Shi Qingfeng, graduated from the Fine Arts Department of Nanjing Normal University, is now a member of Xu Beihong Art Research Association in Yixing. 1973 was born in Altay, Xinjiang, and then returned to his father's hometown, Yixing, Jiangsu, to engage in painting, calligraphy and purple sand art creation, especially ink painting and galloping horses.
201212 February 30-201318/0. In October, "Shi Qingfeng Ink Horse Painting Exhibition, the Hometown of Beihong" was held in Yixing Xu Beihong Memorial Hall.
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Chinese name: Shi Qingfeng.
Alias: Crick Hermit
Nationality: China.
Ethnic group: Han nationality
Place of birth: Altay, Xinjiang
Date of birth: 1973- 10
Occupation: painter
Graduation school: Nanjing Normal University, majoring in fine arts.
Main achievements: Shi Qingfeng Ink Horse Show.
Representative works: Looking back at the horse.
The life of the character
Shi Qingfeng graduated from Nanjing Normal University with a bachelor's degree in fine arts. He is now a member of Jiangsu Artists Association, Wu Shanming Character Studio, Jiangsu Ceramic Association and Yixing Xubeihong Art Research Association. 1973 was born in Altay, Xinjiang, and then returned to his father's hometown, Yixing, Jiangsu, to engage in painting, calligraphy and purple sand art creation. .
201212 February 30-201318/0. In October, "Shi Qingfeng Ink Horse Painting Exhibition, the Hometown of Beihong" was held in Yixing Xu Beihong Memorial Hall.
20 13 Enter Wu Shanming Master Studio and start to create figure ink painting!
Personal work
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Review (also called thinking)
If painting can't deeply express some deep feelings, then painting is just a single pastime and entertainment! Looking back, thinking without thinking, there is nothing, handwriting and ink can be said!
The spirit of the work comes from the experience and accumulation of the author and painter Shi Qingfeng in his life. In those years, I put aside worldly things and returned to northern Xinjiang where I lived as a child. Facing the vast grassland, I have a dusty dream. Get close to the horse and catch every breath of the horse, which belongs to him, is familiar to him, and has been smelled many times in his dreams. The horse in front of me is as charming, free, rich and handsome as the horse I saw when I was a child! Every night after I came back, I spread my pen and ink, the dust dispersed, the noise fled, the spark of memory touched my childhood, and my inner feelings shocked my past savings. I will immerse myself wholeheartedly in my paintings.
Double horses and herding horses in Jiangnan
Two horses in the south of the Yangtze River, a horse in the crowd
The white horse is blocked by the autumn wind, and the apricot flowers are in the south of the Yangtze River. Everyone has a soft side of chivalry. When the breeze blows his mane, tender feelings surge in his heart. Jiangnan is a kind of poetry that time can't erase, a kind of tenderness hidden in the corner of the soul, and a complex that has been entangled for a long time in missing.
Two fine horses are wandering in the fog in the south of the Yangtze River, longing for a poetic life, which is a spiritual vacancy that cannot be compensated by the increasingly rich material life. People's yearning and nostalgia for the apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River are the same.
Rapid heartbeat
Rapid heartbeat
Nature comes from nature completely, and nature comes from temperament. At that moment, I realized the lofty sentiments flowing out of his heart. With the help of Dionysus, at that moment, he put aside the hidden doubts in his subconscious mind, thoroughly searched for the most primitive carnival in life and art, and met the horse in the painting in another time and space, like Zhuangzi with a butterfly on his pillow. "I wonder if Zhou Zhimeng is a butterfly and? Is the butterfly's dream a week? " How can such a work that "reaches its temperament" be unpopular?
The author often compares the horse to the son of the wind, the wind is moving and the heart is moving; Meet before you meet!
The ink on the screen is smudged, the tail of the pen is unrestrained and recycled, and the environment is ethereal and unique. Using the principle of "counting white as black" in calligraphy, the horse's rigidity and softness and the change of yin and yang are drawn, while the charm gradually changes in yin and yang.
Pool, memory
Pool and nostalgia
He likes to draw a turning horse best. When people reach middle age, life is unbearable, and they need to gradually retire and return to the beginning. Turning around provides a broader perspective for people on the road, hiding more stories and spiritual breakthroughs. Turn around, what do you find? Turn around. Where are you going? Life, like this, turns around and moves forward step by step. He caught it and realized it. He integrated his life experience into his creation and truly conveyed his value orientation, life attitude and inner situation. The ink painting in the distance reveals the inner security of returnees.
Every night of painting horses is the beginning of time and space. Every time he writes a letter, he is sincere. The horse brought him back to his childhood and the grassland that once gave him childhood memories.
Climbing a mountain is to listen to nature.
Climbing mountains is to listen to nature.
In the mountains and rivers that ordinary people don't go to, you can often find the sound of nature. This painting incorporates the author's experience of growing up in the grassland and his admiration for master Xu Beihong in his hometown. He attaches importance to art, despises himself, actively chooses a comfortable way to breathe away from the noise and applause, and has a strong sense of alienation from the world. With a little peace, his personality will not be diluted and diluted because of too much communication. Accumulate a calm temperament. No matter how many bodies in the world block his figure, his silly face and rich artistic talent will stand out. The pen is smooth and restrained, and the lines highlight the author's long-term calligraphy training skill, which shows the inner spirit of the horse incisively and vividly and exquisitely. It is the representative work of the author's ink painting horse.
