CCTV has a brand column "Art Life" with the slogan "Light up life with art and warm people's hearts with emotion". In the program, artists and entertainers are often invited to tell their life experiences, their joys and sorrows, and their memories of success and failure, ups and downs and glory, which show the vicissitudes of the world, full of nostalgia and often make people sigh.
In fact, not only the artist's life experience is full of artistic charm, but everyone in life, from an artistic point of view, is also full of poetic joys and sorrows, parting sentimentality. Who hasn't had a naive dream? Who hasn't had the disillusionment of dreams? Who hasn't been as young as a flower? Who hasn't lamented that youth is gone and Fahua was born early? Everyone's body is deeply condensed with the traces left by the meat cleaver of time, and everyone's life footprint is an emotional drama.
Man is an animal seeking meaning. Because we are rational and thoughtful, we live in language and symbols all the time. We are never satisfied with the appearance of life, never satisfied with just having enough to eat and drink. We always pursue higher and deeper things, and always ask about the value and meaning of life. What are we living for?
Fundamentally speaking, art is not a means and method, but an end in itself, with ultimate significance. Art is a world outlook and values, and an angle of observation and thinking. Looking at the world and life from the artistic point of view, the world and life will have aesthetic feeling and extraordinary significance. Lighting up life with art is to affirm a miserable life through art and aesthetics and transcend nothingness and emptiness.
Today is an era of truth everywhere. Except for material and consumption desire, there are almost no standards and references, and all values are facing deconstruction and subversion. Postmodernists shouted slogans, "This is my truth, and yours?" In such an environment, even if we clearly know the satisfaction of consumption, it is only a short-term pleasure like drug abuse and we can't extricate ourselves. Behind the pleasure is the emptiness and loss of the soul. Just fulfilled Nietzsche's sentence, "God is dead, and we will face nothingness for two hundred years." Besides art, what else can we grasp? What else is there to grasp? Therefore, philosophers say that "life saves itself through art" and "art is the highest mission of life and the initial metaphysical activity of life".
Lighting up life with art lies in that art makes life a process of creation and discovery. A person's life in the world is like a bird, flying into a house and then flying out. This was originally a dark house, because with the light of art, we saw that there were bright roses, green emeralds, clean cups and water in the room. Because of the light of art, we can still find that there are so many passages leading to distant places in the room. Art, like a sacred poem, gives the world a name, so that the world can be opened before its eyes.
Lighting up life with art is also because art can help us break the spell of time. Duras famously said, "You are more beautiful now than when you were young, and I love your weather-beaten face more than you were then." It embodies the artistic vision and spirit. Without art, wrinkles are just wrinkles, but art tells us what is vicissitudes and what is beauty. Duras in her later years, with swollen face and messy hair, walked in the wind on the streets of Paris, so weak, but because of art, she made us feel a kind of sad beauty.
Lighting up life with art means going deep into life and emotion with care, love and warmth. Climb the peak of aesthetics and art on the basis of constantly seeking truth, goodness and beauty in a hurry. No matter how unpredictable the world is, no matter how shabby, desolate, bumpy and helpless it is, because the limitations and imperfections of art and life can be surpassed, we have the strength to face the sad and crying moments with a tearful smile. This is the meaning and value of art, because art, life is really worth living.
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I remember the most common dream when I was a child was flying. When I was a child, my parents were so strict that they were afraid to tell me anything sad. Only at night, a person lying quietly in bed, looking at the starry sky outside the window, will give birth to many reverie. Thinking about it, my legs jerked into the night sky. What a beautiful world this is. Can fly freely with childlike innocence. No reprimands from adults, no endless homework. The stars are winking and smiling at you, and the clouds are comforting you with gentle arms ... When you wake up in the morning, you know it's a dream. Adults say that children are growing up. I think dreams are children's art and childlike innocence's unrestrained yearning.
My parents have been in the army for decades, and the greatest pleasure is singing Beijing opera. In my spare time, I often invite a few fans to play together and sing a few paragraphs. At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, my mother, as a capitalist roader, suffered unprecedented injustice. Once, my mother was marched by rebels with slogans all day. When she got home, her eyes were straight, she ran around busy turning on the light and repeatedly said,' Dongfanghong, the sun is rising'. Our children don't know anything, they just cry and say to their mother,' Mom, what's wrong with you? "We are afraid!" . During that time, traditional Beijing opera stopped singing, and the old phonograph and records were also smashed. My father always shuts himself in his study when he is free, and calligraphy becomes the only comfort. He even made his own pen and studied ink, and I helped pull the paper. At this time, I always see a trace of kindness in my father's stern eyes. In his later years, his father couldn't go out because of asthma, and calligraphy was his favorite. Whenever friends and colleagues come to ask questions, my father always enjoys it, like an escape, so that his experience can rest in peace from the heavy and noisy body.
After I graduated from college, I went to Japan to study abroad, studying during the day and working at night. Every night, dragging my tired body, a person always likes to lie on the grass next to the house and rest for a while, thinking about his wife and family in the distance, and the pain of loneliness will climb up to his heart bit by bit, and he often can't help crying. Later, because I taught Chinese, I met an old Japanese man who had participated in the war of aggression against China. He lent me some CDs of Chopin's piano music. Every time I'm alone, I feel much better after listening to a few songs. I don't know why, it seems that there is a sound of nature, which makes the blue sky, white clouds, mountains and rivers blend into my mind carefully, making you forget yourself, life and nowhere. Once I went to visit the old man, who had passed away, leaving me only a letter, which said, "Each of us may have some kind of sin, and this sin is almost indelible. So I often use music to purify myself and stimulate my inner love. " Those CDs became his legacy to me.
My father-in-law has been engaged in dancing all his life. During the anti-rightist period, he was dismissed from the military and turned to the right. He went to the Great Northern Wilderness to reform through labor for many years with grievances, but "the clothes are getting wider and wider, and he is haggard for Iraq, with no regrets." In his later years, he became ill and wrote several plays in succession. That day, with a faint expectation, he gave my wife the last script and asked her to help him find a chance to perform it. Looking at his gray sideburns and trembling hands, his wife knew that his artistic feeling no longer catered to the trend and lacked commercial value, and it was difficult to find a performance platform, but she silently took over his notebook. Is art the realm we want to pursue all our lives, or is it a dream that we can't escape all our lives? Why is it always so close to our life and brings us so much pain and joy? Looking at my father-in-law's figure, I thought, maybe he knew that his work might never be staged again, but he still couldn't stop writing and writing. Art is the home of human free soul. There are many fetters and fetters in life that cannot be completely surpassed, and there are many emotions and ideas in life that cannot be completely suppressed. Perhaps only by igniting life with art can tiny individuals breathe freely and shine.