Use the most concise and simple method to say the most profound truth
Bayinboro
The work is not created by the painter. Good works have long existed, waiting for a pair of hands to lead and present in the vast world. And the painter is like a mother calling for children, in the vast time, the painter summons the works that have long existed independently, with a body full of dust and vicissitudes. When the painter leads them on the canvas, there is always a sense of déjà vu, as if he were in a past life!
The highest state of art is to use the most concise and simple method to say the most profound and complex truths.
Good works must be in the depths of time, and when you see them, even a freshly completed work that still exudes the aroma of ink is like an old object that has been smoked and burned for a hundred years. It has a sense of déjà vu and a sense of vicissitudes that have been endured. It is both familiar and unfamiliar, and emits a dim light due to its powerful vitality.
The human mask is the most common thing that confuses many young artists. A mature artist should be good at removing people's faces and revealing their true hearts.
In contrast, tragedy is the art that moves people's hearts the most. In fact, grief exists throughout the ages. Sadness is the flower of laughter, the source of the fragrance of the flower in silence.
Sorrow, on the other hand, is the bronze moonlight hidden behind the clouds in the long night.
Perhaps most artists advocate loneliness, because loneliness is the cornerstone of a person's independent character, and even many artists have a unique appreciation for loneliness to taste fun. Loneliness is a medicine, a cup of poison, loneliness is the stream of thoughts that all sentient beings begin to think. Loneliness is also the only reason for a brilliant artist to create good works.
It is because of the strong loneliness that the artist cannot get rid of, he endures loneliness and desperately creates great works of art. A lonely mind that drinks alone will emit a candlelight in the darkness. So from another point of view, the fascination with darkness is also their common disease.
"Warm each other with your hearts in this cold world." This is a phrase I often say to my friends. Loneliness, on the other hand, is the hidden power that governs life. Even in the midst of a crowd, that kind of huge, oppressive loneliness often makes people breathless.
Real works are hard to complete. It always presents a fatal mutilation, and mutilation is beauty, like Venus's broken arm! The other side of the cripple is sadness, a landscape that pervades the wounds of human nature.
In a living painting, you will see a dead person with a peaceful face and a trembling heart, and that is you! It is like a mirror that reflects the flame in the painter's heart.
Shudder rushes up to your fingertips... It is the resurrection of the depicted things. It was born again, born again and said... Because at this time the painter has returned to the frame and becomes an object in the painting, a stone, or a grass... What dies and becomes a relic is the time when the painting was born—its process, like the dander of a snake.
Those great masterpieces are always in the process of unfinished waiting, like some of Kafka's novels. That is the only criterion that distinguishes greatness from mediocrity. The hand of time is always changing them. Blessed are those who keep rereading. The surprising truth they see is the true meaning of art.
Sometimes a painting is the sum of the works that a painter has worked so hard for the rest of his life. It has infinite energy and infinite generalization, like a universal mirror, and anyone standing in front of it can see the standing person himself— because he himself is everything in the universe.
What a good painter creates and depicts is not a thing, but the inner heart of a thing (a painter who is only good at depicting the appearance of things is never a good painter). Generally speaking, great painters can see a real self in front of the works he creates. Whatever he paints: landscapes, birds, seawater, clouds, sun and moon... The image painted by a great painter is the brushstroke of his thoughts. It is his life history.
Looking at Giacomedi's paintings, I always have this feeling: as if in a primitive cave, these statues, like limestone columns that have grown over hundreds of millions of years, have the power of natural growth.
The best paintings always have a sense of originality. The sense of primacy is the unpolished, naturally growing power, the thing of the gods full of life.