川西夏夜

(MS Paint, Mouse, 1997)

我读高中的时候，中国还没有“打游戏”和“泡妞”一类的词汇。课外时间，我一小半在打球，一小半在郊外写生。所以对川西壩子的感情，还是很深的。

出国后，就再没有见过春天的菜花地，夏天的秧田。偶尔回国，好象也没有在合适的季节。月光倒影、蛙声虫鸣还是只有记忆中才有。

当学生时，有一次在纽约买回几张Meditation CD。以为可以靠技术回归自然。结果发现欺骗自己也不是一件容易的事情。

离开学校后，做白日梦的时间几乎是没有了。偶尔在计算机上涂涂画画，留下些远远的印象，也算是画饼充饥。

这幅画的是川西丘陵常见的夏夜明月。禾田晚风，寂山静水，总是容易让人沉醉。每次看着这样的画面，都能带回不少回忆，觉得虫叫蛙鸣中，月光还停在自己脸上。。。

Summer Moonlight in Sichuan

When I was in high school, China was near the end of its chaos. There was no sight of future education or career for kids like me yet. I spent most of my after school hours either painting or playing basketball. I often wondered around rice fields, small rivers, and short hills in the suburbs of Chengdu alone doing sketches and water colors.

After China came back to its feet, I went to college and later moved to the US. Still afraid of political repercussions, I studied science in college instead of arts. Painting and nature seemed a past story to me.

One day when stroking through a bookstore in New York, I bought some meditation CDs of recorded sounds from the nature: frogs, birds, creeks... I thought it would bring me closer to the part of life that I had missed for so long.

Soon I found the true effect of high tech - they made me feel sorry for myself. I can't remember when the last time was that I was within a picture like this.

I drew this one to capture the moonlight that I used to see a lot in Sichuan. Whenever I look at it, I could hear the sound of the summer night and fell the moonlight's caress over my face again and again.