抽象的村庄上海的朋友醉了,硬是要来那些单纯的油彩,赤脚坐在我那拥挤的茶店里,在一张画布上,用手瞎乱涂抹。边画还边嘀咕,你的家乡是个好地方,真是个好地方,我看到太多的绿色,在阳光中还有点灰。我知道他所说的灰是山岩的色彩,或是土地。他想画一棵茶树,又想画一片田园,还有茂密的树林。看着他将色彩任意的呈现,直到他倒在地上睡去,我才静下来仔细地打量这幅杂乱又完全没有头绪的作品。树绿、浅灰、麻斯黑,被他用手抹得一塌糊涂,整 Abstract village Shanghai friends drunk, just want to come to those simple paint, sitting barefoot in my crowded tea shop, on a canvas, hand-smeared. While painting still whispered, your hometown is a good place, really a good place, I see too much green, there is a little gray in the sun. I know what he says is the color of rock, or the land. He wanted to draw a tea tree, but also want to draw a pastoral, as well as dense woods. Watching him present any color, until he fell asleep on the floor, I quietly scrutinized the messy and completely clueless work. Tree green, light gray, mace black, was his hand wiping a mess, the whole