isn't it nice to be clean and tidy? It's really refreshing and pleasant Everything stays where I think it should be, and it is put in the best state I think it should be. Dust and sundries are erased one by one, which is a kind of orderly beauty.
However, in the process of constructing this beautiful form, my way of thinking is also framed in a fixed framework. I am locked by the normal life appearance and bound by the inertia behavior. I put people's universal recognition on my behavior and life, and I become commonplace and unchangeable, just like others. I looked at the thousands of figures that flashed by me. They were my shadows, my reflections, and I became a stereotyped existence. I want to break free, kick off the shackles, and jump out of the condom. I don't want to be just a flesh-and-blood filling in a frame without a soul.
I hope to have a messy state, casually placed ornaments, a pile of clothes thrown on the bed, my lazy costume, messy hair, wandering around aimlessly, casual, sloppy and melancholy. I meditate in a state of mourning and depression. My mind was opened, and suddenly my inspiration flashed. My thoughts were wild and unrestrained, borderless, unconstrained, unique, individual, random, and all of them rose and rolled in my mind. I picked up my pen, scribbled on the paper, and wrote down the flash of thought. Travel in the clouds and abyss of thoughts and enjoy this wanton behavior. If you let yourself be so presumptuous once by chance, it will be another state of life.
I thought of tofu quilt, spotless dormitory and uniform slogan. Thinking of the essential songs before meals, I gave an order to sit down, lift chopsticks and leave together after meals. It is no stranger to me to observe military life intermittently and closely for several years. It presents the highest form of orderly beauty, which is a maddening and suffocating beauty of absolute obedience. It is a unified human beauty shaped by the mold of mission and belief. We need this kind of aesthetic feeling, and we need them to hide their personalities and achieve more people's peace and happiness. It is the ultimate beauty that the individual can achieve the greater self.
I thought again of a pile of bottles and cans filled with pigments in the studio, and various molds, plain images, piled up in a disorderly manner. But I sat alone beside me, lifting the brush and painting brush, letting my thoughts fly on the canvas, smearing it on the canvas with inspiration, and making random works frequently. I was so quiet and completely integrated into it.
I also think of Einstein, who has a messy desk and looks like an ex-girlfriend with ulterior motives is deliberately destroying his workplace, and he has accomplished his mission well. And Mark Twain's messy desk is more than him. I know Steve Jobs invented the ebooks platform because he couldn't handle real-life books. I think of their "creative clutter", their imaginative brains.
what is beauty? What do you think is beauty? Don't people have their own opinions?
You see the spotless ground that has been cleaned, and think it is the most beautiful. Two floating leaves, you think, have polluted the beauty in your heart. You pick up the broom and wipe it off. You are in a great mood and indulge in the beauty of cleanliness and neatness carefully maintained.
when I saw the spotless ground, I felt as if something was missing. A breeze came slowly. Two yellow leaves broke free from the embrace of the tree, danced in the wind, fell to the ground leisurely, and rolled at will, just like two naughty children. I felt beautiful and leisurely.
Don't judge the beauty in others' eyes by your own standards of beauty, and don't frame yourself by others' standards of beauty. If you think beauty, it is beauty. Just as the blushing cheeks of a fresh and tender girl are to the face of an old woman full of woodcut wrinkles after being beaten by wind and frost, just as the small moss is to the graceful peony.