The reason why I fall in love with paper-cutting is due to my childhood life in the countryside. In the countryside, whenever there is a festival or a wedding, every house has to put up window grilles.
Country people are smart yet hidden in their simplicity, and smart yet hidden in their naivety. A pair of scissors and a piece of colored paper can fly out of the world. You cut a pair of cats, she cuts a tiger, and the two exchange each other, which not only meets the needs of the family, but also connects the feelings of the country people, and vividly expresses the simplicity and enthusiasm of the country people. I grew up in such an environment, being led by my grandmother day by day. The old grandmother is an expert at paper-cutting. Although she is dim-sighted, she can cut paper with such concentration that no one can imagine. Whether flying in the sky or running on the ground, they are so light and agile in her paper-cuttings. Her paper-cuts are simple and childlike, like Taoist priests drawing talismans, showing ingenuity and freedom in their randomness. Due to the influence of my ears and eyes, I developed a strong interest in paper-cutting.
I am a bit strange. Once I recognize the truth of death, I will end up in an alley. When I first learned paper-cutting, my grandmother strongly opposed it. Out of simple knowledge, it was said that boys had no future in this job, but I was obsessed with it and always haunted my grandmother. The grandmother had nothing to do with her precious grandson, so she had to spread out some colored paper. Of course, paper patterns are needed at the beginning, which is equivalent to copying in painting and tracing in calligraphy. Gradually, I put aside the paper patterns and allowed myself to follow my own temperament. This interest continued until I was admitted to the county high school. Because I was busy with my studies, I had to reluctantly give up my love. After more than ten years, I almost never used scissors. If it moved at all, it was purely accidental.
After work, there is no time. Once I attended a colleague's wedding. When the car to pick up the bride was about to arrive, I realized that the word "hi" in red was missing, which made the whole room anxious. I finally got out of the woods by recommending myself. Since then, my paper-cutting has spread in the workplace. Therefore, whenever colleagues hold happy events, they often come to me for help. Some brought colored paper, and some simply brought a mouth. I was happy to obey, which naturally had something to do with my likes and dislikes. Therefore, I design carefully every time, striving for changes in the cutting method, fonts and surrounding combinations: some are dragons and phoenixes, some are bees and butterflies flying together, some magpies are making plum blossoms, and some are joined by couples... all based on traditional themes. It has the connotation of a happy marriage and good luck. When I admire my work, I feel a sense of comfort that I have never experienced before, like standing in a distant field and breathing the fragrance of the soil.
I have always been rigid, which is certainly due to my personality, but there are also times when I make fun of others. I have a friend who has a lively personality and likes to play tricks on others. I have suffered a lot from his disadvantages. When he got married, he naturally asked for the word "happy" from me. I included a paper cutout of a pair of cats and dogs hugging and kissing. The two things are cute and naive. It was originally just a joke, and I don’t know whether the person who posted it was intentional or not, but actually posted this paper cutout on the bedside table in the wedding room. It wasn't until the wedding ceremony was over and the bride and groom were blushing that they realized that they really couldn't laugh or cry. From then on, every time I talked about this, I couldn't help but laugh and curse.