坐在我面前的李作恩,一副老农的模样。跟我想象中的画家似乎有些差距,可以说缺少了画家的那种气度抑或是“范儿”。但从他的眼神里,我看到一种叫做深邃的东西,我实在描述不出这种深邃是岁月的沉淀,还是画家独有的思想呈现。凌晨四点半,夜更为深沉的表情中,天边闪烁的星星让寒气更加的逼人。这个时候,那间并不温暖的小画室里,李作恩已经站在 Sitting in front of me, Li Zu’en, an old peasant appearance. There seems to be a gap between what I imagined and painter, so to speak, the lack of the kind of artist or the “fan”. However, in his eyes, I saw a thing called deep, I really can not describe this deep is the precipitation of the years, or painter’s unique ideas presented. At half past four in the morning, the darker night of the expression, the sky flashes of stars make the cold even more pressing. This time, that not warm studio, Li Zuorn has stood