「宇宙来我手中啄食」取消 铅笔画 个展

这些内容不是完全的虚拟建构，也不是泛泛模糊的抽象叙事。里面的动态切实地打动过我，击穿我，支撑我，也滋养我。
站在表达者角度，感受方面的输出会优先于技巧润色后的呈现。涂画的粗糙或细腻，用作信息传递的功能其实没有什么不同，虽然很想进步，也会提醒自己不要向过于精细雕琢却失灵失真的方向偏离。感知到什么，就记录下什么。
 “他是可以很近距离被人们驻足涉猎的纸上景观，却是一个没有人能真正踏足，清透干净的非物理性空间。”这是我对自己的创造最私心的占有。不可触不可及也从不对外打开。幻想和在地生活矛盾吗？我不知道，在很长时间里，沉重的情绪可以丢在那里。基于这样的设想基底，这块幻想中的“土地”赐佑我坚实庇护，他如此广阔隽永。看见，而不接近，容纳，却不吸收，产生共振，而不联结。你知道，我们在旁观的时候，有很多视角可以捕捉，切入。在这条视线被忽略的，在另一视线里被记录和填补。尖锐的，平和的。悲愤的，喜悦的。枯萎的，丰饶的。黏稠浑浊的，生机盎然的。种种。以往我凝结的目光和幻象，好奇和天真，此刻和你共享。
伏草惟存，伏后而盈。简单的纸张，有被低估的承载力。耕造未完成，画卷先展开一点。

作者：取消
2026年立春

These works are neither entirely fictional constructions nor vague, abstract narratives. The movements within them have genuinely moved me, pierced through me, sustained me, and nourished me.

From the perspective of the one who creates, the expression of feeling takes precedence over a presentation refined through technical polish. Whether a drawing is rough or delicate makes little difference in its function as a means of communication. Though I am eager to improve, I also remind myself not to stray toward a kind of excessive refinement that ultimately loses its vitality and authenticity. Whatever I perceive, I record.

“It is a landscape on paper that people can linger over and explore at close range, yet it is also a clear, immaculate, non-physical space that no one can ever truly enter.” This is the most private sense of possession I hold over my own creations. It is untouchable and inaccessible, and never opens itself to the outside world.

Are fantasy and life in the here and now at odds with one another? I do not know. For a long time, I have been able to leave my heavier emotions there. Built upon this imagined foundation, this fantastical “land” has granted me a solid refuge. It is vast and enduring.

To see, without approaching. To contain, without absorbing. To resonate, without connecting.

You know, when we observe from a distance, there are many perspectives from which to capture and enter a scene. What goes unnoticed along one line of sight is recorded and filled in by another. The sharp and the gentle. The sorrowful and indignant, the joyful. The withered and the abundant. The viscous and murky, the teeming with life. And so on.

The gazes and visions I have gathered over time, my curiosity and innocence — at this moment, I share them with you.

Beneath the grass, only traces remain; after lying low, fullness emerges.

A simple sheet of paper possesses a capacity to hold far more than it is given credit for. The cultivation remains unfinished; the scroll has merely begun to unfurl.

Author: 取消

Beginning of Spring, 2026