Master Bingqi, a famous calligrapher and painter, was fortunate enough to visit the master at his home. I wanted to record it with a long-lasting uneasy feeling. However, I don’t dare to write, fearing that my poor and delicate pen will not be able to express the torrent that the master has surged in my heart. It is only the first fate, and I am even more timid to express his thick words written in calligraphy and painting. Picture life.
I have never studied painting and I don’t know how to paint. Just through the senses, the colors, the ink and the light and dark, I am in awe of culture, art, and even more awe of the master's life of continuous progress and struggle.
Li Bingqi was born in Weifang, Shandong in 1947. He studied under Liu Boshu and Xu Linlu and is good at flower and bird paper and ink. Painter of the Chinese Painting Research Institute. In 1993, he was elected as the president of the Chinese Finger Painting Society. He is currently the president of the American Eastern and Western Art Society, the vice president of the China-American Artists Association, the vice president of the Chinese Modern Artists Association, the vice president of the American International Artists Association, and the vice president of the California Academy of Calligraphy and Painting. , gave lectures and held art exhibitions in 14 countries including Germany and Switzerland. His works won Chinese and international awards. In 1998, he won the gold medal in the "World Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition" organized by the Ministry of Culture, China Artists Association, and Chinese Calligraphy Association. , was selected into the Cambridge Who's Who in the World in the UK in 1995. In 1997, he settled in the United States and was selected into the Who's Who in the World in the United States.
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He has too many titles and auras, and the screen is not enough to load and display them. I can only remember them with wonder and look up to them with mountains.
Master Bingqi now lives in his hometown of Fangzifangci Town. It's only a short drive of more than ten kilometers from the city.
The small town of Fangci is located in the old district of Fangzi. It was once a German and Japanese colony. There are still a large number of German and Japanese buildings left. Every building is a treasure and has the characteristics of a world heritage. This building The group was once a complete colonial system, with German headquarters, schools, hospitals, stations, coal mines, churches and generals' villas. He is an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, experienced prosperity and decline, witnessed history, and has great historical and cultural value.
After passing through these architectural ruins and a few narrow alleys, the master's house is hidden among old bungalows and low-rise buildings. It is also a century-old building, a two-story red brick building.
On an afternoon in early March, we came to this century-old building. From the broad, bustling main road in the city to turning into this lonely and dilapidated alley in the old district, it seems that what separates us is not the geographical location, but the prosperity and desolation. The master chose to live here just for this tranquility. Be close to history and live in peace and tranquility.
There is a small, square plaque hanging on the red brick wall at the door, which reads "Bingqi Bookstore". Friends who arrived early opened the door for us. It might be the back door. As soon as we entered, there was a staircase on the right. Although it was not a sunny afternoon, the moment we entered the door, the sense of age of the old house was immediately revealed in front of us. The stairs are a bit narrow and steep. When I step on them, the "dong dong" footsteps seem to come from far underground. It is a bit desolate and a bit friendly. I have a premonition that at some moment, she will use her again in the old house. The magic brought me back bit by bit.
Up to the second floor, Master Bingqi has greeted us at the door of the studio on the left. The seventy-four-year-old master has silver hair hanging down his shoulders. Although his body has lost his straightness, he is still in good spirits. When I came with surprise and admiration, I didn’t know what to say when I met.
The master is sitting on a large and wide chair with a small table, electric stove, silver pot and tea sets. He chatted with us sincerely and simply, like an uncle next door or an ordinary teacher, making us feel completely free from restraint. After talking, we visited his studio.
When I turned my head, I looked carefully at this long studio. People who know how to paint may be attracted by the pots and pans, colorful watercolors and large and small paintings on the walls. But I feel that time seems to have led me to the Ming and Qing Dynasties or the Republic of China.
The old wooden doors carved like New Year pictures, the tables and chairs that have lost their luster but have become increasingly old and heavy, and the chopping boards that have exquisite hollow carvings but lost their flatness, I caressed these traces left by time. The old objects moved forward step by step. If it weren't for the blooming winter jasmine on the window, which was light yellow, delicate and full of life, and a set of later modified radiators standing on the wall, I don't know where I would have gone, just like A tunnel, long and deep, with no exit, but my eyes couldn't help but feel warm and moist.
The studio is full of books, scrolls, bottles, stones, and basins; they are placed, hung, and standing. Because I am studying calligraphy now, I especially saw those carved seals stained by ink and dye. I really wanted to clean them for the master, and then put them in my hands to consider and appreciate them one by one~
Walk slowly Return to the master. Our request for photos and group photos was happily met. In front of the master is a tall dragon blood tree. A friend said that he bought it with the master. The trunk is twisted, thick, and cracked, but the branches are lush and green. I feel that this tree is perfectly placed here.
I have always been in awe of art, but I am also full of mystery and confusion about artists. But at this moment, I clearly feel that the famous painter in front of me, who is well-known at home and abroad, is clearly a kind old man, a kind elder.
A lively cat is always jumping around happily in the room, lying on the ground and on the table for a while, but I feel that it prefers to lie in front of the master. Curling up comfortably in a ball, squinting its eyes, and purring regularly from inside its body, this is the most comfortable and relaxed state for a cat. The master's hand gently stroked it from its head to its tail. Because he was a finger painter, each of the master's fingers had thick and deep ink marks that could not be washed away. Therefore, he said , he always created at night, until midnight or early morning. At this time, my eyes became wet again.
Is art really lonely? What kind of inspiration is needed for creation?
I know that no work can be created with a noisy heart, and there is no place for an impetuous heart. Every lonely night, every old heart's wish is inspired.
In his "Tianhu Bamboo Shed Poetry Collection", the master wrote on the picture "Pomegranate": When doing this finger painting, the fingernail was broken and the blood flowed out. The pomegranate in the picture became brighter and brighter, just like me. My heart is really burning.
My heart trembled suddenly. I didn’t understand the art. I was an artist who was full of mystery. Such perseverance and perseverance made me sing and cry.
Are there any ancients in the past? Is there anyone coming later? Xue Xiaochan wrote about the opera performing artist Pei Yanling: "At the end of the day, the only thing left is yourself and the little things you have on yourself." I hope the spirit of the master will last forever and the soul of painting will remain forever!
With a pair of orchids and a collection of precious poems and paintings, can it be said that I also own a small corner of the master's paintings and half of the world?
Time is rushing, my admiration is getting deeper, and I still have a lot of unknowns and confusions. Saying goodbye to the master, I feel that I will definitely come again!