我的绘画自述
2017-07-18 11:28:17
在中国水墨绘画的探索中,我始终追求中国传统文人画的内涵、格调和中国文人的独立、自我的精神。我深知要表达自己真实的艺术情境,就必须在无意识的心态作用下自由地发挥性灵,在自娱自乐中体味笔墨游戏的趣味,通过形象的“意似”和“神韵”来揭示自己内心深处纯粹的精神和感受。我发现,我绘画的过程与观者品味画面的过程具有相似的感受,观者们能够体味到画中的童趣,或许他们与那些画中的孩子们有着相似的经历,相似的想法,相似的梦幻和相似的奢望。每一幅画面就像一个生命体,激活了人们的快感。甚至那些对中国水墨绘画形式中的内涵感到模糊的外国人,也能够品味到画中童真的意趣。这像在宇宙间捕捉虚茫的灵性那样的奇妙,我真的不知道如何用语言来表述这些。
但是我可以坦率的说:我的情感是真切的,我的画是单纯的,因为我画画时的想法是单纯的,我所要表达的思想也是单纯的,我画中的孩子更是单纯的,这就象我本人,更象我的童年。我画的全是内心真诚的东西,我画的是孩子,我将永远是孩子。我永远都不会长大,因为我拒绝长大。我周围的一切永远是美好的,过去的,现在的和将来的……我画画时的心理状态始终是平静的,因为我的精神是愉悦的,我所感受到的是快乐的滋味,继而在观赏者那里将变成千百种甜美的回味。我们有相似的童年的回忆,童年的梦想,绘画将使我们永远年轻。
I gasp for air;I cry; I am… Ah! The dream comprise: mama, baba, I am hungry; I am on the floor; I see mama in a chair; I must get to mama; but now; stand up on my legs; move; I fall, I get up; move again; I am there; there are my 3 brothers; they play with me; make me laugh; they are there for me; always good. The memories, daydreams; Joys of childhood I thought at times might fade but did not. I and my parents, siblings and Friends kept it alive. Times like the pour seasons changing; The autumn leaves on the ground,the stars and moon shining in the night, the winter cold with the snow; the spring warmth with the flowers the summer heat; me wishing for coolness; all part of the dream. The memory of seeing a man, a Lao Wei, a foreigner in a building. Pulling his luggage towards me; I’ve never met him but I knew him
As I continve to open the curfain to see my memories, the scenes up Fold layer by layer like a cinema show. I remember the pawn shops ,easts.West sde’s of town, with books rich weth ideas romantic vepses, reading about CHUNGUI; I remember listening to the songs proposing things. Tike, who climbs the tallest trees and who cuts tress with out a knife or saw-cows, who eats rice with out cooking-mice. Who eats meat with boiling-cats then the preposterous songs of the wind blowing stones on hill; cows having eggs; the horse with hornst cotton with tones floating across a river.
The dream continues with my memory of the numerous why goestions ; why is the moon sometimes crescent; why do buffer flies have wings; why does the camel have humps on its back; why do bees die when they sting; why is an elephants nose so long; why do earthworms still live when cut two.
I remember my lovely friends chasing each other; flying kite; rolling hoops; kicking Jianzi playing; dangong; holding the cat; the dog that would come by I would feed; sometimes she would want to stay ; sometimes he would eat say bye-bye. I remember studying to remember the gvestion on I need to ask the teacher so I could remember the mathematical formula. And I remember the fish jumping in the blue waves; the white clouds passing in the blue sky; the shadows passing on the peach tree; the return of the sun swallow on the sights; Fragrant smells of spring. I remember that I would wait for my brother after school, because mama told me to never go with a stranger.
As I got older, I remember awakening for school; cleaning my face putting on mercerized socks; Looking like a pretty flower; seeing my set fasan ancient beauty meeting a man from the other side of the world. They were times when I was care free, lonely, helpless, happiness. I didn’t want to grow up, but knew it was evident, and my life has changed beautifully. Many other memories are forgotten, thought to the tune of Liudi beckons me to remember.
Each of us have memories of our childhood, the sweetest, purest, most precious moments; secrets hidden in our hearts. It is useless to condemn the old life but better to embrace what was to enjoy what of it we have. The work I do now is embracing the valve of appreciating this. The man in my earlier dream, and I are now together, TuanYuan, These memories are a part of the forever dream and should always be remembered. We all have them.