Chapter 485 Nightmare
There was nothing special about the meeting with Karen Wiltshire. Both sides maintained their decency and feigned composure, and finally pretended to shake hands and make peace. The malicious war for the chip market came to an end.
Meng Anran also received his master's approval for the treatment of Mr. Jiang.
However, she had her own selfish motives. When relaying the Jiang family's message, she stated that only Jiang Zhiman was allowed to send Old Man Jiang to Yatang, and Old Zhao would not see anyone else.
This helped Jiang Zhiman consolidate his position in the Jiang family, and Jiang Zhiyi, who was originally the most popular, completely fell.
Meng Anran did not accompany Jiang Zhiman to Yatang because her third sculpture was going to be unveiled to the world today.
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The city center art gallery was crowded with celebrities and artists from all over the country came to visit.
The third work of the mysterious sculptor "Qiran" is about to be unveiled.
The grandeur and strangeness of "Indulge" and the roughness and pain of "Expulsion" have long been enshrined in legends. Everyone holds their breath, waiting for another soul-shaking shock.
The black velvet slipped off.
Under the spotlight, the works are presented.
There was no expected exclamation of shock, but instead a confused silence, followed by the gradual rise of suppressed whispers.
The work on the booth is titled "Nightmare", which depicts a highly tense scene using stone.
A ferocious wolfhound was bound by chains, struggling and roaring, while the figure of the person holding the chains was blurred, only the dagger held tightly in his hand was cold and clear, which was frightening.
The theme is undoubtedly profound and full of impact.
But the problem is that its carving technique is completely different from that of "Independence" and "Expulsion".
The "Nightmare" in front of us is extremely delicate, even to the point of being meticulously crafted and almost realistic.
Although the face of the human figure in the stone sculpture is blurred, the tense muscles in the hands and the bulging blood vessels are presented in a hyper-realistic manner.
The dagger was polished to be as smooth as a mirror, with a sharp edge, and the cold metallic feel almost overflowed from the exhibition stand.
So delicate!
This completely overturned the impression that "Qiran" had previously left on everyone - that kind of wild style that was full of primitive power, unconcerned with details, and overwhelming with verve and emotion.
After the dead silence, huge controversy erupted like a tide.
"This... this is really a 'sad' work? Are you kidding? This technique is completely different!"
"It's too delicate, and it's lost that wild power that struck the soul!"
"What's shocking is the technique, not the content itself. It feels too artificial."
"The difference in style is so huge! It doesn't look like it was done by the same person! It's like a realist master suddenly replaced him!"
"Let's be frank. This doesn't look like something from 'Qiran' at all. Maybe 'Qiran' is actually a team. The previous two pieces were made by A, and this one was made by B."
"I think Jiang Lang has run out of ideas. He might as well find someone to write for him!"
"Right! What artist doesn't want their work to make them famous? But he's always used the pseudonym 'Qiran' and never showed up. How suspicious!"
“Regardless of the ghostwriter or the team, I have doubts about the artistic quality of Nightmare itself! Although the delicate style is highly skilled, it doesn’t seem to match the tearing and painful feeling that this theme deserves!”
The voices of doubt are getting louder and sharper.
The art critics frowned, whispered to each other and argued endlessly.
The collectors looked hesitant, and their original enthusiasm for acquiring the items cooled.
The media cameras were frantically capturing the controversial scenes.
The identity of "Qiran" and the authenticity of his works have been pushed to the forefront.
Just when public opinion was almost overwhelmingly leaning towards the "ghostwriting theory" or the "team theory", a cold and calm voice clearly penetrated the noisy controversy.
"Why can't 'Qiran' have two sword techniques?"
The crowd suddenly quieted down and looked in the direction of the sound.
Meng Anran walked slowly from behind the crowd. She was wearing a moon-white new Chinese-style long skirt. Her face was plain, but she had an oppressive aura. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were cold and clear, as if they could see through people's hearts.
Everyone present knew Miss An, the most popular lady in Beijing, the heiress of Yatang, a talented composer in the music world, and a figure who stirred up the business world.
How did she get here?
Still speaking for "sadness"?
Could it be that she also has unique insights into the art of sculpture?
Meng Anran ignored the various surprised and doubtful looks around him and walked straight to the booth.
Under everyone's gaze, she raised her hand and lightly brushed her fingertips across the ferocious wolfhound, the cold chains, and the terrifyingly clear dagger.
His eyes were calm, as if he was reading a long-lost story.
"'Independence' is an examination of external divine power, and the knife technique is naturally grand and unrestrained, without concern for details. 'Expulsion' is the tearing away of internal wounds, and the knife technique is necessarily rough and painful."
Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear and could be heard by everyone.
At this point, she paused, her gaze set on Nightmare, her eyes becoming penetrating. "Nightmare, on the other hand, is engraved with the deepest fear, the torture that has been vividly and minutely experienced countless times in the dead of night. The fangs of fear, the cold chains, the deadly blades, every detail is like a brand, repeatedly honed, with terrifying clarity."
"In the face of such fear, how can a broad stroke ever express even a fraction of its sharpness? Only the ultimate delicacy and realism can solidify that unforgettable, inescapable shudder."
She slowly looked at the crowd, her tone calm yet irrefutable, "The sword technique serves the content, not the style. No one has ever said that 'sadness' has only one expression."
These words were like ice water poured into boiling oil, instantly plunging the entire exhibition hall into silence again.
Everyone was shocked by this unique perspective and explanation.
"Well said! I didn't expect Miss An Ran to not only be so accomplished in music, but also have such unique insights into sculpture!"
"After this explanation, I suddenly seem to understand this work. The figure holding the chains is blurred because he is the source of fear, perhaps concrete or abstract, but the most important thing is that the dagger, representing harm and fear itself, is exceptionally clear, symbolizing the courage to face fear!"
"As expected of the master, 'Qiran', each piece expresses a different state of mind. I'm truly curious about the emotional struggles 'Qiran' went through to create such soul-stirring works!"
All the doubts and confusions turned into deeper shock and admiration at this moment.
Meng Anran's voice remained calm. "It's not that I have a unique perspective, but rather that 'Qiran' has never had any so-called team or ghostwriters. It's been me alone from beginning to end."
The truth was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.
Dream safe?!
She is "Qiran"? !
The master sculptor who created "Indulgence," "Expulsion," and the "Nightmare" before him, turned out to be Miss An, the business world's most powerful woman?!
The huge shock even temporarily overshadowed the discussion of "Nightmare" itself.
However, looking at the calmness and clarity in her eyes that transcended her age, and recalling the weirdness of "Indulge" and the tearing of "Expulsion", a strange sense of rationality suddenly emerged.
If she had not experienced the painful tearing that ordinary people could not bear, how could she have created such unique works, and how could she have transformed from a "fake rich girl" to the recognized "Miss of the Beijing Circle" in just a few years?
The flashbulbs flashed wildly again, but this time, they were no longer capturing controversy, but the emergence of a legend.
She responded to all the controversies in the most unexpected way, and once again shocked the entire Beijing circle.
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