书写的石墙 2020

Wang Xinfu made this painting with thick swirls of brown, yellow, and white oil paint. It's like the paint itself is alive, twisting and turning, finding its form on the canvas. I can imagine Wang, standing in front of the canvas, maybe lost in thought, or in a conversation with the painting itself. This isn't just about applying color; it's about sculpting something out of pure feeling. Look at the way a dab of yellow pushes up against the brown – it’s like a little spark, a moment of intensity. Then, the way he lets the whites mix in—allowing a kind of breath, or air, into the picture. It’s heavy! I'm reminded of other painters who've wrestled with their materials, like Guston or Auerbach—artists who aren't afraid to let the paint get messy, to let it have its own say. The conversation between artists across time, inspires and ignites creative fire. Wang’s painting is not a fixed statement but rather an open-ended question, full of uncertainties and possibilities.