【72人合唱】Painter Community Collab ✽


Paint! As long as your brush still moves Paint! As long as your colors still last (READY SET PAINT!) “You can draw anything you want.”—so I was told and given a pure white canvas, with a great many paints. With a crystal clear heart and a brush gripped tightly in my hands, everything appeared so resplendent to me… and yet. As I grew older, my line drawings came to be forgotten. Everyone has their own opinions, it’s hard to see eye to eye. My search for what it means to be myself led me nowhere. No one would teach me how to draw, but they wouldn’t let me do whatever I want, either. Cluelessly, I just mix all the colors into a mess. When I take a peek around, I see paint-stained clothes, a determination to waste no time on sleep, and a burning fighting spirit with tomorrow as its goal. Everyone is just like me! Paint everything over with your own hand. Everyone has dreams they’d protect at all costs. Paint! As long as your brush still moves. Paint! As long as your colors still last. Pretending to forget about the notes I left sleeping in the closet, or the worn-down pencils, courtesy of my searches for answers, or my half-finished sketches, every day, I work furiously, not letting anything get me down… and yet. “What’s wrong with growing up?” “You can’t live on ideals alone.” The lies I’ve repainted so many times have come apart. You can’t undo any moment of your life, let alone redo it all together. The one-stroke path is starting to blur. When I turn around to take a peek, even though the sketches I did were so clumsy, everything was done simply as they came to my mind. How free I was back then! Splash it with your own paints. There are dreams you can’t envision on your own. Paint! As long as your brush still moves. Paint! As long as your colors still last. This is an exhibition where anything goes. Look at this: flying duck! Look at this: a sunflower in the midwinter! Look at this: the sun rising from the west! The textbooks aren’t necessarily always right. RED! Red means go?! BLUE! Blue means stop?! YELLOW! Huh? Er, yellow is neither… It’s up to you to choose your own meanings. Art is the postscript to your creative explosions. Scratch at it, glue it together, scrub at it, crumple it— what still remains after all of that is the color that’s completely unique to you! Paint everything over with your own hand. Everyone has dreams they’d protect at all costs. The people walking about on the streets and the people holing up inside; elites and commoners; you and me: each of us is unique in our own way. When we all assemble like this looked at from afar, we’ll make a huge and colorful picture of dreams! Splash it with your own paints. There are dreams you can’t envision on your own. Paint! As long as your brush still moves. Paint! As long as your colors still last. Paint! As long as your brush still moves. Paint! As long as your colors still last. As long as your colors still last. Once finished, our canvas is transformed by all the vibrant colors. What kind of picture shall we paint together next time?

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