Release time: 2017.02.15 release source: Sina collection
He stood at the window for a while, the spring sun came in and sat down for a long time. The wind was warm and came and went.
The wind has gone and come here again. Orchid on the window sill stretched leaves like cut, look it carefully, is a branch of flower hidden in leaves, pink and fresh.
Yukong ·Wang Ming │Orchid │ 69x45cm │ink on paper │ 2014
Yukong’s orchid works, more than one stroke too much, lack of one stroke too less, everything just fine, natural.
Like the wind shear, but do not cut the wide sleeves, but also refers to hairspring can’t grasp of the sunshine, this afternoon is not hostile.
The wind, has occasionally got up, carry off all that one looking for a piece of memory, half a piece of sunshine from the silhouette, falls on a blank paper on the desk, wanton dancing ink of early spring scenery, it turns to be framed for second people to see.
Yukong re-color flower and bird painting, extreme colors, create an atmosphere of innovation
A little red light of electric kettle, Yin and Yang, but also add the spring vitality, the water is boiling, spout floating with water vapour, love it more like smoke, the sun shine on them, like the world love, rising up slowly, or stopped rising up, look at it for a long time, is about to feel forgotten all this.
Yukong ·Wang Ming | Brilliant 12 | 69x69cm│ink on paper | 2016
He wants to drink tea, when he in such a mood.
Chinese medicine said, bogey tea. He brushed his hand, a rare good humor, in such an afternoon. Family members are outings, surprisingly quiet, can hear the "orchid figures" moving on the paper, stare eyes, whisper in the heart.
He suddenly wanted to sing a Xiqianying of Peony Pavilion, sure, singing, in his heart.
Yukong ·Wang Ming | Peony | 69x69cm│color ink on paper | 2015
Get up, boil water, close to the tea set, with a thin layer of dust, lifting pot watering, hot air rising, everything is alive again. I don't know her, she......
She, an old person who did not expect to arrive, he wanted to drink tea. He thought of her and wanted to have tea no reservation required. Does she think of the sweet smell of walking?
The south of the Yangtze River is the green land of Yunkong’s heart
She said, "tea set, you take it away, you have touched it, and accompany you." Give it more warmth, must be in the end. He replied, "sure, a lifetime."
A cup of tea is made up of tea sets and tea, which is three year olds children can understand, but three year olds children do not understand the story behind tea and tea sets.
Yukong ·Wang Ming | With bamboo series | 138x34cm x6│ink on paper | 2016
In the night, the family members do not like tea, and he does not want them to like. He alone at night or just love the study or paint, make tea with the tea set, a person with a moment of silence.
Many rolls on the desk, brush and ink are cold, the pot of heat gave him a lot of warmth, like holding another self, or a relative warmth sober memory of her. "But at night, a glass is really deserted," he thought.
Yukong’s work derivative – couple cup
Boiling water washed, two small white porcelain cups dependent serene, and with water, waiting for something.
A little purple clay teapot, wearing a red rope, wake up with excitement, run out for sucking tea-seed oil, her face smiled, as if just jump on a dusty tea. He stretched out his hand and touched another little pot, tiny sweat in his hands, simply orchid sprout again, carving "secluded orchid" two words with spring in the heart.
Yukong ·Wang Ming | Crabs 3 | 180x97cm│ink on paper | 2016
Fly like a slender hand, clever in core LAN, from the "tea pot not" scooped the breakdown of tea, meditation, and pouring water, wash the tea kettle...... Tea grains dance happily.
Smiling, she pointed white porcelain cup, a lake of clear amber, his eyes closed lip, fragrant juice slowly along the throat, like an imperial decree and the viscera all kneel
Yukong ·Wang Ming | Ask flowers 194 | 69x69cm │color on paper | 2017
"Body like butterfly dancing, flying over the green water, fly to the courtyard to the depths of heart will face jade......."
Yukong’s work derivative -- scarve
Blowing dust back to the sky, leaving her, drank so many years of rules, cold and shade, only know.
What do you ask for when you are old? Just one day again and she drank a little tea, spring sunshine, like one or two pieces of tea history, tea together several personnel, or what the past want to drink tea in front of the same, with prime core orchid fingers global method, no regret, rejoice rejoice.
Yukong ·Wang Ming | Lotus pond│ 69x45cm │ ink on paper | 2014
If one day, in the face of tea, even her past also remember, that is who help him cut the head of the barren, if someone gets back.
Leaning against the window, he rose with a vague sense of joy and saw someone turning in the downstairs.
Yukong ·Wang Ming
Painter Yukong, whose real name is Wang Ming, China Architectural Institute senior architect, China Interior Designer Society member, member of China Advertising Association; director of China International Painting and Calligraphy Masters Association, Chinese Artists Association of Jiangsu branch member, creative researcher of Tsinghua University Academy of Fine Arts.