山鱼/CHAO
Broken vase acrylic on canvas, 80cm x 80cm 2017
The vase where this verbena is dying
was cracked by a blow from a fan.
It must have barely brushed it,
for it made no sound.
But the slight wound,
biting into the crystal day by day,
surely, invisibly crept
slowly all around it.
The clear water leaked out drop by drop.
The flowers' sap was exhausted.
Still no one suspected anything.
Don't touch! It's broken.
Thus often does the hand we love,
barely touching the heart, wound it.
Then the heart cracks by itself
and the flower of its love dies.
Still intact in the eyes of the world,
it feels its wound, narrow and deep,
grow and softly cry.
It's broken. Don't touch!
Sully Prudhomme
(1839-1907)
This poem is my source of inspiration.The fan gently shattered the vase with a crack, and as time lost, the water in the vase disappeared from the cracks and disappeared in the carpet. When the water in the vase disappears, the flowers withered and the dinette is broken.
But when all this happens, no one knows why. Because the damage is too weak. But the time will put these minor injuries to enlarge.
The women's eyes of the painting are covered with gauze, she can not see the loss of water, but her feet can feel the drop of water droplets. I want to express the fragility of the relationship between people through this pair of paintings. We always ignore those minor injuries, that these injuries are not serious, but the amount will lead to qualitative change. Do not wait until the hurt can not be saved，then realize that we are wrong.