To life
A)
I stand under the moon drawing pencil sketch.
Moon so bright, I stand in the middle of the field with black and brown pencil alternately depicting.
The first to draw is the distance that a jagged row of trees, with a very severe deep black to draw them thick foliage.
In the tree is slowly stretches over the fields, is a sweet potato, in the moonlight with a light and delicate sheen.The sky without a cloud, only the moonlight and stars.I can recognize the Orion, is right here in front of me, under the moon shines, the color of the sky clear and clean, as the night the whole field.
Moon so bright, in my sketch book reflects a layer of soft white light, all brief and precise lines are therefore can see more clearly, I stand in the fields, slowly stroke painting, was very stable and very quiet.
Home in ten steps outside, all the children have finished my homework and go to bed, the husband is his lamp down he will not finish homework, and I?I decided I tonight's homework to do under the moon.
A neighbor's dog to look, I know it after it is relieved, the tour around after a few laps, just on my feet to sleep.My dog but very upset, I don't understand why I refused to go home, so it'll run back and then ran in sweet potato leaves and stems, not stop pulling out of trivial detail of the sound.The night was strangely quiet, all the neighbors used to sleeping late, occasionally pedestrian only from the field next to the path is far pass, sometimes cough, voices from the moon came also becomes more gentle.
Nice moonlight!A glorious full moon is infiltrating the land, the land of all lives have a day never imagined color.This beautiful world in my eyes, neither false nor dreams, but people can't believe.
So, I think, so I put these sketch manuscript collated, painting on canvas out of the moon, perhaps some people will think I is portrayed by a nihility beauty.
I face painting side couldn't help but smile.The wind from the wind field in the bamboo forest, shuttling between, is more round, the sky clear clinking.
Life should also have such a perfect moment?Can think of nothing what also do not hope, just a sum of a slowly tracing, under the moon, quietly do what I do my homework.
(two)
A class nineteen, twenty years old, began painting class, I like to tell them a story.
This is my university classmate story.The students have a good foundation of painting, and serious, entered the university later vowed to along the western art history a draw down, for every painting idea and skill are aware of and experiments, and created his own style.He believes that, only in this way, can draw the real solid works.
The first grade when, in his view are Cezanne, the second grade when, joyful to I declare:
"I have been sent to the beast!"
Then the third grade, the fourth grade, and then to teach, and then go abroad, many years of silence, and finally gets the message that he is finally obtained a doctor's degree, become an art history and theory of experts.
Every time I think of this matter, do not know are happy or sad.It turned out to be a creative artists, in addition to know the absorb many knowledge, but also know how to reject many knowledge it's ah!The creation itself had a very strong exclusiveness.An artist is on one aspect of performance can reach the acme of the people, and because of to the extreme, so it is impossible to completely follow the footsteps to walk, even in his own lifetime go all others have traversed the road.In the field of art, we must find our limits, we need to know your limits, need to understand themselves and others is not the same as that one...