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2010.05.08-2010.05.30
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Rose Theater - Works of YANG Chengwen
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Those Known and Unknown Things
YANG Chengwen
I watch thrill movies a lot. The feeling of being sucked into a particular space attracts me every time. I like going deep into that world step by step and verify my guesses or get lost completely. Through these spiritual journeys, I gain the rejoicing when having the same view with the writer, the astonishment of unexpected and the wonder of unknown. The human nature is so charming to me: quiet but wild; sweet but evil; kind but cruel; looking for hope in the darkness but corrupting into mist in the brightness; forget the eternal vow in a flash; walk toward death with happiness＃Like an angel falls from heaven, the radiance dissipates, only the solid ring remains. Is it sorrowful, wonderful or even both? I have no answer but guesses.
Years ago, I went to a small town in Xinjiang for inspiration. One day, I decided to put down my brush and took a joy walk down town. There are ten alleys in total, alongside each starts with several residential buildings, then leads to rural farmhouses on the hill. The people live in the buildings like plant flowers on their balconies. Walking down the alley, the blacktop blended into dirt road and patches of corns and sunflowers came into sight. Before I knew it, the madding crowd was already behind me. Then I saw a door blocked the way not far ahead. I thought maybe I reached the end of the road, but couldn't help walking even closer and suddenly a new path which was narrower than one meter appeared at the corner. I kept walking through the path, and the dazzling brightness greeted me not far away. Along with the brightness of sunshine was a vast graveyard. The snow white tombstones were simple but beautiful. Now I nearly reached the top of the hill, still clouds were hanging above the horizon. I kept climbing, and saw a China Mobile routing tower on the higher crest. I should thank it for enable us to contact between distant, but had to commit that its appearance has no sense of beauty at all. Like many tombs, the tower was also surrounded by bricks. I climbed up this artificial slope, felt getting even closer to the sky. The view here was fantastic, I decided to have a rest here, enjoyed the glorious sunshine and soft breeze. Looking back at the houses and graveyard just passed by, I was moved by how harmonious they are with the nature. Not until walking down the slope I realized the slope is pretty steep. I could not stop and started to run. At the beginning, I was scared a little, but then I burst into laugh and let the reasonless happiness drove me all along the way to the place I came. The sunflowers were so dazzling under the back light, with the heroic spirit and blooming like gold. That picture dissipated into dust and spread out in my thought. This moment was so lively, quiet and surprisingly real.
Maybe life is just an adventure, a process of searching which filled with emotion and doubts. Maybe we are searching for the unlimited possibility in
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2010.03.06-2010.04.06
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Once Upon An Apple 每 Works of MA Yuan
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Once I read a fable called the power of an apple. A traveler was caught by a sudden sandstorm and had lost his direction completely. What was worse, his backpack, which contains water and food was blown away by the gale. Desperately, he searched all the pockets on his clothes and found a green apple. ※Hooray! I still have an apple!§ The traveler shouted to himself happily. With the apple tightly in his hand, he set off to find the way out of the desert. Every time when felt thirst, hungry or tired, he would look at the apple in his hand. By doing so, he felt the strength came back to him gradually. In the end, the traveler survived from the desert. The green apple which he never touched was already shriveled, but it saved his life.
※I still have an apple§, this is the essence of a belief. And in my opinion, we all have such an apple in our heart. It is the flame that never dies out. With it in our soul, we can conquer any hardship and confusion in adversity. It might be tiny, but it can support the sky of life, allow you to pursue the happiness. If you still have an apple in you heart, you should never ever give up.
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2009.12.12-2010.01.05
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Waves of Mooning 每 Works of ZHAO Ya Nan
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2009 is a year of change. While the whole world is experiencing the economy reformation and market upheaval, Zhao Yanan is also experiencing a turning point in his life. Both his thought and work become more mature under the various impacts. From the standpoint point of philosophy, change is positive, and this idea can't be too true in Zhao's world of art, a world that is full of contradictions. In his world, under the colorful surface, hides the unpredictable crisis - War, disasterㄛ hazard and violence, all these are not fearful anymore under Zhao's brush. In his world, the catoonized "Utopia" extracts out the superficial emotion impact of change, leaves its true implication. In his world, the subtle relation between the character and background story reveals simple emotion from the chaotic reality. In his world, missing is no longer an emotion to another individual, the path is crystal clear under the lunar halo in the cloudless sky.
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2009.11.07-11.30
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My Garden of Loneliness - Works of MU Lintong
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Mu Lintong has a nickname since long time before, the ※Childe§. We don＊t know how and when he got this nickname, but it fits him right. Unruly and free, an all-rounder of painting, poetry and music, plus a little bit of gloomy habitude, he is a handsome and tall guy in most of girls eyes. But in front of his fans, he is always very quiet, takes up his pencil and draws you a portrait is the best he will do. The line of the portrait is so simple. Every character under his pencil is just like his work, no identifiable details, you are I, I am you, and everyone has his own garden of solitude.
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