When my friends saw me painting at my desk, they said that you can't have both, so you might as well abandon the text and follow the painting. I asked why I abandoned the text from the painting instead of the painting.
Friends said: look at your white paper, brush strokes, ink dripping, thick and thin phase stains, variety, wonderful; interest is mostly accidental, meaning endless. Painting is full of such accidents, and when painting is full of pleasure, it is no wonder that most painters are old and long-lived, white-headed and beautiful, not knowing that old age is coming, but writing is deliberately, searching for it, racking their brains, year-round ploughing, description of strain, painstaking efforts, premature senility and early illness, and often the day when a pen is thrown is the time to die!
I laughed and said, "it's wrong!" When you say that searching and racking one's brains in writing, I'm afraid you mean those who have mistakenly entered the literary world. Writing naturally requires meticulous carving, careful choice of words, non-startling words, and even creating a unique style, a tone and a text structure. It's like creating a sun. However, once this narrative state and writing are found, it is like a satellite in orbit, gliding without resistance in the boundless silver-gray space. Countless wonders and visions are coming head-on; those bright stars are strange and glowing sentences. Writing into the state of mind is the most free state; once you surprise yourself, that is to achieve the most fascinating state of writing. For a moment, floating like immortals, at will, I do not know where to start, and then I do not know why to stop. Like traveling, all happiness is in the itinerary of the mind. Isn't all this, like painting, full of accident and enjoying it? Who says writing is only a kind of spiritual self-punishment or soul-like work?
In view of this, the writing of prose essays is better than novels. There is no need to explain and explain the fictional character story, and there is no need to make the fictional one more credible than the real one. As long as the heart has the mood, the pen has the mood, the faith horse reins, takes the oar to release the boat, the random flower catkins, the wild stream rushes, a natural term. In this kind of writing, there is no need to plan the layout or think carefully. Once you start writing, you can allow the liberation and presentation of the soul. The more blank the brain, the more unexpected and amazing spirituality appears in the writing. When writing a novel, you should have a plan in mind, and an essay in prose should not be in mind. Where bamboo is born, it is born in the heart. Love is like spring rain, drenched, green branches and green leaves all emerge, therefore, through the ages, the men of famous masters, on the one hand are masterpieces, on the other is short prose; this kind of prose is lifelike and cordial, more like his person.
So I said to my friends: there are so many joys in writing, why do I give up writing and painting? Wen, what I want, painting, also what I want, why not have both, and have the best of both worlds.
Author: Feng Jicai
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