Text / Qingzi
Saw
Haikuo at the first time, it was in the mountains. In the dead of winter cold
days, he was carrying a bag, just from another hill down, fatigued with the
journey. He talked about the night of the village and village on the top of the
hill, the stars like the flowers, empty and clean, he was intoxicated.
Saw
Haikuo again also in the mountains. Spring in April, he and a friend was
sketching on the road, meet each other, actually know. At night we were meeting
at halfway house to drink tea, chatted very happy. I know he is a landscape
painter, a year of half time wandering in the mountains, he was very familiar
with all things in the mountain. He can tell you when the flowers are bright,
which month stream up to the best, his love for Taihang Mountain to command
admiration.
Later
saw the painting of Haikuo.
Painting
should be the carrier of a person's mind. Reading Haikuo’s painting, to be
meditation. Make a pot of tea, burning a incense, forget the worldly troubles,
with quiet heart to carefully read.
Ou
Yangxiu said: "leisure and quiet, hard to describe the heart of interest
and free", Haikuo’s painting is full of deep Zen and quiet, as himself
that alienation and the painting of the quiet, let the mind be in peace.
He
is also a quiet voice, simple, direct, true nature. Sometimes he is worldly,
drinking and smoking, make friends with congenial persons, drinking all through
the night. Sometimes he kept a distance from people to the world, and was very
transparent to many realities. He often sits in studio alone, twist beads with
hand, read the heart sutra, listening to music, a pot of tea, a pack of
cigarette, stay a whole day; or wandering mountains, a dish of ink, a brush, a
bag, sitting on top of the mountain, painting the landscape, dialogue with the
mountains, the harmony between man and nature, forgot all.
He
said: "as a painter, I think it is a kind of innate dual nature, from
their own: I desire to return to society in the family, enjoy the friendship,
love and family and attention; on the other hand, I cling to my world, my
secret garden, no one can get involved in. There is an invisible barrier that
makes me unable to describe my world with words, such as being enchanted, and
keeping others far away, or has never discovered this secret garden protected.
So, I can only pick up the brush, use it in the paper, with ink, tell my
everything."
He
said the painting is part of his life, he is in this world the impermanence
drifting anchor, have a safe fulcrum, his breath and his heart all show in the
picture. In particular, in the present world of material desires, painting has
become a way of caring for the home of the soul.
Look
at Haikuo’s painting, mellow and transparent lines, calm and clever,
far-reaching conception and quiet. Whether the big-hearted of Cloud Track Set,
or the mysterious in Sanskrit, or the mystery of Exploring the People, can
always see the painter in the form of a heart of the soul. This land as water
as pure and ethereal and distant, as if people feeling the floated clock sound
from the silent valley, lingering around the ears, for a long time.
Indeed,
his paintings and his person are not like in this age, with some ancient style.
Nietzsche said, "if art attracts a person strongly, it will lead him to
the most prosperous times of art, and the educational role of art is
retrogressive. The artist is already a stagnant creature, because he stays in
the games of childhood and boyhood, and now he is going back to another era by
regressive education.
"Put
down all the bags, and I sat in the valley like a mirror. The water in the
chilly valley is over my feet, and the mountains are in the night; like your
mind. I’m waiting as in the past; sound tick, cloud flying over the stars,
bright sky flash. Wang Wei is also waiting. Put down, and how to find the
immortals? Drink a little bit, and you don't have to come back even get drunk.
"
Haikuo
takes brush in hand, sitting in the mountains, static view the clouds raising,
take the heart of a fragrance.