《幽幽我心》－2013

《幽幽我心》 005号針管筆，帆布 《My Lasting Heart》 005# Pen, Canvas

“我本将心向明月，谁知明月照沟渠。知我者谓我心忧，不知我者谓我何求？”

郁郁苍苍的外在下，却是一颗脆弱敏感的童心。

朋友们都以为我从来不画自画像，其实我经常画这样长相不一的自画像，自画心声既是自我的解嘲，也是对自我的崇拜。

我想，我还是个孩子。

不喜欢人多势众，讨厌辞穷尴尬，说不顺漂亮的句子，道不出亲昵的招呼，无法忍受当遭遇恶心时全身倒竖的汗毛，常常口是心非与死不认错，有找不尽的借口宁死不从的执拗，总有发不完的梦，和退了又涨上来的头脑发热，看不懂不感兴趣的事，却总为奇怪的感动泪眼婆娑…

我还是个孩子吗？

“My heart was toward the moon, but who knew the moon would show the ditches. Those who know me say my heart is sick, those who do not know me ask what I lack.” Inside a melancholy appearance is the fragile and sensitive heart of a child.

People think I never draw self-portraits but I actually often paint self-portraits, each with a different appearance. Self-portraits are for both self mockery and self adoration.

I think I am still a child.

I do not like big crowds. I do not like the embarrassment of not having anything to say or not saying witty lines, or offering unfriendly greetings. I cannot stand my goose bumps when I feel disgusted, saying things I do not mean, or not admitting error. There are always endless excuses or endless dreams, feeling hot-headed, not understanding things that do not catch my interest, or being moved to tears by strange things…

Am I still a child?