The artist's name is Ishi Yoshikawa, 33 years old, without a formal job.
Nervously, he followed Xu Yang, and the two of them walked along the red carpet. The corridor walls were painted with interlocking diamond patterns, filled with dazzling and magical colors, like a robot's dream full of vibrant hues and sharp angles.
"Is my painting... really valuable?" Ishi Yoshikawa hesitated several times before speaking up.
Xu Yang was holding Ishi Yoshikawa's painstaking work in his arms.
The entire painting was wrapped in plastic film, guaranteed not to deform or discolor for two thousand years, and it was hand-painted by Ishi Yoshikawa.
"How long did it take you to paint this?" Xu Yang took the painting to the backstage, and the machines along the way offered no obstruction to them.
He and Ishi Yoshikawa sat on the same rectangular red cushioned seat, piled with thick plastic and foam, making it quite comfortable to sit on.
