我至今还记得两年前第一次看到张恩利的作品时心中那种模棱两可的感受。我看到了什么?一幅大画布,有一米多高,画中是一只横躺着的铁皮水桶,和小时候用过的挑水水桶很像,水桶背后的空白画面还留着开始创作时画的网格,画面底部有点脏,像水溅出来又被不太干净的手把握后留在上面的痕迹,颜色飘忽在黑与灰、蓝与白之间的模糊,笔触松散,涂色稀薄。我长久站 I still remember the ambiguous feelings I felt when I first saw Zhang Enli’s works two years ago. What do I see? A large canvas, one meter high, is a lying metal bucket lying like a bucket of water used as a child. The empty picture behind the bucket is still the beginning of creation. Of the grid, the bottom of the screen a little dirty, like water splashed out by the hand is not too clean to keep traces of the above, the color of the erratic in the black and gray, blur between blue and white, loose brush strokes, painted thin. I am long standing