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Chapter 34 Unforgettable painting

city ​​life 张爱玲 4346Words 2018-03-18
There are some pictures that I will never forget, and only one of them is famous, Gauguin's "Never Again".A Hawaiian woman was lying naked on the sofa, quietly listening to the conversation of a man and a woman outside the door.The spring in the rosy sunset outside the door sprayed upwards like a mist, with a feeling of sublimation, but for this strong woman, who was at most in her thirties, everything was over.The woman's face is large and vulgar, with single eyelids. She rests her chin on one hand and pushes her eyes up, making her eyes hang out. She also has a kind of aggressive style, which is often seen among Shanghai's small family women, which is quite different from us. familiar.The body is the golden brown of wood.The brown and black sofa is painted like bronze, with blue and white flowers appearing on the sofa cover, which is translucent like mother-of-pearl, and the outdoor weather embedded in the dark copper background is stained glass, blue sky, red and blue trees, lovers, Standing on the stone railing is a big, immature bird from a fairy tale.Glass, copper, and wood, the three different textures seem to include all the world that can be touched by human hands, and this is real, like this woman.She must have been in love once, but now it is "never again", although she sleeps on a civilized sofa and pillows with ruffles of lemon yellow floral cloth, there is a kind of primitive sadness in it.Unlike in our society, older women, if they miss love and still think about love, they must encounter countless small unsatisfactory and nasty irritations, and their self-esteem is riddled with holes. Here is the sadness without any scum, because it is clear and calm, and there is a little irrelevant smile on the wooden brown face.It was as if there was a mirror reflecting the outdoor sunlight blurredly on the face, flashing and flickering.

"Thanksgiving" by a not-so-famous female painter in the United States definitely belongs to modern civilization.The picture shows a family busy celebrating Thanksgiving, dragging the turkey out of the electric stove, pudding on the table, and children scrambling under the table belly.The pink-faced housewife in flowered clothes was walking into the dining room with a large stack of cups and plates. The kitchen tile floor was a large square of gray and gray. There were many people running back and forth in the gray air, and a gust of wind came and went.Probably a well-to-do family in a small city in the United States, just came back from worship, and thanked God for a good harvest for a year according to the habit of their pioneering ancestors. When they got home, they were all hungry and busy preparing this special sumptuous lunch. .But even though such a positive family portrait is different from before, I don’t know why, it’s not that simple.Although these people were eating, drinking, talking and laughing, their feet seemed to be wearing shoes and socks wet from the rain, cold and sticky.There is a sour iron smell in the lively and graceful movements, which reminds people of the backbone of a fast-moving tram on a rainy day. It is black and wet, and has turned a very light steel blue.

A painting called "Tomorrow and Tomorrow", also American, depicts a prostitute who rents a room on a very high floor, with many other skyscrapers visible from the balcony.She leaned on the door and looked out, only to see her back, with yellow hair, and the silk bathrobe was the lavender red of old blood, the color of sin, but instead of sin, there was only flat fatigue here.Tomorrow and tomorrow... Silk stockings slipped down and piled bloated on the ankles; beside it was a corner of a tin bed, dirty pillows, sheets, and beyond the balcony was a tall house, bleak and white, the weight of time, one day Shen like a day.

There is nothing more profound than painting whores.In addition, I still remember a picture of Lin Fengmian, a Chinese foreign painter. In the past, I only liked Lin Fengmian.His portraits of Annan and Burmese in sapphire blue shirts have extremely round and beautiful patterns.The one that is more memorable is the one with little coloring. In a small town in China, there is a woman in black standing under the earthen wall, followed by a bustard.Because most of the ink is light ink, although it is not raining, it seems to be raining, and it feels more warm in the cold rain.Women are not fashionable, and their faces are not clear, but for ordinary men, they only think that this woman is possible, and they have a special feeling for her, just like Meng Lijun for her fiancé whom she has never met. Subtle concerns.Lin Fengmian's painting looks at prostitutes from the point of view of ordinary men, just like the novels of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, there is no lack of gentle and subtle taste in the sentimentality, but there is no malice. The perception of ordinary women towards prostitutes is more complicated. And look down on, but also envy, especially the upper-class women, have too much leisure and too few men, so they often fantasize about the life of a prostitute as romantic.Such a woman will probably have to be sold to a third-class kiln before she knows the joys and sorrows.

