he packed his luggage and prepared to rush to San Francisco.