magic / 魔力

為什麼從拒絕素描到迷戀速寫？這些日子以來，我常常自問，可能是我想要從天馬行空的世界抽身一陣子，再加上走到了轉型的階段，讓我想要在走上更抽象之路前，回到基本線條的訓練。

Why am I so obsessed with sketching at this moment, regardless of my total rejection of it before? These days, I've been asking myself the question. I feel the need to disappear for a while from the world of wild fantasies. It seems that I've reached another stage. I have to start from basic lines and compositions before coming up with a new, abstract style.

我忘掉年少時期在畫室裡畫蘋果的噩夢，從身邊發掘我有興趣的影像，剛開始的線條總是扭扭捏捏，有著害怕犯錯的痕跡，暖身之後，發現有些錯誤與其遮掩，不如讓它們自在地活著，速寫最令人心醉神迷的境界便是，我在速寫本上使力地來回刷著，不知不覺，所有的線條有了它們獨一無二的個性，我也不用再對照著真實的版本，因為他們不會一模一樣，誰說速寫只不過是照抄？

I leave behind the teenage nightmare of drawing apples over and over again in the studio. Instead, I look for images that interest me in the seemingly tedious daily life. In the beginning, the lines are always cautious, scattered with the traces of fear for making mistakes. After the warm-up, I realize that rather than cover the mistakes, I might as well let them live. The most ecstatic state of sketching is when I get completely carried away by drawing the lines back and forth. Without my awareness, the picture obtains its unique life. I don't even have to look at my model because they won't be the same anyway. Who said that sketching is all about copying real life line by line?

從前的我喜歡畫畫，是因為受到顏色的吸引，現在我發現線條的巨大魔力，就是單一色，也還是有深淺、光影之分，而且一樣感動人心，可以有著言語無法形容的效果，撫慰我們小小的、脆弱的靈魂。

I liked painting because I was attracted to colors. Now I've discovered the amazing magic of lines. Even in the same color, there are differences between various hues, light and shadows. They are equally moving. Our little, fragile soul is thus soothed beyond words.