画画向来被当成高雅的活计,迄今为止,我都很难认同:斜跨五公斤的画箱一只,头上草帽一顶,腰间小椅一把,左手两个方便袋,右手一个油画框……,也许是五百米,也许是三公里,没有合适的景点,我只能这样走下去一一一个对工具和景点不负责的画家不可能成为好画家。那是一个下午的四点,我浑身装挂,像逃荒一样在欢喧的游人中横渡运河,拔掉荒草,草丛中泥土的湿气慢慢侵透我的屁股,四月的运河匆忙,画笔如犁……一小时后我回到对岸,一个小朋友兴奋地指着我:咦,咦,这是一个画家…… Painting has always been regarded as an elegant work, so far, I can hardly agree: a box of five kilograms diagonally across the top of a straw hat, a small waist chair, left hand two convenient bags, the right hand an oil painting The box ... maybe five hundred meters, perhaps three kilometers, without suitable attractions, and I can only go on like this - painters who are not responsible for tools and attractions can not be good painters. It was an afternoon at four o’clock, I was wearing a whole body hanging, like fleeing famine in the hustle and bustle of tourists across the canal, unplug the weeds, the soil in the grass slowly penetrate my ass, the canals in April in a hurry, brush Such as a plow ... an hour later I returned to the other side, a kid pointing at me excitedly: 咦, 咦, this is an artist ......