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北京,对我来说不陌生。18岁来北京学画,不懂什么是艺术,没有烦恼,有梦想。10年后又一次长住北京,以为自己懂艺术,满是烦恼,质疑梦想。这是成长与理想的悖论。记得6月的一天,望着北京黑桥村2道8号院门口的旧红旗,那是北京少有能看清楚的晴天,便在朋友圈中写下了这样一句话:“在北京,很少看见褪色的红旗与不褪色的云。”这是一座城的悖论。北京,这是一个爱恨交加的城市,这里有最好的展览空间、最职业的观众、最权威的媒体、最慷慨的藏家;有钱、有资源、有“星探”、有香槟、有人整天跟你谈论艺术。与此相对,北京每天还充斥着无效的展览、重复的评论、无休止的应酬、复杂的圈子、无
Beijing is no stranger to me. 18-year-old Beijing to learn painting, do not understand what is art, no worries, a dream. 10 years later lived in Beijing again, thinking that they understand art, full of trouble, questioning the dream. This is a paradox of growth and ideals. I remember one day in June, looking at the old red flag at the gate of No.8 Hospital, No. 2, Blackbridge Village, Beijing. It was a rare sunny day that Beijing could see clearly. In this circle of friends, I wrote this sentence: “In Beijing, Rarely see the faded red flag and the fading cloud. ”This is a city paradox. Beijing, this is a city of love and hate, where there is the best exhibition space, the most professional audience, the most authoritative media, the most generous collectors; money, resources, there is Champagne, someone talk to you about art all day. In contrast, Beijing is flooded with invalid exhibitions, repeated comments, endless entertainment, complicated circles, and no