当我将目光从画布移开。原先那些被遗忘的残留物——滴落在地上的颜料,忽然显现出生命。确实。它们静穆地存在于我们的关注之外,在无意识地洒落中逐渐形成,正如一幅画作的改变过程。但为什么。此前我无法注意它们的存在呢?当问号在意识层面出现,绘画过程便不再是简单面对画布的塑造过程。忽然间,我开始怀疑此前自己面对作品时的心态是否虔诚。因为看似虔诚的态度,却往往使我们陷落在绘画的具体目标中.进而让我们失去远大的理想。或者,所谓的创作只是为了一种预先设定效果,每天的工作不过是运行程序。而非生命的体验过程。难道,绘 When I look away from the canvas. The original forgotten residue - dripping on the ground paint, suddenly appeared in life. indeed. They exist silently outside our attention, gradually formed in unconscious sprinkling, just as a picture of the process of change. but why. Before I can not pay attention to their existence? When the question mark appears in the level of consciousness, the process of painting is no longer simply to face the process of shaping the canvas. Suddenly, I began to wonder if I had been mentally pessimistic when I was confronted with my work. Because of the seemingly devout attitude, we tend to fall into the specific goal of painting, which in turn leaves us with lofty ideals. Or, the so-called creation is only for a pre-set effect, daily work is nothing more than running the program. Not the life experience. Is it, painted