玄之又玄    Esoteric Art Program  
取自道德经的玄之又玄,众妙之门,道的深奥也是宇宙万物的奥秘。虚无又是实有,在我看我,看画或是人与人、人与物的链接,知觉因人而障,物我两忘,无形无象,绝对存在的体现,意象勾连的通感又具象延伸,所追求的就是意象当中的一丝神凝想象。通过探索“无”,探索的过程中也是共鸣自己,道的虚无和实有,精微性体现在它既是生成万物的本体,又体现了万物无穷奥妙的变化,天地的初始状态是无名,难以言表的,而这种难以言表的初始状态就是玄妙难懂的,多层次的画面就好似一个又一个供给探寻的“门”。“玄”亦如此.就是随着事物的发展,从无到有而产生的蜕化,无为而治。
‘Xuan’(mysterious) yet profoundDerived from the ‘The Scripture of Ethics’, it is the mystical and mysterious gate of all wonders, and the profoundness of the Ethics is also the mystery of all things in the universe. Nothingness is also reality. When I look at myself, enjoy paintings, or the connection between people and things, my perception is hindered by human, and all things are endowed with natural and mysterious colors in the chaste artistic space. It is an intangible manifestation of absolute existence. The synesthesia of image connection is also a concrete extension, pursuing a trace of divine imagination within the image.Through the exploration of "nothingness", the process of exploration also resonates with oneself. The nothingness and reality of the Ethics are ireflected in its subtlety, which not only generates the ontology of all things, but also reflects the infinite and mysterious changes of all things. The initial state of heaven and earth is nameless and difficult to express, and this indescribable initial state is mysterious and difficult to understand. The multi-level painting is like one gate after another that provides for exploration. "Xuan" is also the same. It is a transformation that arises with the development of things, from nothing to something. Governance by doing nothing that goes against nature.
Catalogue d’oiseaux Book I II. Le Loriot
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Media:Comprehensive media
Size:50cm*60cm
Music by Olivier Messiaen

作品忠于作曲家梅西安本人对场景的幻想:

六月末的黎明,拂晓的五点三十。待升的旭日,似为弥漫的雾霭宛如是为这片绯红铺展的绸缎。鸟鸣在林间四散,然而安谧的青碧湖水,才是千声之脉。清晨的光辉,如未识星辰上的七彩虹影,隐现于薄霭,恍如列奥纳多的微笑般带着含蓄蕴满无尽的希冀,绵延的金色记忆在光影中铺陈,犹如镀金般闪耀,又万物俱隐…

The painting demonstrates the composer’s descriptions for the scene:

At the dawn of late June, at half past five. The rising sun, seemingly awaited by the lingering mist, spreads across the sky like a silk tapestry of crimson. Birds sing scattered throughout the forest, yet it is the tranquil azure lake that holds the pulse of a thousand voices. The morning light, like the rainbow hues of an undiscovered star, flickers through the mist, reminiscent of Leonardo's smile, subtle yet brimming with endless hope. The golden memories stretch out in the play of light and shadow, shimmering as if gilded, while all else fades into quietude…