Chapter 12 12. Big painting

Shi Tao: Seeing letters is like meeting. As a painting idiot, not an obsessive idiot, but an idiot idiot, I read your "Quotations on Painting of Bitter Gourd Monk" when the summer of 2009 was almost over.There are some things I want to tell you. In fact, I am not born to be a painting idiot.I used to like painting very much. When I was in elementary school, I copied children's books, and I could look like a person. I copied a horse like a horse. The pen is like cutting watermelon with a knife, and the pen is like picking chestnuts from fire. Up and down.The modern paintings I drew were sent to the district, and then sent to the city to compete with the painting geniuses in other districts for the chance to be sent to the United Nations.Then I was not sent to the United Nations.Many years later, I went to New York City for the first time in 1999. At the United Nations Headquarters, I saw the paintings of other painting geniuses who competed with me on the wall of the United Nations Headquarters. I took a picture.Later, when I was in middle school, the drawing teacher asked us to draw pumpkins. I relied on my original foundation of drawing Zhang Fei's head, and the drawing was the fastest and most similar. The drawing teacher still gave me two points.His youngest daughter is also in our class. She has a sweet smile and sits at the same table as me. We often chat, but instead of me passing notes to her, she passes notes to me.After that drawing teacher, I lost all interest in drawing, and I lost all interest in the teacher's daughter.Many years later, I had a dream. In the dream, the painting teacher still asked us to draw a pumpkin. I was halfway through the painting and held up the pumpkin to pat him.

Regarding individuals, you said: "It is impossible to be too ancient, too simple to be scattered, too simple to be scattered, and the law is established. Where is the law established? It is established in a painting. A painting is the foundation of all, and the root of all phenomena. See it for use. In the gods, it is hidden and used by people, but the world does not know it. Therefore, the law of a painting is self-established. The person who establishes the law of a painting can not produce a law, and the law can permeate all laws." Your Chinese level is really poor compared to your Chinese painting level.In all your discussions, you have never made it clear what a "one painting" is.Let me try to speak for you.

Like all art forms, in ancient times, painting, like writing, had no rules and relied on sincerity.At that time, if they wanted to sleep with a girl, 80% of them couldn't say it out loud. If they could sleep directly, they would sleep directly. If they couldn't sleep directly, they would touch themselves thinking of her.The remaining 19 percent said, I miss you.The remaining 0.9% said, I want to sleep with you.The last 0.1% of people say that the day when they can't see you is as long as three years.This 0.1% of literary and artistic youth wrote during the formative period of Chinese.Afterwards, these literary youths gradually multiplied. When there were too many literary youths, they were too simple and loose, so they had to establish rules.Every literary youth has his own evil cunt and crooked dick, how to define it?how to use?It can be very complicated or it can be very simple.Like most other things, the complicated ones are basically wrong. The simplest thing is to keep your own cunt or crooked dick, be honest, honor or disgrace, and draw your own picture, not someone else's. Painting, not my own two paintings.Just that one painting, exhaust all your crookedness, put all your eggs in one basket, throw your life in one blow, whether you succeed or not, you are a Buddha.

Regarding the ancients, you said: "Consciousness is limited by the like, so the gentleman can only use the past to open up the present. People can't do it. It's not impossible. If there is no way, the law is the ultimate law. Where there is scripture, there must be power, and there is law. There must be transformation. For me to be me, I am here... The ancient man cannot be born in my face, and the ancient heart cannot be settled in my heart. If you expose my man, even if you touch a certain family sometimes, it is a certain family. Me too, it’s not me who is a certain family.”

