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In the Beginning of Autumn era, with the aesthetic "rendering", we began to know how to practice in time. The leaves were stuck in a blank notebook. After a few days, the paper permeated the SAP of the leaves and printed a yellow stain of wet leaves. The marks of the rubbing are deep and shallow, thick and light, wet like ink rendering, but also like the flying white of a dry pen, even the delicate stem vein network of the leaves is also a bit of rubbing down. Thin as hair lines and faint water marks, like a best watermark woodcut sketch. In calligraphy aesthetics, it is often said that "house leak" refers to the trace of precipitation and penetration of water in a long time. When I was a child, I found the fallen leaves soaked for a long time in the pond. After the corrosion of the water, a leaf left only the permeable veins, facing the sun, like the wings of a dragonfly, trembling slightly in the wind. Childhood time therefore more than a secret game, often choose some of their favorite leaves, soak in not easy to be found in the pond or ditch corner. After class, he went to inspect the leaves and pulled them out of the water to see if they were corroding. When they are done, they are put back into the water, covered with water weeds and protected with rocks, so that the farmer who has come to the pond to harvest bamboo shoots and water chestnuts does not know it, and accidentally MOWS and destroys the small, private garden. It took about a month of patient waiting, day after day, for the corrosion to be complete. The decaying parts of the leaves are washed away by the water, leaving clear veins, which are dried with paper and dried in a well-ventilated area to reveal the beautiful veins of a leaf. Among the pages of my childhood were many of these leaves I had made myself, and gave them as gifts to my friends and playmates. I didn't have any art lessons, and my art lessons were mostly happy memories of playing games by myself in nature. After the Song Dynasty, the word "rendering" was often used in painting. When it comes to "rendering", it is natural to think of the technique of ink painting. Ink solidified on the silk or paper, the original is a piece of dead black. After the infiltration of water, after the shading brush of the wet brush blade is diluted again and again, the ink color and paper silk fibers penetrate and blend, the color and texture seem to have the intervention of water, and the level of shiny and smooth light changes. "Render" is to say water penetration, "render" is also to say time again and again to manage pondering. Many good Song paintings, no matter in color or ink, can be seen that the richness of the layers must be "rendered" at least ten times before they can be so glittering and gorgeous. My big sister paints fine brush flowers and birds. When she paints, she must have a brush full of water. After coloring, immediately wash with clean water pen. Then coloring, then shading, once again, so repeated more than ten times to twenty times. Colour fades to the quality of jade; colour is no longer a superficial light on a piece of paper. Colour oozes to the soul in a taph, colour dissipates to water... A leaf, a flower on the paper silk, seems to be just a trace of color memory. The beauty in art is often not the reality of the phenomenon, but the memory after the reality. Memories, need time to render. Know that one day, all the phenomena are just memories, bustling also can afford to render again and again. Perhaps "rendering" is not only a method of painting. In an era, with the aesthetic of "rendering", you begin to know how to practice in time. Occasionally open the pages of childhood, will also inadvertently find a leaf or two made in the past. Stem veins blurred and graceful, a ring of yellow rubbings on the page. At first glance, mistakenly thought it was the shadow of the leaf, I took away the leaf, traces are still in, only to know that it is not the shadow, is the leaf in the years to put their own forever rubbing on the page.
In the Beginning of Autumn era, with the aesthetic "rendering", we began to know how to practice in time. The leaves were stuck in a blank notebook. After a few days, the paper permeated the SAP of the leaves and printed a yellow stain of wet leaves. The marks of the rubbing are deep and shallow, thick and light, wet like ink rendering, but also like the flying white of a dry pen, even the delicate stem vein network of the leaves is also a bit of rubbing down. Thin as hair lines and faint water marks, like a best watermark woodcut sketch. In calligraphy aesthetics, it is often said that "house leak" refers to the trace of precipitation and penetration of water in a long time. When I was a child, I found the fallen leaves soaked for a long time in the pond. After the corrosion of the water, a leaf left only the permeable veins, facing the sun, like the wings of a dragonfly, trembling slightly in the wind. Childhood time therefore more than a secret game, often choose some of their favorite leaves, soak in not easy to be found in the pond or ditch corner. After class, he went to inspect the leaves and pulled them out of the water to see if they were corroding. When they are done, they are put back into the water, covered with water weeds and protected with rocks, so that the farmer who has come to the pond to harvest bamboo shoots and water chestnuts does not know it, and accidentally MOWS and destroys the small, private garden. It took about a month of patient waiting, day after day, for the corrosion to be complete. The decaying parts of the leaves are washed away by the water, leaving clear veins, which are dried with paper and dried in a well-ventilated area to reveal the beautiful veins of a leaf. Among the pages of my childhood were many of these leaves I had made myself, and gave them as gifts to my friends and playmates. I didn't have any art lessons, and my art lessons were mostly happy memories of playing games by myself in nature. After the Song Dynasty, the word "rendering" was often used in painting. When it comes to "rendering", it is natural to think of the technique of ink painting. Ink solidified on the silk or paper, the original is a piece of dead black. After the infiltration of water, after the shading brush of the wet brush blade is diluted again and again, the ink color and paper silk fibers penetrate and blend, the color and texture seem to have the intervention of water, and the level of shiny and smooth light changes. "Render" is to say water penetration, "render" is also to say time again and again to manage pondering. Many good Song paintings, no matter in color or ink, can be seen that the richness of the layers must be "rendered" at least ten times before they can be so glittering and gorgeous. My big sister paints fine brush flowers and birds. When she paints, she must have a brush full of water. After coloring, immediately wash with clean water pen. Then coloring, then shading, once again, so repeated more than ten times to twenty times. Colour fades to the quality of jade; colour is no longer a superficial light on a piece of paper. Colour oozes to the soul in a taph, colour dissipates to water... A leaf, a flower on the paper silk, seems to be just a trace of color memory. The beauty in art is often not the reality of the phenomenon, but the memory after the reality. Memories, need time to render. Know that one day, all the phenomena are just memories, bustling also can afford to render again and again. Perhaps "rendering" is not only a method of painting. In an era, with the aesthetic of "rendering", you begin to know how to practice in time. Occasionally open the pages of childhood, will also inadvertently find a leaf or two made in the past. Stem veins blurred and graceful, a ring of yellow rubbings on the page. At first glance, mistakenly thought it was the shadow of the leaf, I took away the leaf, traces are still in, only to know that it is not the shadow, is the leaf in the years to put their own forever rubbing on the page.
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