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The main subject of the picture is a bunch of flowers. The forms of the flowers are exaggerated and distorted, with thick black lines outlining their contours.
The pink vessel, as the main subject of the painting, showcases the unique aesthetic feeling of form composition through plane division and color gradation.
The petals of the flower in the picture are rendered with gradient colors, showing the layers of blending colors such as white, pink, and purple.
The petals are created using the blending technique, softly presenting a gradient of pink and white. Delicate brushstrokes outline the texture of the petals, demonstrating the subtlety of form - shaping.
It turns loneliness into a poetic footnote — even among blooming flowers, a soul still seeks resonance.
The contrast between its smallness and the flower’s bigness is just like an individual being quietly enveloped by loneliness amidst the bustling spring flowers — even in the midst of beauty, the soul may still seek a quiet corner in the noise.
This design endows “autism” with a romantic interpretation, turning loneliness into a unique posture for the soul to communicate with the world.
Its existence breaks the lightness of the flower branches and the haziness of the background, forming a form contrast. It seems to build a lonely barrier amidst the noisy vitality of spring.
Through transparent overpainting, it becomes a symbol of the symbiosis between nature and the soul, interpreting the integration of life and beauty.
This work Oh? constructs a visually charged puzzle through surreal form deconstruction and a unique color narrative.
In the painting is the first tree flower I see in spring, and the eye is a flying swallow under the eaves of a house.
Miss Sunflower came by chance and only said hello. That's all.
The human voice becomes dead silence in front of the natural voice.
At this time, people will suddenly hear the voice in their own hearts, feel lonely, and are frightened and helpless.
The human voice becomes dead silence in front of the natural voice.
No decay to be seen, no sorrow.