The problem you faced at that time and the problem we are facing now are the same problem: how to deal with the relationship between the individual and the ancients.But your situation was almost the exact opposite of ours.In the early years of the Qing Dynasty, almost all famous scholars talked about the succession of masters, how big the pen is, how heavy the ink is.Everyone spends far more time looking at landscapes on ancient papers than looking at Huangshan and Fuchun River. Everyone spends much more time copying ancients than writing in their own hearts. The writing has no ancient meaning, as if walking out of Chang'an Street shirtless, basically Looking for draws.Now, the 60th anniversary of the People's Republic of China, almost all famous artists have no mentors, and almost all have studied or self-studied courses in acting, directing, or investment. Almost all take shortcuts like dogs, and regard the shortest straight line between fame and fortune as an axiom. "Gu Shao, the prefect of Yuzhang, is the son of Yong. Shao died in the county. Yongsheng gathered his officials to play Go, and he sent letters to others, but he had no children's books. Although his expression remained the same, he knew the reason. He pinched his palm with his claws and drew blood. Flowing on the mattress", "The garrison soldiers call, Hangu lifts up, the people of Chu have a moment, poor scorched earth", "Treading on the moon, going west to the restaurant, I don't realize that the characters are forgotten, and I am out of the world. When the night comes and the moon falls, I wake up, and the flowers and shadows are scattered. Full of people's sleeves, doubts like washing souls in curling", similar to this style of writing, you read the "People's Daily" on January 1st to the "People's Daily" on December 31st. If you read the monthly magazine and see the December magazine, you will not see a single article in three years.

The relationship between an individual and all the ancients should be the relationship between a grass on Kunlun Mountain and Kunlun Mountain.Before grass grows, one needs to climb Kunlun Mountains.If you don't understand what it means to look up to a high mountain, don't say "all go", first recite 300 Tang poems.After knowing the height of Kunlun Mountain, let’s start climbing. Learn from Du Fu and learn that the wind and rain blow over the roof of your house, learn from Li Bai and learn that the fairy in your dream touches your head, learn from Li Shangyin and learn that the iron in your crotch is hard when you hear Jinse.After learning the resemblance, it is a bloody battle against the ancients. When you feel that you are not like Du Fu, Li Bai, and Li Shangyin, but Du Fu, Li Bai, and Li Shangyin are like yourself, you have reached the top of Kunlun Mountain.It's time to grow your own grass, not Du Fu's grass, not Li Bai's grass, but your own grass.At this time, growing one inch is also increasing the height of Kunlun Mountain by one inch, and it is also a hundred times stronger than jumping one meter on the flat ground.

Regarding the scene, you said: "The brush and ink meeting is for ambiguity, indistinguishable ambiguity, for chaos... It cannot be carved, it cannot be rotten, it cannot be muddy, it cannot be implicated, it cannot be disconnected, and it cannot be unreasonable. It lies in the sea of ​​ink. Spirit, life is determined by the strokes of the pen, hair and bones are replaced by scales, and light shines out of chaos. Even if there is no pen, ink or ink, painting or not, I am here... People write the color of leaves and moss, with deep ink and thick Ink, composed of characters, individual characters, one character, pin character, unitary character, and even three together five, wu leaves, pine leaves, cypress leaves, willow leaves and other leaves with bowed heads and oblique heads, describe trees, mountains, wind gods Attitude. I am not. There are some points that are suitable for all seasons, some are yin and yang, some are mixed with water and ink, some are budding algae silk, and some are empty, dry and tasteless. One point, there is ink, no ink, flying white like smoke, one point is sloppy and transparent like glue, like paint. There are two more points, which are not willing to explain to the scholars, there is no sky, no ground, and there is no point of clarity. There is no fixed form in the law, and the spirit is in the ear."

There is a god on the scene. Being personal doesn't mean you're a god.Sometimes, you're a god-send, and other times, you're just a bunch of protein.Even if you stand on the top of Kunlun, all your cultivation is just a pen.The scene is ink, an unknown definite number, and the moment when God sends you here.Forget about logic and intellect, forget about individuals, even forget about pens, forget about standing on the top of Kunlun, and forget about the fear of falling into the abyss.You can control so little, you can't even control the moment when the brush touches the rice paper.

Have you ever seen a stick of incense rising above the censer?You can't feel the wind, but why does the incense spread like that?Can you control all the winds you can't feel?Can you control what Mo will grow into? After defeating the ancients in a bloody battle, and after a blade of grass on the Kunlun Mountains grew from all the energy, the sky is still far away.But this is not important, the cloud is in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle. There is no reason to meet, and no one yearns for it. Feng Tang