He is not a tree, he stands there just sleeping, he is not dead, he lives when the wind and sand rage, he lives when the new branches turn green, he lives when you need him; he stands there, guarding the land for all living beings
Liu fang
A native of Xinjiang, born in 1983.
2006 Xinjiang Normal University, Bachelor of Fine Arts
Master of Fine Arts, Zhejiang University, 2015, tutor Professor Zhu Chunyang
He is currently an Associate Professor in the Department of Arts and Education, Faculty of Humanities, Tarim University
(National) Member of higher art education branch of the Educational Calligraphy and Painting Association
He is a member of the Chinese Calligraphy and Painting Association
Member of the Corps Beauty Association
Member of the Legionnaires' Association of Women Painters
He has published 22 papers and 6 books at all levels
In 2021, poplar works will be exhibited
Main Exhibition Experience:
"The Desire of Life" and "Gaze" participated in the sixth invitation exhibition of "Qi Zhenyuan" of Zhejiang University
"The Desire to Be Born" Is a network exhibition of fine art works by female painters of the Danqing Xinjiang Corps
"Soul of a Thousand Years", "West Wind Ancient Music", "General of the Ancient Road", "Lonely Moon Heming" participated in the "Qi Zhenyuan" touring exhibition of Zhejiang University (Shaoxing He Shuifa Art Museum)
"Sheng" was selected for the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps Artists Association to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China
"Jinrui Millennium" was selected for the Second National Exhibition of Outstanding Art Works in Teaching Practice of College Teachers
"The Tree"
Text/Liu Fang
In the Taklamakan Desert grows a tree with great vitality, the poplar tree. In the arid environment of 3,000 mm of annual evaporation and less than 30 mm of precipitation in the desert, poplar trees have been thriving and growing for thousands of years. It is rooted in the edge of the barren desert, enduring the illumination of the red sun, the drought of the desert, the intrusion of salinity, but with great strength and indomitable will to hold on to a land, people here praise it as the "desert hero tree", it has a legend of the miracle of life: born a thousand years do not die, die a thousand years do not fall, fall a thousand years immortal.
Standing in the thousand-year-old Sleeping Poplar Valley gave me the touch of "the wood falling eagle roaring, the north wind is cold; the wind rises and the moon is faceless, the wind falls silently; a proud bone is not a god, but in the rise of all sentient beings; a fall in the human world meets the canghai, a step of a thousand years, a thousand years of long-cherished wishes, listening to the song, accompanied by the ancient shu; with the sun and the moon, let the sword wind and sand cut, every inch falls on the loess, the tears in the long wind, and no one understands!" In the past, the world also appreciated? "Of course, this is something that has only been realized in recent years.
In 2006, I came to Tarim University in the hinterland of the Taklamakan Desert, surrounded by many poplar trees, looking at the dense branches and cracked trunks, I don't know how to write, because there are too many dead branches piled up, because the lush leaves will not be able to distinguish between other tree species, so it is impossible to express the inner spirit of the poplar, I have suffered a lot of setbacks in my attempts, and I have seen a lot of works by my predecessors, but he is still standing there, I can't paint his indomitability, his strength, his spirit; so I am discouraged and stay where I am.
After crushing the paper piece after piece, he rushed into the silent poplar forest, in the wind, in the sandstorm, at sunrise, at sunset, standing in the forest, closing his eyes, to feel his power, in a thousand forms, to be able to see everything, he is so tall, I am so small.
He is not a tree, he stands there just sleeping, he is not dead, he lives when the wind and sand rage, he lives when the new branches turn green, he lives when you need him; he stands there, guarding the land for all living beings.
This is the collision of souls, the baptism of the spirit, in the lines, in the ink rhyme, deeply perceiving his power. Hu Yang has his spirit, has his emotions, he uses his life to compose a song of sorrow, he uses his life to carry the protection of a thousand years; although many pictures do not give him brilliant colors, although the branches are leafless, although the ground is dry and flowerless, but at a certain time, he carries his attachment. In the pen and ink room, he is what I long to read.
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