学画已有十几载,不知不觉中自己由一个懵懂少年,变成一个三十好几已为人父的“老男人”(笑)。遥想最初与绘画的邂逅源于自己的父亲。记得儿时,父亲在地委做宣传工作,每天清早骑着辆二八单车,车龙头前挂着个装满白色水粉颜料的水桶,里面落着个大排刷,而我就坐在单车中间的横杠上。父亲带着我骑走在附近的几个电影海报通知黑板点,在斑驳的黑板上潇洒的写上当日放映电影的名称及相关信息。但在那黑板与白 Learning to paint has been more than a dozen contained, unwittingly from a ignorant boy, into a dozen father has been “old man” (laughs). Originally thought of as an encounter with painting, she came from her own father. I remember my childhood, my father made a publicity work in the prefectural committee. Every morning, I was riding a bicycle of twenty-eight. There was a bucket of white gouache paint hung in front of the faucet with a large row of brushes inside, and I was sitting in the middle of the bicycle. Bar up. My father informed me with several film posters that I had been riding around in the neighborhood. I wrote a chic sketch of the movie’s name and related information on the mottled blackboard. But in that blackboard and white