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The abandoned bustling wind was disturbed3

39 x 54 cm780 $

This painting was created in 2024. The colors of this year are still bright but not dazzling. I have gradually found a balance point among the bright colors.

 

A typhoon passed through and there were intermittent strong winds and heavy rain for several days. Typhoon is the temperament of nature. The quarrels and threats of human beings, the manic roar of machines, the passing of time on the pointer, the crying and laughing of new life, the crying and laughing of death... The human voice becomes dead silence in front of the natural voice. At this time, people will suddenly hear the voice in their own hearts, feel lonely, and are frightened and helpless.

 


Overall Size: /
Size without the frame: 39 x 54 cm
Country: China
Date: 2024
Materials: Acrylic paint on paper
Condition: well preserved

 

Creative themes and style |   My works revolve around the creative concept of  "The land of humanity, People on the land". The people in the painting are people in nature, and the lines, shapes, and colors are close to nature. The nature in the painting is nature in the eyes of humans, existing in interaction with humans.I don’t pursue a series of works with a fixed and continuous style. I hope that the style of the pictures will synchronize with the changes in my life and always remain oscillating. The performance of the work must be in sync with the development of one's own life in order to be Sincere and powerful. Ideas are later.

 

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Abandoned Wind unfolds a speculative landscape of “disappearance” through withered imagery, carving out a sharper lens to gaze into life’s essence within the nostalgic inertia of narrative. In the painting, the wilted flower, wrinkled fabric, and hazy, twilight - like background together form a realm gnawed by time. The word “abandoned” breaks free from simplistic interrogation, becoming a subtle footnote to life’s cycle — withering is no grand finale, but a prelude for blooming to restart in another form.

In crafting the visual language, the collision of colors escapes the shallow trap of “atmosphere - building”. The warm - hued flower and fabric, hemmed in by the cold - gray backdrop, burst forth with antagonistic aesthetic tension. The symbolic label of the flower’s “tenacity” gets dismantled and reimagined; wiltedness isn’t a prop for a melodramatic show, but an introverted pooling of life’s energy. The petal folds cling to the residual heat of full bloom, and within the withered stance, a still glimmer of the next sprouting lies in wait. This reshaping of withering abandons cheap optimism, confronting the raw life cycle of “blooming - withering - rebirth” head - on, turning wilt into a portal to glimpse life’s very core.

The pairing of fabric and flower avoids the pitfall of decorative symbolism, gaining a dynamic soul thanks to the wind’s intervention. The wind’s traces solidify into the fabric’s folds, yet retain the pulse of free will — the wind’s wildness lurks in those creases, a tangible echo of life’s inherent uncertainty. Here, art shows reverence for chaos: it doesn’t water down disappearance’s complexity with saccharine “romantic whispers”, but lets “abandonment” become a channel to probe life’s essence. Amid the withered folds, one can tune into the polyphonic roar of life, sensing the dialectical dance between disappearance and renewal.

When creation faces the real heft of withering, shaking off the flimsy veneer of “gentle caresses”, Abandoned Wind breaks free from the confinement of trite emotional sketches. It stares down the harsh question of “why abandon”, yet dissolves heaviness with the philosophy of life’s cycle — what’s cast aside is never beauty itself, but the natural rhythm of life’s constant renewal. Art becomes a sharp blade slicing through pseudo - nostalgia, guiding us to discern life’s authentic resilience in those withered folds: Disappearance is no end, but a prelude to the next bloom. Each fold, ruffled by the wind, holds a hidden code to life’s restart.
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