一个偶然的机会,让我与卡特林的绘画相遇。 正当眼下海内海外的“先锋”们忙碌于把“艺术”搞得神神圣圣、苦涩不堪之时,卡特林的绘画却让人顿时感到一种灵魂的欣悦和平静,眼睛饱享了色彩的“盛宴”(这好像是德拉克洛瓦的说法)。 绘画显现出了它本来应当显现的样子:它本不是那么多抽象概念的承载体,本不需要那么些玄奥莫测的哲学“本体”“真理”在其中“呈现”,不需要诸如“存在主义”、“现象学”之类的说教,把自己搞的阴沉森暗,苦大仇深,绘画就是绘画, A chance to meet me with Catlin’s paintings. At a time when the “vanguards” at home and abroad are busy with making artistry sacred and bitter, Catlin’s paintings make people suddenly feel the joy and calmness of a soul with their eyes full of color “Feast” (this seems to be Delacroix’s argument). The painting shows what it should have been like: it was not the carrier of so many abstract concepts, and there was no need for such mysterious philosophical “noumenon,” “truth,” in which to “render” without “existentialism ”,“ Phenomenology ”kind of preaching, to engage in their own dark gloomy, bitter hatred, painting is painting,