潮间拾色
Gathering Colours Between the Tides
90X120cm
“海风轻拂，使夏花在厚重的油彩中有了呼吸感——画面中的花簇像被风揉碎的霞，白瓣如浪惊起的云，连礁石都承载着晒暖的光。走近这幅画，你不只是看见色彩与形状，更能嗅到花香与海味，感受浪凉拂过指尖的震颤，仿佛整个夏天都在画布上缓缓流动，让人的一呼一吸间与光与风一同起伏。”
“A sea breeze drifts through the canvas, giving the summer flowers a sense of breath within the weight of oil paint. The clustered blooms resemble clouds of rosy light gently torn by the wind; white petals rise like sea spray, and even the rocks seem to hold the warmth of sunlit salt. Step closer, and you are not only seeing colour and form—you can almost smell the mingling of flowers and sea, feel the cool touch of waves trembling at your fingertips. It is as if the whole of summer is slowly flowing across the canvas, each breath rising and falling in rhythm with light and wind.”
当颜料成了海风的载体，每一道厚涂的笔触都成了夏花的呼吸。
画家以意像为骨，用堆叠的油彩接住海滨的暑气：花簇是被风揉碎的霞，白瓣是被浪惊起的云，连礁石都成了晒暖的岛屿。他不摹形状，只捕气息——让观者从凹凸的肌理里摸到草绒，从混融的色块里触到浪凉，把“夏天的清香”译成了可触摸的震颤。
它不是一幅单纯“被观看”的画，而是一封“被呼吸”的花笺。拆开它，指尖便沾了满幅的海味与花香；闭上眼，记忆的光便随之荡开——风从画里吹来，像时光轻轻翻动的页角，在这一刻，观看不再止于目光的停留，而是被引向更深处：世界不止眼前的形状，更有空气里流动的温度、颜色里隐含的故事，以及每一次悄悄触碰的心跳 。
画作介绍
When paint becomes a vessel for the sea breeze, each thick, layered stroke turns into the breath of summer flowers.
With imagery as its framework, the artist gathers the coastal heat through piled oil paint: the blossoms are clouds of rosy light kneaded by the wind, white petals rise like spray startled by the waves, and even the rocks become sun-warmed islets. He does not imitate form, but captures atmosphere—allowing viewers to feel the softness of grass through textured ridges, the cool of the sea through blended colors, translating the “scent of summer” into a tactile vibration.
This is not a painting meant merely to be seen, but a floral letter meant to be breathed in. Unfold it, and your fingertips are tinged with salt and blossom; close your eyes, and memory’s light begins to ripple. The wind seems to blow from within the canvas, like time gently turning a page. In that moment, viewing moves beyond the eye and leads inward—to where the world is not only shaped before us, but warmth moving through the air, stories hidden in color, and the quiet pulse felt in each subtle touch.