Transferred from the art extraordinary
How many people have obeyed prematurely
Tough fate?
Only a very small number of people silently keep their original intentions,
Made my true self.
Art Mole
At the age of 6, he scribbled for the first time, was mercilessly ridiculed by the people around him, and for 33 years he "did not do the right thing", and the ridicule and ridicule were never broken.
Today, he not only shocks the world with his paintings, but also has a solo exhibition in Beijing.
He is Xiong Qinghua, a farmer in Yongchanghe Village, Xiantao City, Hubei Province, whose family once had more than 30 acres of land and no worries about food and clothing.
The father is even more capable, especially good at carpentry, but he never thought that his son had inherited the gene that was related to art in carpentry, and carried it forward exponentially.
When he was 6 years old, Qinghua grabbed his pen and began to graffiti, who knew that after painting, he was ridiculed, and his self-esteem was seriously hit, but it was from that moment that he made up his mind to "be better than the painting in the book.".
When he was in junior high school, the teacher looked at a tree he had drawn and blurted out, "You will be a great painter."
Who knew that this "painter" who only had a sense of art failed in other homework, "I naturally did not like such a place as school, and every day I cried and cried under the threat of my parents' sticks to go to school." ”
Therefore, during his school days, he often skipped class, ran to the door of the slightly wealthier family, peeked at the paintings of the middle hall hanging from others, and often stood there unconsciously for half a day.
In 1992, at the age of 16, he dropped out of school despite his family's opposition, herding cattle and farming at home, helping to raise fish, and when he was done, he went into the dilapidated studio he had transformed with a utility room to paint some paintings of mountains, stones, flowers and birds.
The people of the village soon began to gossip, but he was still young and not afraid of anything.
Save some money and get on a bicycle, through 5 towns, more than 80 miles, just to go to the city to buy some paintbrushes, canvases, and buy a "Picasso".
He traveled back and forth for four or five hours, tired and numb, and secretly vowed never to go back next time, but as soon as he saved enough money, he stepped into the broken car that was rattling again.
When I really didn't have the money to buy a canvas, I simply painted on the wall.
After a few years, the villagers' "love" for him became more and more incomprehensible.
"You are the only son, you are the pillar of the pillar, even if you can't honor your ancestors, you can't drag your parents down, you are young, you paint every day, what do you look like?"
Not only that, but also a piece of "lesson" from his father: "You said that you don't smoke, you don't play cards, and people are so capable, but they have a son who doesn't know how to earn money and paints every day. ”
Qinghua is rare and reticent, never cares about these gossip, and his mother is inevitably anxious after listening to these "good words and persuasions", but his father secretly buys him books and paints, believing that he can become a "craftsman" in the future.
As soon as the farm work was finished, Xiong Qinghua nestled in the studio and did not come out. The winter in the Hubei Plain dripped into ice, and he wore bare-fingered gloves, rubbed his hands stiffly, and continued to paint.
In the summer, the studio is like a steamer, and he can heat up a heat in front of the drawing board, and he is reluctant to go out and blow the wind.
"He was completely spoiled by his grandmother, and the plaything was lost!"
In the 1980s, farming in the countryside could still win respect, in the 90s people began to go to the sea, and the trend in the early 21st century was even more successful, when the 28-year-old Qinghua, the child was 4 years old, there was a studio with paintings more than 2 meters high, but there was no money in his pockets.
Xiong Qinghua, "The Life of a Cow"
Although the wife supports Xiong Qinghua's painting, she can't stand the years of "no rice under the pot", seeing that the child's expenses have increased when he grows up, the wife proposes that he can go out to work like other villagers.
Under the influence of various wealth creation legends, coupled with the heavy pressure of life, he conformed to people's wishes: going out to work!
Ran to Shenzhen, followed the "enthusiastic people" to the job agency, paid a deposit of 150 yuan, was cheated out of all the savings, and the rent at that time was only 3 yuan a day.
Xiong Qinghua "Lost"
Forced to go into the assembly line with the help of his fellow villagers, peel the metal rough edge of the hardware products on the assembly line, and peel off a penny.
Repeating the action thousands of times a day, he suffocated, and after three days of drying, Xiong Qinghua stopped drying, "I told my wife that even if she starved to death, she would never work on this assembly line." ”
In this busy city, he had nothing to hide from, and he fled back home after a month of drifting. "The bustle of the big city doesn't appeal to me, and there are only two words that make me feel the most: noise."
Xiong Qinghua "Trickster 1"
But back in his hometown, the pressure of reality has nowhere to escape, and after his wife yelled at him twice, he also cried. From that moment on, Xiong Qinghua was determined to make some achievements to show them. "My heart was getting harder and harder..."
When he returned home, he was like a down-and-out loser, he was a little unwilling, and two years later he regrouped and came to Dafen Village, dreaming of becoming an artist here.
Xiong Qinghua "Yue"
Who knows, he touched a nose of ash again, "What we need here is commodity, not original art!" ”
The "loser" returned home again and went back to town to work as a milkman, working two or three hours in the morning, and the rest of the time could be drawn.
Xiong Qinghua 《Buying and Selling》
Sometimes he paints day and night like a madman, "as if the world around me rejects me, I can repel it twice, and then vent in a thunderous form." 」 ”
Cultivating in an isolated studio, the more his paintings became more and more "perverted", and he demanded that each of his works be creative and have fun new places, otherwise he would rather tear up the repaints.
Painting tears, tears paintings, just breaks the reorganization and re-creation again and again, and explores itself alone.
It wasn't until 18 years later that his junior high school classmates walked into his studio for the New Year, and the simple and dilapidated utility room was full of paintings.
Classmates knew that he loved to draw, but he did not expect that 18 years after graduation, he was still painting.
Xiong Qinghua,"When the Mulberry Ripens"
In a place where no one ever talked about painting, in the confusion and ridicule of the villagers, in the dilemma of no one supporting him, he painted a room full of paintings.
The students were completely conquered and moved by this "crazy man" and his paintings, and took pictures of these paintings one by one, and sent them to the Internet to make a post, who knew that netizens were also completely shocked by this "crazy man".
Xiong Qinghua's "Reflection"
The accumulation of millions of hits completely changed his fate, and collectors and art institutions came to him for a work. The price of the painting also rose, from no one wanted a thousand, to the price of 70,000 sold by the news.
At the age of 34, he finally has the opportunity to show his head, but the past is bittersweet and bitter, only he can taste.
Today, Xiong Qinghua has not only opened a solo exhibition in Beijing, but also known as the "Chinese Picasso".
On the day of the exhibition, many well-known artists were present to support
Qinghua's economic conditions have been greatly improved, but he is not sensitive to materials, still does not trim the edges of cloth and shoes, refuses many tall invitations, chooses to stay in the countryside, and uses painting to communicate with the taciturn self and the world.
"In fact, many people have talents, but they succumb to short-term economic benefits and choose to give up."
Xiong Qinghua
"Painting is a game in my poor days, I never expected anything in exchange, but I always remembered in my heart: I must go out of a unique path of my own!" 」