Literary works
Nanxiangzi
Where to find sorrow, enjoy the wind in the pavilions of my hometown. Memories of how many young and hazy, green grass was born in the moonlight.
In the late autumn under the yellow leaves, compassion separates two hearts. A hundred turns and thousands of times, the sea has changed, and there is always a rush and a lot of thoughts.
The green grass is slightly green, which refers to Jiang Biwei; Compassion refers to Xu Beihong and Sun Duoci, while listening to Wen Xin refers to Liao Wenjing.
Ink mark fu mifei
Winter in the south of the Yangtze River, envious wind, dancing of fallen leaves, lonely phoenix tree. It is warm to travel by car. In Hongmei Pavilion and Longtan Village, tourists are warmly invited, just like sitting in the spring breeze. Love black tea, cook white wine, ask for justice, and talk about heroes. Living in a humble room leads the world, but the taste is salty and light, forgetting the rivers and lakes.
Above the counter, listen to the sound of the Zheng, enjoy music, and smell ink as a pen and ink stone between squares. Recite Shu Su, read Tiaoxi, read many classics, and love Hong Xian. Read books, believe in calligraphy, listen to Mifei, and remember the past. Free and easy body, relaxed and heroic mood. Although the pen is broken and weak, God has a special connection with duct tape. Tender as water, hibiscus comes out of the water, and clouds and cranes swim in the wild. See skills in invisible places and convey spirit when you are interested.
Alas, alas, the Millennium seeks classics and the Millennium seeks light. Leaves grow and fall, spring returns to spring, and Jinbao stays. It is endless!
Tunxi Ganhuai
Huizhou wins, Huangshan gathers sages, and the stars and moons are sleepless; Tunxi can be famous for its rivers and seas and stippling.
Pavilion welcomes guests, lotus clouds surge, and the male soul attracts the east wind; How far is the sky, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
Personal life
On February 30th, 65438, "Shi Qingfeng Ink Painting Horse Works Exhibition" was held in Xu Beihong Memorial Hall, Yixing, which was rich in works and attracted a large number of painting and calligraphy lovers to visit.
Shi Qingfeng was born in Altay, Xinjiang. He loved painting and calligraphy since he was a child. I graduated from Nanjing Normal University majoring in fine arts and returned to my hometown Yixing after graduation. Out of admiration for Master Xu Beihong and his growing experience in grassland, Shi Qingfeng has a special liking for painting horses. More than 50 works on display this time are all about horses without reins and shackles, which show the agility, fashion, first place and courage of horses with unique and expressive pen and ink. Many viewers said that in his paintings, it seems that you can really hear the neighing of horses.
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Grassland, summer pasture of Altay Mountain, my father rode a white horse, hugged me and galloped on the road. The white horse suddenly lost its center of gravity in its front hoof, fell to the ground, and then struggled to stand up and move on. This moment deeply touched my young heart. I was four years old that year.
Fence, pony, I have a horse at home. I stood outside the fence. Pony's eyes looked at me, showing some concern. I hid shyly. Later, the horse was raised by a herder, and I never saw it again. I was six years old that year.
It's snowing and grazing. A Kazakh shepherd boy can't find his way home in the snow. His father rides a burly horse and takes other villagers to look for it in the snow. Many hours passed, the child came back, and his mother's tears wet his skirt. I was seven years old.
My parents' hometown, Yixing, Jiangnan, is the first time to come here. Out of curiosity, I wandered around the waterscape. Relatives came to see us and the children spoke. They asked me about going to the grassland. A brother who studied painting quickly drew a galloping horse on paper with a pen, which amazed me. From then on, I knew that the horse in the painting was so radiant. From then on, I knew the name of the owner of my hometown-Xu Beihong. That year, I was eleven.
On the street and stone steps, I often sit there, waiting for my Kazakh friends in the street.
Friends rode horses leisurely back and forth from the road, watching the horse's walking posture and listening to the sound of horses' hooves fading away. Those years, I was a teenager.
In the dormitory of Xinzhuang Middle School, on the bedside of Sunday holiday, pen and ink spread out, and I began to copy Xu Beihong's paintings bought from Xinhua Bookstore in Yixing City. Forgetting to eat and sleep, a small personal world, painting a sad horse with a copy of the work. I was fifteen years old that year.
At the New Year's party between teachers and students, the head teacher in charge of senior three in Xinjiang saw our college student come back to visit him, and excitedly took my hand and said, "Qingfeng, last year, the whole picture of eight horses you drew on the blackboard in your class has been preserved so far, and I really can't bear to erase it!" I looked at the teacher with emotion and held her hand tightly. That year, I was nineteen.
20 1 365438+1October1,memorial hall of Xu Beihong in Yixing, "hometown of Beihong-Shi Qingfeng ink painting horse exhibition", here I am, with my horse in my heart. This year, I entered the age of no doubt.