Ink Painting Spirit And Ink Of The Contemporary Performance

This world is made up of 2 colours.Everything that you see in this planet is because of the light. Light can be divided into infrared,ultraviolet,radioactive,visible,etc. The truth is we see nothing without visible rays. Every object reflect visible rays into our eyes, judging by the reflection wavelength,then we know which colour.Each of colour is the reflection of visible light. In other words,without visible light we can’t see the red sky or the golden sea. Visible colours means reality.There is an another colour calf memory, through unconscious inference to obtain the cognitive of colour. Bananas, for example,there are many colours on the surface, we call it yellow, yellow banana is the result of the memory. In our memory, our conscious tend to emphasize the main colour,bright colour will be brighter.deep colour will be deeper. In memory, the pain is always more painful,the beauty is always more beautiful. Like those hit news will fade eventually Truth will be fuzzy, memory cant be record in mind,it is dynamic. When those memories collision with time.green even more green.All these make me wonder:are we fooled by the visible light.unable to see the true colour of the world?Or the memory colour make us delusional.think that what we see is what we get?Our brain is not like recorder,record can last forever, we can’t easily delete anything that we want. If possible, the record is base on the illusion of the memory,how do we know what is real?0 and 1 are just simply integers, but there are infinite decimal between them.Comparing with the common method of painting, i keep focus on dyeing paintin.Through the transparent silk, those colours and shapes after dyeing. I want to see the collision between memory and recorder. It is totally different with simple mix colours or shape it, it’s not a "painting", it’s "dyeing".One day, i don’t know when or where,just got a bruise on my body. It tortured me,i couldn’t help to look at it dozens of times during day and night. I still feel it when i fall asleep.As time 9oes on,it’s own colour and shape seem have changed,ugly,but still, extremely feaytiful colour is in perfect harmony.The bruises never be the dyeing colour on the skin, it’s red blood under behind. Even the colour will disappear eventually,but the memory of pain is still remain.