[2012-10-27 7:56:40]

Talking to Myself  Lan Chunlei’s Solo Exhibition

前言－程小蓓Preface - Cheng Xiaobei

蓝春雷的作品有一种文人气质，超然象外，但义能独立、和谐统一，蕴含一种寺庙后山的松柏之香。

Lan’s works have an unique quality belongs to traditional intellects which is beyond the earthly figures but still can emerging into the background of daily life. Just like the smell of pine trees behind a Buddhist temple.

我去过他在南宁的工作室，一个老社区的一个小二居室。外面是商店、菜市场丰富的生活场景，单元门楼前是退休工人们四处活动的人间气息。但是，一进蓝春雷的工作室，一股笔墨之香、一眼空灵清净的画幅，立即将我抽离出凡俗之境。蓝春雷的画是一种自在的状态，那似是随意的一笔圆圈，那大胆运用的空白，以及他想与当下联系起来的数码处理……都让我脱离凡俗进入穿越状态。似与石涛、吴贯中……同一时空，静坐茶房，品清茶一杯。听蓝春雷“自言自语”如古琴幽悠、如竹林深处一絮清烟。

I have been to his studio in Nanning, a small two-bedroom apartment inside an outdated community. Outside of his apartment is full of small grocery stores and a big food market, this is a place been surrounded by the fragrance of daily life. Just around the corner of the cell gate of his apartment is a chess & poker room for retired people. But as soon as I entered his studio, the aroma of ink and papers, the view of a peaceful and immaculate painting, instantly took me into a heavenly place. Lan’s paintings is a state of self-preserving which seems like a causal brush and blank in the painting and the digitalization which he used to make the connection between contemporary era and the past. All of which leads me having a feeling of living in ancient time. As I am enjoying tea with Shi Tao and Wu Guanzhong, etc. Listen to Lan Chunlei talking to himself is as pleasant as walking down a path in a bamboo grove where you can distantly hear a vague sound of music from a Guqin.

我还希望看到他所擅长的数码平面设计与他水墨更有意味的结合品，他目前的尝试还没有让我感到陌生或审美情感的预期。但值得期待。

I also want to see his works which combine digital planar design and ink painting, his current efforts still did not meet my expectation, but his future works are worth waiting.

含虚照自然54x48cm纸本水墨.

走向内心的独白

一行诗在上面. 

空山无人风过风读.

明明之三.

船子和尚诗偈54x48cm纸本水墨.

相视无语.

数码作品 －110x150cm歪曲成为真实之二

 也许是你110x110cm-.

数码与水墨 

蓝春雷水墨展自述

一年以后的现在，我一个人坐在北京上苑艺术馆里最边远一角，也是艺术馆里最最安静的工作室里，回想起去年的这个时候，程老师、黄姐姐、林姐姐一起到我南宁的工作室的情景，时间和地点的交错，恍如梦境。

南宁的工作室是在一个安静的居民小区里，那是个平民生活化、平淡的一个环境；一个小公园，老人们在那里纳凉、聊天、下棋、打太极、跳舞、唱歌，有拉二胡，也有拉小提琴的… ，嗷嗷学步的小孩踉踉跄跄在周围乱转，大人则目不转睛的跟在后面，小学生一脸稚气，书摊在石桌上写作业… 。一个小市场，这个小区的日常生活用品都可以在这里解决了，老板、小贩们和他们的顾客之间都是左邻右里，叫喊声和欢笑声就像空气一样自然，彼此之间非常融洽，很难听到厉喝叱骂那样的声音，一片祥和。

轰轰轰… ，飞机的声音轻轻地从远出飘来，又轻轻地飘走，没有一丝云彩的蓝天，空空如也，阳光从窗口探进来，罩着我的书桌；窗外，暖暖地阳光照在已经停止疯狂乱长的植物上，逆光看去，绿的、黄的、红的、紫的… 植物通透明亮，微风把它们显得悠闲自得，小枝小叶轻轻摆动，更多的是寂然不动，象老人慈祥的看着自己的孩子；两只黄色小蝴蝶嬉戏追逐，偶尔有几声不知名的鸟叫声响起；除此之外，就是安静，只有安静，安安静静的安静——这是上苑艺术馆，这是一个没有丝毫浮躁喧嚣的尘埃，一个与世隔绝的世外桃源。

安静平复了我的一切，宁静让我听到了自己的心跳声。多年来，我习惯了独自一个人倾谈。在这里，我听到了我内心更深出的呢喃，更细微的言语，这是一个人的孤独，孤独是生命的根蒂，孤独是灵魂的本质，孤独揭示出我存在的意义；我享受着它，占有它，它也在安抚着我，占有我，伴随我。它看着我通过纸，通过墨，通过水，通过上苑这个宁静环境的气息把它表现出来，它布满了我房子的每个空间，在墙上，在地上，在空气里，我们互相渗透着，它时时刻刻看着我，我时时刻刻读着它，我们相互交流，我就是它，它就是我的一切。

感谢上苑艺术馆，感谢程老师，黄姐姐、林姐姐，让我在这一年的时间刻度里，让我平静地看到了我自己，观照我自己，让我清澈的学会了倾听，学会了诉说，我想在这样的一个环境里，把我这些自言自语的内心独白呈现出来，这，就是我这一年在上苑艺术馆的心迹。

Talking to Myself

Lan Chunlei Ink Exhibition readme

Now, a year later, I sit in Beijing on Yuan Museum of Art, the most remote corner of the Museum of Art is the most quiet studio, and think back to this time last year, Cheng, teacher, sister, Lin sister together to I Nanning studio scene, time and place of the staggered, seems like a dream.

The Nanning studio is in a quiet residential area, it is a civilian life, plain environment; a small park, the old people there to enjoy the cool air, chatting, playing chess, tai chi, dancing, singing, erhu, the violin ... Aoao toddler stumbled around parades around adults intently followed, pupils childish bookstall in the stone table doing their homework ... A small market, the daily necessities of the district can be resolved here, boss, hawkers and their customers are their neighbors, the shouts and laughter as natural as air is very harmonious with each other hard to hear Li He curse as the voice of a peaceful.

Hong Honghong ... the sound of the plane gently floated from far out, and gently drift away, not a cloud in the blue sky, empty probe came in from the window, the sun, covered my desk; window, warm in the sun shines plant has stopped the crazy chaos long, backlit looked green, yellow, red, purple ... plant transparent and bright, the breeze they seem leisurely contentment, sprig the lobular gently swinging, is silenced action, like the elderly and kind of watching their children; two small yellow butterflies play chase, and occasionally a few unknown birds rang; addition, is quiet, only quiet quiet quiet - This is on Yuan Museum of Art, this is a no slightest impetuous hustle and bustle of the dust, a secluded hideaway.

Quiet, peaceful restored my quiet I hear the sound of your own heartbeat. Over the years, I used to own a person to talk to. Here, I hear the whisper of my heart deeper, more subtle words, this is a lonely, lonely life pedicle, loneliness is the essence of the soul alone reveals the meaning of my existence; I enjoy it , occupy it, it also appease my possession I accompany me. It looked at my paper through the ink through the water, by the Court in this tranquil environment atmosphere it manifested, it covered every space in my house, on the wall, on the ground, in the air, we are each other penetration, it is always looking at me, I’m always reading it, we exchange, I was it, it is my everything.

Yuan Museum of Art on the thank, thank-way teacher, sister Huang Lin sister, let me time scale in this year, so I quietly see myself, contemplation of my own, so I learned to listen to the clear, learned tell, I think that in such an environment, the heart of these himself monologue presented, this is the year on the Court Museum of Art’s minds.

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