《Homeland, homesickness——Ba qiu Chinese traditional painting exhibition》
Exhibition time: 28th, August——5th, September,2016
Opening time: 3:00 p.m. 28th ,August, 2016/10/8
Organizer: Chinese culture advancement association
Undertake unit: 《Art market》art museum
Co-organizer: Beijing Ganyutangfeng culture communication co,.LTD, Chinese culture medio group 《Art market》 magazine, Beijing Jiadehua international culture co., LTD, Taiwan Xiehong industrial co., LTD, Beijing North Zen academy, Beijing Liangguan flower co., LTD
Support unit: Taizhou library federation, Taizhou newspaper group, Taizhou TV, Chaji scenic area management committee, Zhang xiong art culture co., LTD, Wuxi Hartford machinery co., LTD., Luyan tianxia wine industry group, Beijing shanglin garden, Beijing Biyadi huanyao automobile service co., LTD.
Curator: Li Xue-wei
Academic chair: Da Da-kai、 Lao pu
Mr. Ba qiu
Ba qiu, native name is Hong Dong-bing, was born in 1947 in Jiangsu province Taizhou city. Writer, calligrapher and painter. Former chairmen of Taizhou library federation. Published medium-length stories 《Water is a mirror》(Chinese library federation publishing house), by Chinese ministry of poly VIP total planning, Published personal album 《Stories of heart》(China youth press), Published personal essays 《Notes of Heji building》(Tianjin Baihua literature and art publishing house)， Published hundreds of essays in the land and province publications, ministry of culture 《Art market》 art academy painter, his works auction many time in Hongkong poly, Hongkong jiade, Beijing poly, Beijing jiade, British state Bonhams. Now he is assistant of Beijing Rongbaozhai art academy Lao pu studio, and the executive vice president of North Zen art academy.
《Familiar homeland and endless homesickness》
Text / Ba qiu
I remember when I was a child, I lived in the straw house along the river, Later, flood flooded the broken straw house, that house was fall down, and was gone. Today, I want to look for that straw house (just like air leakage around speakers), but it was impossible, the nearby buildings and traffic flow like water now, very prosperous。When I return home, stood on the bridge to see ever home occasionally, missing the past and endless homesickness.
After that, as if a long-cherished wish, and for painting, I went to an ancient Chaji in the foot of Huang mountain, it appeared the homesickness I already forgotten.
Sketching in Huangshan
In the ancient village Chaji, I can saw old horsehead walls everywhere, the stone path groaned when you stepped on it, the deep lane twists and turns, the beach full of pebble, bridges on the beach……This is very strange and long-expected scene, make my heart to shock and throb!
Those days, I like an old beetle, took an easel, curled up and waited for all days on the beach, did silent meditation or viewed the scenery, I like a stray dog, constantly walked around some strange deep lanes, looked for something touched my heart.
I was painting and listening many stories of this ancient village. The ancient village has their own history, old houses in the old streets one by one, old walls one after another, old bridges one by one, people is generation after generation, many stories ever acted or is acting here, maybe flat, maybe good, maybe interesting, maybe miserable, I explored form these old stories, absorbed spiritual nutrition, improved the fear of heart for nature, washed dust inside.
I was painting and reviewing verse of old book, I read the poetry “Leave home when I was young, come back when I was getting old, although my native accent hasn’t changed, buy my hair was white.” I read “Dew become white from tonight, moon is the brightest of the hometown”; I read “The plum tree whether flowering in the front of my window when you coming”……The poetry of ancients and my thoughts shine with the scene, make me feel sad and sorrow, turn into agitation, calm and gentle feelings gradually…….
Sketching in Huangshan
I kept painting around the ancient village, paint the green grass, white walls, black tiles and green bridge. The old wall, old door, broken bridge, wild flowers and grass, something new from vicissitudes of life, silent with dignified. The true pastoral style and simply agrestic breath, as I read the poetry, constantly moisturizes my pen, nourishes my heart, gives birth to sweet, novel, lush flowers in my heart, blooming beautiful petals, with tasty art fruits……
So, I thought it more than once, perhaps is this the afterbirth land of me with my grandparents? perhaps is this the spiritual home of the mid-career artist? Perhaps is this my soul perched land?
Sketching in Huangshan
Chaji ancient village, it constantly reminds me of homeland, and made me think about beauty of life and artistic beauty......
Written in Beijing suburbs Lang mansion Bamboo house
26th, June, 2016