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One Fleeting Day of Artist Hou Xiaoxiao
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By Feng Hejing and photographed by Hou Shixiao

 

The endless ocean has endless blue.

 

A good morning is genuinely good because it is long enough like a broad white paper that one can paint freely with a brush and paints in one's hands, and paint at one's own pace in one's own way.

 

One philosopher once said, "In our age of mediocrity, vulnerability and romance are the only dignities."

 

Oh! Ocean, you are marvelous. The tide falls and rises, and nature is eternal.

 

There is a song called Restless Heart, and Jiang Yuheng's warm voice touched many people.

 

Xiaoxiao said, "I want to be a traveler because my heart is restless and longs the afar. Life is a journey, I am not only a traveler, and sometimes I am just an observer. Experiencing, observing, and feeling with my heart, but I will not linger in any past."

 

The Analects of Confucius: Zihan recorded a touching verse that once Confucius stood by a river and said, "Everything flows like this, without ceasing, day and night."

 

Xiaoxiao said, "life is a kaleidoscope with various happiness and sadness, and matters that surfaced then were buried."

 










Life is a big stage, and modern people wear various masks. No one knows other people's true feelings, even face to face. The mask can cover one's lust as well as conscience and unwilling expressions. There is a four-letter word in Chinese means cleanse oneself of life, and she really likes it.

 

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:

Petals on a wet, black bough.

——In a Station of the Metro By Ezra Pound

 

Xiaoxiao said, "the whole era is barren and noisy, and time is wrecking……"

 

She hopes the civilization will shine in front of her eyes, even for an instant moment, before it sublimated or become foppish.

 

Xiaoxiao said, "I often think about our thousands of years of history, which is magnificent, worth bragging about and as bright as gold. We have been reading it from school books ever since we were kids, and the elders would talk about this long and boring story repeatedly. It is still occupying a big part of me and people who are younger than me."

 

Oh, the long and weighty history!

 

But she still likes this feeling because looking back at the ancestors' glories got she all wound up and energetic.

Rebuilt! Rebuilt! Rebuilding the dream she had as a child. Looking back now, she felt so sad because growing up has to go through many setbacks, and she can always hear the sound of glass and dream breaking into pieces. She missed the worry-free childhood, idle times, big dreams, dreamy romance, and heroic spirit.

 

Today, Xiaoxiao thought about buying a mountain on the rooftop of the old house.







Xiaoxiao works during exploration and explores during work.

 

"Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident anticipation that lilies will reward his labor." ——Somerset Maugham, The Moon, and Sixpence.

 

Xiaoxiao said that she likes this pair of mittens that can not be cut into pieces, and she could create a world with them.

 

Dreams are like flowers, and flowers are like dreams. Xiaoxiao is dreaming among flowers.

 

Lead me from unreal to the real,

Lead me from darkness to light,

And lead me from the fear of death to the knowledge of immortality.

         —— Upanishads

 

There are fewer beasts in the mountain for the last few years, but more city people. Where the beasts in the forest go? They all become people in the city. Xiaoxiao is afraid of living in the city, so she wants to move to the wild because her heart would be calm even if she lived beside a cliff.

 

Go into nature; let's set our inner desires free like fire.

 

Xiaoxiao said, "I have many creative ideas every day, but I don't want to act on any of it. This is how I create. I want time to go slowly; built a small shed in the mountains; have two sheep, a few chickens; plant sweet potatoes, corns, and pumpkins."

 

The mind is cruel and cold, even at noon. Many thinkers have become their minds' martyrs; their skins were peeled off and made into drums.

 

Xiaoxiao said, "I don't want to be heroes who are pioneers; however, I don't want to die in silence. The road of art is narrow and long. I wish to open a window, a window of my soul."

 

Though Xiaoxiao stood beside the Statue of Liberty, she doesn't feel free. Her inner world can not be exposed to the sunlight like the statue. She fears that many of her thoughts would be misunderstood, twisted, and attract all kinds of rumors.

 

The universe is a mixture of opacity and clarity, and the sky and earth are night merged with the day. In the nights with a bright moon and cool breeze, she often speaks with her shadow. That's when her surface self and subsurface self becomes one whole person.

 

True salvation.

It's not a victory after a fight.

But while suffering.

Find the strength to live and peace of mind.

——Albert Camus

 

Who are you? Who am I? Where are we from? Where are we going? Paint! Paint!

 

Matisse said, "My paint can restrain your irritation."

Giacometti said, "I depict the lonely existence of human beings."

Nara Michiru said, "When I'm sad, it's like I'm calling your name."

Yayoi Kusama, "Do you understand my polka dots?"

 

Who are you? Who am I? Where are we from? Where are we going?

 

There are so many strange ideas; no wonder Zhuangzi can't tell the difference between the butterfly and himself.

 

Xiaoxiao said, "I transform in the night into butterfly, light, everything bright or dark, dangerous and sexy. Sometimes, I want to fly like a birdman, fly across the ocean and sky. Sometimes I want to be as simple as cats, dogs, and monkeys and swim like dolphins with my eyes closed."

 






What is the poem and afar? A lonely heart is always on the road.

 

Give flowers to ourselves who are gold-plated.

 

Colorful life and the color of life. The prosperity of Buddha's country is dreamingly peaceful.

 

What's the ultimate purpose of life?

 

Jobs said, "I would trade all of my technology for an afternoon with Socrates."

 

The day is getting dark, and where will your heart dwell? I stayed awake alone for many nights. Every man is a lonely island, and one should write a song to praise their life. Only a great soul feels lonely. Xiaoxiao is proud of her sobriety.

 

Xiaoxiao said she likes the first epigraph of Eliot's The Waste Land when the boys saw Sibyl in the cage and said to her, "Sibyl, what do you want?" She answered, "I want to die." But she prefers these two lines from Dante's Divine Comedy: From that holiest wave, I now returned to Beatrice; remade, as new trees are renewed when they bring forth new boughs, I was pure and prepared to climb unto the stars.

 

The dream of flying flowers and practical reality. Xiaoxiao's day ends here.




There is a road that no one has walked on it, and no one knows where it leads. However, the road is straight, and Xiaoxiao is driving straight ahead. She doesn't plan for tomorrow. Only gods and the unknown knows how tomorrow start.

 

The sea

Smiles from far off.

 

This is the most beautiful line of Federico Garcia Lorca's The Seawater Ballad.

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