Chapter 45 A shaft of landscape in front of the window

Li Tuo and Liu He returned from the United States, hosted a workshop at Tsinghua University, and took time to visit the southern countryside.During the chat, Li Tuo told a story about Prague. They were stolen by thieves at that time, but luckily the thieves were caught.They thought that the case would be closed quickly if the stolen goods were all there.Surprisingly, as soon as they arrived at the police station, they found that it looked like a noisy vegetable market, and it was even more of a maze.It was easy to find the policeman in charge.The police found that the thief could not speak Czech, and said that the law stipulates this, and the police have no right to interrogate him, so they can only release him, and other matters will be discussed later.Next, the police let the perpetrators go but not the victims, saying that the law stipulates otherwise, and they must leave a record as reporters.After coming down, the records and identity verification were all over, and they couldn't return them to their original owners when they left.The police said that the money and property belong to you, and you have the right to take it away, but according to the law, the police only arrest people and handle cases, and have no right to return the property. This matter is managed by another department, and you have to go to them.Poor Li Tuo and his wife are tourists, and their stay in Prague is limited. How can they stand up to so much trouble in the vegetable market?In fact, this matter is not over yet.Because they finally found the stall, they could hardly believe their ears: the other party told them that you found the right place, but you have to understand that the goods and money are managed by different departments, and according to the law, they can only take away the goods today .As for the money, I'm sorry, next time... Li Tuo almost fainted. "When you arrive in Prague, you will understand Kafka and what is absurd." He shook his head and said.

The Czech Republic is a country with strict regulations. Unfortunately, after many foreign occupation authorities such as Austria, Hungary, and Germany in history, the old laws are mixed with new laws, and the legal system has become complicated and weird. Many things that make people laugh and cry are unreasonable. outside.If you record one or two at random, it can probably become the absurdity described by Kafka and Klima, or the comedy of Hashiekli. From this point of view, don’t these Czech writers just tell the truth? I think of another writer, Ah Cheng.Acheng has a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, especially for the national quintessence heritage.He believes that ancient Chinese art is collective and religious, and therefore relies on hypnotic illusions.Art at that time originated from sacrifices, and artists originated from wizards, that is, some hypnotists who danced to the gods, and some professional masters who daydreamed.They want to get through the two worlds of man and god, and they have to use many hypnotic methods.Rice wine, hemp leaves, and hallucinogenic mushrooms have always been their commonly used drugs, which are somewhat equivalent to the drugs of modern people-Acheng once witnessed some witches and gods in the countryside of Hubei eating these ancient ecstasy before the spirits possessed them.In this way, if the Chu culture they are tossing about shakes their heads indiscriminately, is a little romantic, weird and even crazy, then it is perfectly natural.Are those strange patterns on bronzes, lacquerware, and fabrics in the pre-Qin period, as well as the Taotie pattern named after the Song Dynasty, and those shapes that resemble cow faces, pig faces, and crocodile heads?They float up and down, combine freely, sometimes twist wildly, sometimes elongate, sometimes burst, and make screams or thunders, all of which are real illusions after successful hypnosis.

In Asia, America, Africa, Oceania and other places, exaggerated shapes on various ancient artifacts abound.According to Ah Cheng, we don’t need to regard them as the product of any style pursuit—it’s actually incredible that people from all over the world come to the same pursuit.They are nothing more than the products of shaman hypnosis, or even the normal effects of many "drugs" in ancient times.They are not so much mysticism, or romanticism, or abstractionism, or expressionism, or surrealism (modern people like to formulate a lot of isms), but they are more like the visual effects of hallucinogenic drugs. out of shape.

From this perspective, these ancient arts are actually true to life. I memorized a lot of literature and art concepts in college, and learned that realism is characterized by "realistic line drawing", while exaggeration, deformation, fantasy, and weirdness must belong to some other doctrine, and must be the whimsical fictions of writers and artists.I now believe that the framers of these concepts must not understand the Czech police, the ancient wizards, and the window of my house. A little dizzy from choking, a little half drunk from drinking, there must be a feeling of melting the internal organs.Clear ink is the farthest mountain, light ink is the second most distant mountain, heavy ink is the closer mountain, thick ink and scorched ink are the closer mountains.They constitute layered overlapping and enchanting curves, and at the moment when it is about to rain, they are dizzy in the cold mist.The sky and the earth are indistinguishable, and it is impossible to tell whether there is or is not. The turbulence and flow of dense clouds and mist form a state of breaking apart of ink and wash and complementing each other of hiding and dew.A group of egrets passed across the mountainside without leaving any sound.Looking further down, a row of steep rocks should be the ups and downs under the brush.A flat boat, a quiet fisherman, I don't know who painted it lightly.

This is not a landscape painting, but a real picture outside the window of my house.Standing here, even the biggest fool should know the origin of Chinese landscape painting. The simplicity and wonder of this kind of landscape painting has shocked many painters, and even deeply attracted Picasso in the West.Are they technical inventions of the genius of ancient painters?maybe.But this is only half true, or only a small part of it.Only those theorists who have never seen the real mountains and rivers with their own eyes will take these words too seriously, and subsequently cultivate many inventors of doctrine who deliberately seek novelty.They cultivate artistic talents into some lunatics and some hard-working people, always frowning, staring blankly, wearing strange clothes, and talking nonsense.If they can't make art weird, at least they can make themselves weird first; if they can't make their hearts unique, at least they can make their appearance shocking.Their eternal anxiety is that they don't know where the "style" and "ism" that redeem themselves are, and they often exhaust their efforts in the life-long torture of finding a needle in a haystack.

If you look at it from another angle, such as standing in the window of my house, freehand brushwork is actually easy, simple, plain, almost realistic, and even honest photography.A painter, as long as he has seen the mountains and rivers of southern China, especially the mountains and rivers in the rainy season with too much cloud and mist, the white mist pouring into the gate and staying in his hands, and the flowers hanging on the tip of the leaves and winding around the steps. It is not normal for wisps of dark clouds not to understand the pen and ink of predecessors (such as dizzy and broken ink).

The greatest doctrine is actually the doctrine of honesty, which has nothing to do with extravagance.All the artistic styles that we are quite new, no matter how many artists have deliberately created them, no matter how many tool inventions and technological improvements have benefited from them, at their root, there may be a most realistic (if it can be called realism) )—the source of experience, but it is not known to future generations. This source of growing imagination is hidden in the Czech Republic that Chinese people have never experienced, wizards that normal people have never experienced, and rural landscapes that urbanites have never seen.that is it.