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初会朱东升并见到他的画是在六个小时前。他一队人马离开我这儿后,心里又来了一股有话想说的冲动,跟朱的画有关。于是在无人交谈的情况下,自己就只能写下来。我自称是顶级画迷,但不画画。二十多岁时也画过,后因为有一种深刻的自卑在作用:唯恐,也的确是会,在画的过程中损伤、玷污了心中不可名状的种种美好。于是就看别人的画,到处找着看,挑着看,中国的、外国的、现代的、古代的。这一看竟荒度了人生三十年。看画成了癖,一种病,以至当别人来电话而又不想接听时,竟会脱口而出:忙呢,在看画。
The first meeting of Zhu Dongsheng and see his paintings was six hours ago. After a team of his troops left me here, his heart had another impulse to say something about Zhu’s paintings. So in the case of no one to talk, I can only write down. I claim to be a top fan, but not drawing. It was also painted in her twenties because of a profound sense of inferiority: fearful, indeed, that she would hurt and tarnish the unspeakable beauty in the process of painting. So look at other people’s paintings, looking around, lug, China, foreign, modern, ancient. This look desolate life thirty years. Look at painting as a hobby, a disease, even when someone calls and do not want to answer, actually blurted out: busy it, watching the picture.