I have long been fascinated by the corner of this living room that Di Binne depicted.
Except for the view from the window.
Outside the window, there must be at least a clump of emerald green bamboo, swaying and dancing back and forth in the breeze; There should be a small lake, with ripples in the drizzle; On the shore of the lake is a majestic mountain written by Fan Kuan, and on the hillside are dense hawthorn trees, and the branches are full of bright red fruits...
At this time, we should meet, make tea by the window, promote knee-to-knee conversation, and look at the lake and look at the mountains.
Drizzle fell on the windows, and the scenery became Impressionist. If it's a rainstorm, the scenery becomes Fauvism. If it is getting late at night, then burn the charcoal stove to drink the bar, a good night, the words are happy, forget the time.
Forgetting is the basic source of happiness. "When you ask what the world is, you don't know if there is a Han, regardless of Wei Jin." Therefore, set up wine to kill chickens, and enjoy yourself.
Unfortunately, we can't forget it. A gust of autumn wind, a melody, a hint of fried aroma, the sweetness of freshly cut grass, suddenly as if a scene had happened... Can touch the memory, incredibly clear.
Like Baltis's "The Girl by the Window", when I saw this painting, I thought of the code factory in the western suburbs of Xinxiang City, the room on the third floor, and the window with screen windows.
Baltis, "The Girl by the Window", infographic
Dragonflies, geckos, butterflies and praying mantises can be kept between screens and glass windows. I once witnessed a female praying mantis eating and laying an egg little by little with a male mantis in her left arm, and in the early summer of the following year, the screen window was suddenly crawling with small green mantises the size of ants.
We often lie on the window and blow soap bubbles, and the bubbles float in the air, flying to the opposite cement playground, the primary school with green lattice windows, the red brick factory wall, the river embankment, the poplar trees, the fields, the North River, and the train on the bridge in the distance...
I also think of Genghe Village in Zhengzhou.
Outside the window in the evening, it becomes the "Qingming River Map". Fried cold powder, fried quail, egg cake, pie, wonton, rice noodles, almond tea, marinated meat, roasted cake, roast leg of lamb, ball soup, bean foam, fried skewers, fried rice, cold skin, spiced eggs, stacked beef, soup buns, roast chicken, bucket chicken, spicy lamb trotters, vegetable sellers, haircuts, computer repairs, book rentals, cd sellers, car repairers, hardware sellers, department stores, furniture sellers, massages, pedicures... The whole street is rubbed shoulders, brightly lit, and Tokyo dreams.
"Qingming River Map", data map
And in the densely packed windows on both sides, there are young people from all over the world, so many vivid and vivid young people, and the whole village is filled with the smell of hormones.
In the summer of 2007, I drove my grandfather to the station. He looked out the window and suddenly asked: Is this the Geng River?
I said yes.
He whispered to me: Go down and have a look?
I said it was about to be dismantled, what to see.
It's over.
That was the last time Grandpa went out to Zhengzhou, unexpectedly, and it was also the last time I saw him.
Later, after casually talking to his family, he learned that he had participated in the battle to liberate Zhengzhou in Genghe...
This half-life, second-class disabled combat hero chased and killed a pig that jumped in a circle in the snow.
What kind of memories did he have of Genghe? Who cares about the stories of the past?
When Genghe Village was demolished, I went to see it after work. Walking past a rusty iron bridge on the Jinshui River, above the floating dust, everyone can see the window of the dense black hole hole.
In those windows, it was once the youth and dreams of a generation. How many people have ever stood by the window at night like me, watching the fireworks and red dust, sighing.
Today, walking down the empty side street, I think adam hurst should sit at the intersection, wear a top hat, play a song of "lament", and lament how the past can be like smoke.
Good music, good environment, broken hearts, one hit.
Hope, Nightingale, infographic
In the glass window of the street corner tavern, we are the men and women in Hope's "Nightingale", finally alive and well-dressed, full of holes, calm as water, without a word, all the strong faces and laughter, and finally have to pay back alone.
September 18, 2021
I thought of these paintings in this article, or I saw these paintings to make this article:
Di Benn: A Corner of the Room, USA
Hope: The Nightingale, 1942; Window of the Night, 1928
Baltis: The Girl in the Window, 1953, Metropolitan Museum of Art
Lu Wenying: Wind and Rain Map of Jiangcun, Ming, Cleveland Museum of Art
Xia Gui: "Xuetang Guest Speech Map", Southern Song Dynasty, Palace Museum
Dalí: The Girl Standing by the Window, 1925, Collection of the Spanish Museum of Contemporary Art, Madrid
Hoch: The Woman Sitting at the Window Reading Letters, 1664
David Hockney: Windows and Lamps
Leon Spiliat: The Studio Window at Fisherman's Wharf, 1908–09, private collection
Matisse: The Open Window, 1905, France, Private Collection
Picasso: The Woman Sitting by the Window (Marie Tres), 1932
Gao Jian: "Autumn Window Talk Rain Map", Qing, British Museum
Wu Zhen: "Mountain Window Listening to the Rain", Yuan, private collection
Liu Songnian: "Autumn Window Reading YiTu", Southern Song Dynasty, Liaoning Provincial Museum
Music Appreciation:
adam hurst: Lament, cello piece
Guns and Roses: Don't Cry
Cui Jian: "The Night of the Times"