曾有一则笑话“一路人站在马路中央仰头望天,随即他周围的人 越聚越多,大家抱着不同的心态往天上看,很快就聚成黑压压的一 片。那路人低下头才发现周围很多人,问他们在看什么?众人皆奇 怪,问他在看什么?看到了什么?路人讲鼻子流血,仰头止血,众人 皆哗然”现在艺术家与评论家之间的关系颇像这路人与众人这般。 Once there was a joke, “all the way from the center of the road looking up at the sky, then the people around him more and more together, we hold a different attitude to the sky, quickly gathered into a dark mass. I found many people around me and asked them what they were looking at? Everyone was weird, asked what he was looking at? What did he see? The passerby said nose bleeding, upward hemostasis, everyone uproaring. ”Now the relationship between the artist and the critic is quite like this. Passers-by with all people like this.