My painting self portrait

            in the exploration of Chinese ink painting, I have always pursued the connotation and style of Chinese traditional literati painting and the independence and self spirit of Chinese literati. I know how to express their true art situation, must be free to play in the role of the unconscious mind spirit, entertain the taste ink games, through the image of &ldquo &rdquo and “ meaning; ” charm; to reveal their inner spirit and pure feelings. I found that my painting process and the audience taste picture process has similar feelings, viewers can feel the fun, maybe they and those painted children had a similar experience, similar ideas similar to similar dreams and hope. Each picture is like a living body that activates people's pleasure. Even the connotation of Chinese ink painting in the form of blur of foreigners, also can taste the charm of innocence. This image capture in the universe, virtual spiritual so wonderful, I really don't know how to use the language to express these.



            but I can honestly say: my feeling is true, my painting is simple, because I draw the idea is simple, I want to express the idea is simple, my children is simple, it is I like, more like my childhood. I drew all the most sincere things in my heart. I drew children, and I will always be a child. I'll never grow up, because I refuse to grow up. Everything around me is always beautiful, past, present and future of … … I draw the mental state is always calm, because my spirit is joyful, I feel is the taste of happiness, then there will be thousands of visitors in a sweet aftertaste. We have similar childhood memories, childhood dreams, paintings that will make us forever young.





I gasp for air; I cry; I am…   Ah; The dream  comprise:! Mama, Baba, I am hungry I am on the; floor I; see mama in a chair I must get to; Mama but; now stand up; on my legs; move; I fall, I get up; move again; I am there; there are my 3 brothers they play with; me; make me laugh; they are there for me; always good. The memories, daydreams Joys of childhood I thought; at times might fade but did not. I and my parents, siblings and Friends kept it alive. Times like the pour seasons changing The autumn leaves on the; ground the, stars and moon shining in the night, the winter cold with the snow the spring warmth with the flowers; the summer heat; me wishing for coolness all part of the dream.; The memory of seeing a man, a Lao Wei, a foreigner in a building. Pulling his luggage towards me I’ ve never met; him but I knew him



As I continve to open the curfain to see my memories, the scenes up Fold layer by layer like a cinema show. I remember the pawn shops easts.West sde&rsquo s of town, with books; rich weth ideas romantic vepses reading about CHUNGUI I remember listening to the songs; proposing things. Tike, who climbs the tallest trees and who cuts tress with out a knife or saw-cows, who eats rice with out cooking-mice. Who eats meat with boiling-cats then the preposterous songs of the wind blowing stones on hill; cows having eggs;     the horse with hornst cotton with tones floating across a river.



The dream continues with my memory of the numerous why goestions why is the moon sometimes; crescent why; do buffer flies have wings why does the camel have humps; on its back; why do bees die when they sting why is an elephants nose; so long; why do earthworms still live when cut two.



I remember my lovely friends chasing each other; flying kite; rolling hoops; kicking Jianzi playing; Dangong holding; the cat; the dog that would come by I would feed sometimes she would want to; stay sometimes; he would eat say bye-bye. I remember studying to remember the gvestion on I need to ask the teacher so I could remember the mathematical formula. And I remember the fish jumping in the blue waves the white clouds passing in; the blue sky; the shadows passing on the peach tree the return of the sun swallow; on the sights; Fragrant smells of spring. I remember that I would wait for my brother after school, because mama told me to never go with a stranger.



As I got older, I remember awakening for school cleaning my face putting on; mercerized socks; Looking like a  pretty  flower; seeing my set Fasan ancient beauty meeting a man from the other side of the world. They were times when I was care free, lonely, helpless,   happiness. I didn’ t want to grow up, but knew it was evident, and my life has changed beautifully. Many other memories are forgotten, thought to the tune of Liudi beckons me to remember.



  Each, of, US, have, memories, of, our, childhood, the, sweetest, purestMost, precious moments secrets hidden in our hearts.; It is useless to condemn the old life but better to embrace what was to enjoy what of it we have. The work I do now is embracing the valve of appreciating this. The man in my earlier dream, and I are now together, TuanYuanThese, memories are a part of the forever dream and should always be remembered. We all have them.