Among the paintings of Japanese beauties is the famous "The Twelve Hours of the Brothel", which depicts the life of a geisha within 24 hours a day.It is difficult for us to understand the attitude of the painters here, and they are so respectful and solemn.It is true that there are people like Su Xiaomei and Dong Xiaowan in China who jumped out of the fandom group and have a high self-esteem, but in China this is a prominent personality, but in Japan it has become a system—in Japan, everything will become a system of.A geisha is a popular lover trained by the rules, and the lightest little movements also have the weight of traditional habits, without any hesitation. In "The Twelve Hours of the Brothel", I only remember a picture of the ugly time. The woman in the middle of the night puts on the wooden clogs at home, and holds the light floral dress on her chest with one hand to prevent it from slipping off her shoulders. The incense sticks, and thin smoke wafts from the incense head.There is a girl squatting on the side to serve, the painting is much smaller than her.She stood there looking too tall, with a drooping neck that was too slender and too long, and her little white feet that hadn't touched the clogs were too small to fit, but she did know that she was loved, though that She was the only one there at the time.Because of the peace of mind, the night seemed quieter and longer.

This idealization of prostitutes, the only explanation I can think of is that the Japanese attach great importance to training, and geisha, because of their extremely thorough training, are extremely close to the standard of female beauty and goodness.Otherwise, we can no longer understand why Junichiro Tanizaki used a geisha to represent his "Holy Madonna" in "Between God and Men". Speaking of the Virgin Mary in Europe, when there were no movie stars, she was the only popular lover, and great artists of all ages have painted her portraits.Among them is the title of the painting: "The Madonna with the Immaculate Womb." The former OomphGirl② is equal to the present WombGirl③.But modern civilized people are much more reserved after all.It will definitely not be so blatantly calling for a "flawless womb".

The Madonnas of various European countries, whether they are Dutch, with thin golden hair, long and cold face, golden, jade, lonely, like Marlene Dietrich; or Italian, in the farmland, Typical of a fruit stand, with heavy blue and black eyebrows, fleshy, and delicate; it is still German, as if frightened by men, with big light blue eyes protruding out of the panic, which Germans especially like. The standards of beauty are different, but what religious painters always want to represent is a naive country girl, extremely humble, but because of the great responsibility assigned to him by heaven, there is a new kind of dignity, holding the emperor in both hands, and in the future he will use His blood came to save the world, she gave him to the world.Painters cannot express the authoritative wisdom of children, and often paint him as a bruised, old-fashioned baby.Sometimes he was covered with a light veil, and his mother lifted the veil, as if ostentatiously opening the lid of an expensive gift box.Sometimes she would tease him, or gaze at him tenderly in her arms, but there always seemed to be countless people watching the show beside her.

For this reason alone, I also prefer "Yamabashi and Kintaro" in Japanese paintings. It is probably a folklore. It is not clear whether the two are mother and child. Kintaro may be a hero who was raised by mountain spirits.Shanba has messy black hair, a fat long face, lustful eyes, and a small smile, as if thinking far, far away; she lowered her head, and her hair flew out like a strong wind Blow the trees all over the mountains to one side.Perhaps because of the tilted posture, her breasts started at the bottom of her neck and drooped long. They are the so-called "pocket breasts". Kintaro, a child with a crab shell face, leaned on her chest, with strange eyes and sometimes naughty Twirling her nipples with her hands, but she just smiled nonchalantly, and teased him with the flower-painted Bolang drum with one hand, her eyes couldn't tell if it was temptation, despicableness, or tolerance, and her chest In addition to being fierce and domineering, the yellow and black child also has great wisdom growing up.There are mother and child here, as well as the basic relationship between men and women.Because there is only one man and one woman, and no one is watching the show, it is upright, and I feel a kind of boldness at the beginning of the beginning of the world.

From this, I thought of Raphael's most famous statue of the Madonna, The Sistine Madonna appeared in the clouds with a child in her arms, with angels and kneeling saints at her feet.The most lovely thing about the Madonna here is her expression, between horror and reserve, that sudden brilliance.A lowly village girl was suddenly promoted to the status of queen. She was selected because of her innocence and ordinaryness. After being promoted, she had to work hard to maintain her ordinaryness, so she had to act.Just like in the United States, major businesses elect a typical "ordinary person" and use him to advertise: "Mr. Ordinary Man" likes to smoke XX brand cigarettes, uses XX brand razors, wears XX brand raincoats, agrees with Roosevelt, Against women's shorts that are too short.Under the attention of the world, how long can ordinary people be ordinary?There is a kind of abnormality in the ordinary here, and Shanba seems to be strange, but in fact he is very human.

