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I have collected three paintings. I have witnessed the process of their creation, and they have touched me and triggered my thinking and perception.
I think this is a kind of fate.

Mason’s “The Corner”

The painting is a corner of the studio.

Made me think a lot.

  1. The subjective world of each of us is constructed by ourselves. When something enters our senses, it is made into something by our consciousness, and a corresponding thought arises.

Even a corner looks different to different people.
Painting is essentially a process of putting our subjective feelings on the canvas. This subjective feeling comes from our observation of the external world, mixed with our perception of life.

Therefore, I feel that I can understand a person through his paintings. What the world looks like to him is what he looks like.

Through this warm corner, I see a warm Mason.

Besides, I’m going to move to Qiantou Village, and Ma Sen and Li Yang are also busy setting up their creative restaurant, so it will be difficult to huddle together in a studio while painting and chatting like before. However, when I see this painting, I will think of that leisurely and happy time and you in that time.

“Xia Ke” by Li Yang

Li Yang’s first painting was really imaginative. He originally sketched from life on tables, chairs and windows, but ended up thinking of what to paint and ended up like this.

But I like it very much, because I am also a martial arts lover.

The middle of the painting looks like a colorful river with fireworks in full bloom. On the left is a knight and his bench mount, and on the right is a villager carrying a load and walking on the path by the river.

The chivalrous knight is chic, and the mount makes me feel weird. In my heart, for a chivalrous man to walk the rivers and lakes, only a sword and a horse are enough, and the horse will not always be riding, and the sword will not always be in the hand. If it is drawn, the knight can carry a sword on his back. So the knight in the painting is not a real knight in my eyes, but a villager who bears the burden, which makes me imagine.

Some time ago, I was reading Nietzsche, and he was calling for Superman. I thought of Wang Yangming’s hope that everyone would clean up and become a hero of their own accord, but one day his disciples said that they saw saints all over the street.
I can’t help but think, in fact, our society does not lack heroes, or even saints, but lacks the eyes to discover them.
Then, I thought of Wei Sihao, a waste picker who was reported by the media because he consciously washed his hands before reading a book after entering the Hangzhou library. Later, after his unexpected death, his daughter discovered that he had been anonymously donating to needy students and some charitable organizations. The media and the general public thought that he was a waste picker receiving social care, but he has been caring for the society incognito and unknown.

These are just my unreasonable associations. Back to the painting, who set off the fireworks on the river? It can be the knight on the left, but it can also be the villager on the right.

Aunt Shao “Peacock”

Auntie’s previous words seemed to me chaotic and vague, not clear enough. But as soon as I came to the studio the day before yesterday, I was touched by my aunt’s new painting. Emerald green leaves, bright red and layered flowers, a group of gorgeous peacocks in the middle, gorgeous feathers on the chest, and blue tail feathers on the back. The whole painting is bright and clear, and the style has completely changed.

Chatting with my aunt, she said that she likes to draw flowers and is good at viewing them. She told me how beautiful the flowers in front of so-and-so’s house were, just like her paintings. I happened to see those flowers the next morning while I was walking the dog, only to realize that I had only seen flowers before, never stopped to admire a flower. Passing by so many beautiful things, but turning a blind eye and turning a blind eye, is no different from a blind man.

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