我在背后,抬起眼睛。光线褪去,声音在黑夜蠕动。我们在背后,沉思。透明的色块,孩子游戏其间,玻璃或刀,均如火焰,欲望降至低处。在冰上行走,亲吻是枷锁,封闭嘴唇,不规则的骨骼,如扭曲的多边形。一幅卡思维勒像,虚构的世界和真实的灵魂,在冷漠的脸前面,掩饰生动。白与黑交替,时间与空间混淆。我们在背后,画里的世界,与画外的抒情,带着不同的仇恨和相同的爱。 I’m behind, raising my eyes. Light faded, the voice creeping in the night. We are behind, pondering. Transparent color blocks, children’s game during which, glass or knife, are like a flame, desires down to the bottom. Walking on the ice, kissing is a shackles, lips closed, irregular bones, such as twisted polygons. A Carthusian figure, a fictional world, and a real soul cover up vividly in front of an indifferent face. White alternating with black, time and space confused. What we are behind, the world in the painting, and the lyrical painting outside, carry different hatred and the same love.