Chapter 272 The Paranoid Painter 2 When she opened the door, the light from the outside corridor briefly flooded in, illuminating several completed paintings on the easel.
Without exception, they are all distorted human figures, broken landscapes, or still lifes in a dark style, exuding a captivating beauty.
The door slammed shut, plunging the studio back into dim light.
Jin Ye stood still, and after a while walked to the easel, gazing at the unfinished painting for a moment.
He suddenly flew into a rage, grabbed a palette knife, and slashed the canvas, ruining hours of work.
The canvas is covered with jagged wounds, which, combined with the background color, look like torn flesh.
This is the seventeenth model Jin Ye has driven away this year.
No one could understand what he wanted, and almost no one could tolerate the demands of the creative process.
Gallery agent Allen called him a god and begged him not to drive away the models anymore, otherwise he would be ruining his career.
At the same time, however, the prices of his paintings soared in the market, with wealthy businessmen and collectors vying to buy them.
Jin Ye walked to the sink to wash the paint off his hands.
As the water flowed past, several scabbed wounds on his knuckles were faintly visible.
That was the price he paid for smashing a mirror with his bare hands because of a lack of inspiration.
The phone rang; it was Allen.
"Why did you leave again?"
Allen's voice was tinged with helplessness.
"Defective product, not good enough."
Jin Ye gave a brief reply, holding the phone between his shoulder and continuing to scrub the paint off his fingers.
"Good heavens, Lao Jin!"
"What you need are models, not sculptures. Humans get tired, breathe, and move! That's basic common sense!"
"If she can't give me what I want, then it's worthless."
"Listen, the company says that a supposedly very special newcomer will be coming to try out tomorrow."
“I don’t know what’s so special about it, but please don’t scare people away from the start, okay? We still need to prepare at least three large works for our solo exhibition in the fall.”
"At least until my solo exhibition in the fall is over!"
Allen sighed.
Jin Ye did not respond and hung up the phone directly.
He hated Alan trying to instruct him on how to work, but he hated the creative stagnation caused by the lack of suitable models even more.
He walked to the window and watched the rain meandering down the glass.
The manor was like a giant cage, gray and nauseatingly dull.
The servants in the manor hurried about with smiles on their faces, mechanically repeating their meaningless lives.
Only on his canvases can the chaos of the world, the darkness of human nature, and the pain of existence be revealed.
He used paint to tear apart the surface and expose the core.
Those who criticize his work as terrible are simply afraid to face themselves in the mirror.
The doorbell rang the next afternoon.
Jin Ye opened the door with obvious impatience.
He was ready to see a sophisticated art student with impeccable makeup and a dreamy spirit.
Or perhaps she's just another young model eager for fame.
But the person standing at the door made him pause for a moment, which was unusual for him.
She wore a simple white dress, slender yet not fragile, with long black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, making her skin appear almost translucent.
What is most impressive are her eyes, large and bright, with the color of her pupils resembling the horizon at dusk.
But what makes her most special is her almost detached temperament, which contrasts sharply with the dark atmosphere of the entire manor.
"Bai Zixi?"
Jin Ye remembered that this was the name Allen had given him.
The girl nodded and took a tablet out of her bag, on which was written something.
【Sir, I am Bai Zixi.】
It's a pleasure to be your model. Mr. Allen should have already explained my situation to you.
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