The story is actually two images printed in my mind.
Zhong Shuheng, originally high flyers in my class, has a good sense of color, solid modeling skills, pure taste in paintings, pure personality and simplicity. Although the painting is as it is, there are many examples in reality where the painting does not match the characters, because life is too complicated. Zhong Shuheng later became my only graduate student, as if she were an only child. During my postgraduate years, I didn't actually teach her any technical secrets, but set an example. She has more opportunities to contact me, so she can show me her works at any time and listen to my accusations. I always criticize more than encourage, so I am not a good teacher. But she knows me better than I do, and my understanding of her is only partial to her paintings. She wrote a short essay "My Teacher Wu Guanzhong", saying that I am a person with absolutely exposed feelings, and my blood can't bear the intensity of feelings. I don't know how I would live without paintings to share ... this is the general idea I remember, and I was shocked at that time. She is gentle on the surface and sees through her mentor. Yu Feng read this article and praised me for having a female disciple who is a bosom friend.
I hear a lot of praise every time I paint, which doesn't count. I want to show it to people of insight, friends and students who tell the truth, such as Joe and Li Fuyuan. The first one is Zhong Shuheng.
Zhong Shuheng has a lover, Liu Jude. Although Liu Jude is also a student of the Central Academy of Arts and Crafts, she has never contacted me. I don't know. Zhong Shuheng infected Liu Jude with all my opinions, words and deeds, and Liu Jude was deeply troubled by me, even more than Zhong Shuheng. It's like Zhong Shuheng's nepotism pulling Liu Jude into my art house. He is sensitive, sensitive and affectionate, which is not obvious from his tall, strong and clumsy surface. Compared with Liu Jude, Zhong Shuheng's talent is not as vivid as his.
Later, Zhong Shuheng concentrated on learning English and did some translation work. In addition, due to the heavy schoolwork and few paintings, she is strict with her works and never shoddy. She knows too much, but it is difficult to produce it. On the other hand, Liu Jude seized all the time to paint silently. Roots spread in the soil, and the branches and leaves on the ground are bound to flourish day by day. The painter and his wife provide nutrition for each other at home. They take care of each other and blindly water their extremely difficult-to-grow varieties. But they ignore the outside world, where self-expression and boasting are the only things they can see. They should attend more exhibitions. I'm worried that their arrogant words and deeds will affect their foreign activities. They are too young to live in seclusion in the mountains.
After Liu Jude became the vice president of Tsinghua University Academy of Fine Arts, he was like an old ox, busy with teaching and complicated affairs every day. As we all know, Liu Jude has devoted almost his whole life. When he got home late at night, he was too tired to go to bed at once and went out early the next morning. He has no time to discuss with Zhong Shuheng. He talked to me about something on the phone. I told Zhong Shuheng his opinion, but Jason Chung was at a loss. Zhong Shuheng undertook all the housework. She is a teacher, a housewife and a part-time painter. In this case, they can even take the time to create a small number of good works. They often ask to see me, but I always refuse, not refuse. I really regret their time.
God may not give them great responsibility, but it will hurt their hearts and hit their lives first. Their beloved son, who was studying in America, died in a car accident. I told Liu Jude that I was afraid that Zhong Shuheng couldn't stand it because she was in poor health. Zhong Shuheng said that although Liu Jude is a strong man, his feelings are actually more fragile. They finally endured the disaster of the sky falling apart, until today. I hope that art, only art, can save a hard life, a suffering soul and a pair of pure souls that I deeply understand. Readers go to the works to appreciate these beautiful hearts!
In July 2004, when I was in the hospital, I remembered that Liu Jude and Zhong Shuheng would be invited to participate in the joint exhibition when the new Guilin Art Museum opened. I remember it was in July, but I don't know the exact date I leaned back on the sofa, used a piece of paper posted on the back of the magazine as manuscript paper, and wrote this short article with trembling hands. Liu Jude and Zhong Shuheng repeatedly asked to visit me in the hospital. They live in Tsinghua, which is too far away. I refused. Today, I asked them to pick up the manuscript, so I called home and asked Yi Ding to inform them to come to the hospital, but my phone was turned off. I have Zhao Shiying's phone number at hand, so I asked Zhao Shiying to inform Liu Jude or inform Yi Ding to tell him that I agree with Zhao Shiying and his wife to come to the hospital immediately, and they should have a look at the draft first. Yi Ding dialed Liu Jude's mobile phone. He and Jason Chung have arrived in Guilin, and the exhibition will open in two days. He asked Yi Ding what had happened, but Yi Ding didn't say anything. He didn't know about the manuscript and thought he just invited them to see me. My family told me to have a good rest and wouldn't let me write. Liu Jude and Zhong Shuheng never asked me to inscribe, sign and take photos, never did anything with my "cover", and never asked me to write articles for them. Follow closely in time