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I started drawing Chinese paintings since I was 7, and it has always been one of my interests.
The Chinese paintings attracted me at the first sight by their flamboyant colors. Every time I observe the bright clothes ancient beauties wearing or the elaborately tinged architectures in the drawing, I feel like coming back to the poetic ancient times. I often regard each painting experience as one trial of creative combination of different colors. That was the reason why I found the endless assignments of line drawings extremely boring at the beginning; I even considered giving up since I had not touched the rouge or azurite a single time for the first two months. However, after nearly one year's black and white, I gradually understood that without the basis of handling lines and manipulating the Chinese brushes (which are very tricky; as they are too pliable, if not enough effort is exerted, the lines will be awry, and if too much strength is imposed, the ink will blot the paper), one can never accomplish a satisfactory work. It is like that one must be skilled in sketches before undertaking oil paintings. The same theory functions well in other things: I must achieve those minor targets before eventually realizing my biggest goals, and I should be down to earth before soaring into the sky.
Right now, what I really love about Chinese paintings becomes their margin leaving: in such a large piece of paper, a plum branch with scarlet blossoms usually occupies only 1/4 of the space, and the left is all blank. This method leaves viewers some expanse to use their imagination, just like the open ending in a novel, quitting while it is ahead and making the aftertaste lingers. That also resembles to real life, where one always has the space to imagine and to hope.
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My Article
I started drawing Chinese paintings since I was 7, and it has always been one of my interests.
The Chinese paintings attracted me at the first sight by their flamboyant colors. Every time I observe the bright clothes ancient beauties wearing or the elaborately tinged architectures in the drawing, I feel like coming back to the poetic ancient times. I often regard each painting experience as one trial of creative combination of different colors. That was the reason why I found the endless assignments of line drawings extremely boring at the beginning; I even considered giving up since I had not touched the rouge or azurite a single time for the first two months. However, after nearly one year's black and white, I gradually understood that without the basis of handling lines and manipulating the Chinese brushes (which are very tricky; as they are too pliable, if not enough effort is exerted, the lines will be awry, and if too much strength is imposed, the ink will blot the paper), one can never accomplish a satisfactory work. It is like that one must be skilled in sketches before undertaking oil paintings. The same theory functions well in other things: I must achieve those minor targets before eventually realizing my biggest goals, and I should be down to earth before soaring into the sky.
Right now, what I really love about Chinese paintings becomes their margin leaving: in such a large piece of paper, a plum branch with scarlet blossoms usually occupies only 1/4 of the space, and the left is all blank. This method leaves viewers some expanse to use their imagination, just like the open ending in a novel, quitting while it is ahead and making the aftertaste lingers. That also resembles to real life, where one always has the space to imagine and to hope.