The dream-like paintings of hyper-realism, what impressed me the most is an unnamed work, a woman fell asleep in the desert, with an Egyptian wide yellow face, thin and exquisite hands and feet; wearing the simplest sack The same robe, with red stripes on the white ground, is surrounded by endless sand; the sky on the sand, although it is late at night, is still light blue, with a golden sandy quality.A yellow lion came and sniffed at her. With a milky white bottle by her head, she seemed to be trying to draw water, but she collapsed from exhaustion on the way.A layer of sand, a layer of sky, the weight of nature is pressed on the human body, heavy and pure sleep, no dream at all, and the lion sniffed.

The one titled "Virgin of the Night" also has the same fresh and terrifying atmosphere.Four giants, the upper body of which is a Jewish girl with long hair, standing face to face, their big protruding eyes looking at each other quietly, discussing something.The round white stones under the feet are all distinct in the moonlight, there is a brick wall in the distance, and a small black shadow of a man can be seen vaguely under the dome door, as if his soul has come out of his body - he has had this dream. Chinese people paint oil paintings, because they are Chinese, they seem to have an advantage to take advantage of, and they do not respect the basic conditions of Western painting under the pretext of referring to the inherent Chinese style.If you don't take any chances, you are often bound by the traditions of Western academic schools.Recently I saw Mr. Hu Jinren's paintings, but that was an exception.What surprised me the most was a piece of white magnolia, with silvery white flowers inserted in an earthen vase, with long round petals, translucent, but fleshy, stretched out in this way, and must have such a long appearance; , what you want, you have to decide, but there is laughter in the greed, so it can be forgiven, just like youth.A jasmine vine is sandwiched among the magnolia bushes, and small golden flowers burst out all the way like fireworks. Even the brown coffee table is painted with emotion, and the docile little rectangle bears all the excitement on it. There is also a larger one, which is also a white magnolia, thin and bright, like jade and crystal, like the cool taste of the jade fish that Yang Guifei held in her mouth when she got a toothache.The strong lines of the winter jasmine open and close, and its control of life is calm and domineering. The background of both paintings is the purple-blue color of the reverse side of the matchbox.It's rare to see that color used so well. In a painting called "Late Spring", the sky in the overcast afternoon is that dull blue again.In the park, surrounded by green trees, two women hurriedly walked on the path, being chased by something terrible, about to go to an even more terrible place.The back of the woman is fat and swaying with a big butt, but the vulgarity only adds to the horror. In the gentleness and law-abiding of civilized people, sometimes an unexpected and timid desolation can be found. "Autumn Mountains" is scary again, with light blue sky and low yellow sunset.Two slender white trees, with soft and long branches, swim in the air like eels, intertwined with each other, and the two women huddled their necks and hurried away close to each other, already looking like winter. "Summer Lakeside", there is a woman sitting by the water, blue sky and white clouds, white and green trees shaking in the hot wind, loud cicadas - everything is complete, and there seems to be something more, as if there should be something in the shade of the trees. There is a music teahouse, the songs that are newly popular in the mainland, accompanied by the sound of water and the rustling of cicadas, are vulgar and grand. In "Old Maid", there is a charcoal bowl at her feet, she bends down and reaches for the fire, and a white felt is laid on her knees, which further shows the heavy and hard work of her hands.She wore a woolen hat, and her huge figure surrounded the little fire on all sides, smiling, very content with everything.This was the moment she enjoyed the most, and it made her feel even more miserable. There is a still life, with milky white bottles, knives, water chestnuts, mushrooms, seaweed moss, baskets, and rags scattered about on a dark purple-brown background.Such unstructured composition is rarely seen in oil paintings. Only when Chinese silk and satin porcelain was first introduced to the West in the 17th century, the British court painters deliberately imitated the Chinese painting style of "Sui Chao Qing Gong", just like on white paper. The same object can be separated.The Chinese spirit here is intentional or unintentional.The small thick purple lumps on the screen appear rich and fresh, making people imagine breakfast on a sunny day in the "land flowing with milk and honey".There is also "Autumn in the Nanjing Mountains", a small road flowing like a silver stream; two small white trees have many yellow branches, each shaking, as if it was just dawn.There are two trees a little further away.One blue, one brown, scribbled like a Chinese painting, but without format.The people looking at the scenery seem to have come from afar, panting undecidedly, and the blurry blue distant mountains are also fluctuating.Because of that sudden feeling, it is like a distant dream when the chicken is just crowing and the mat is too cold.
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