Where was Zhang Yi born?

Zhang Yi, male, Han nationality,1was born in Weifang, Shandong Province in April 1969. 1993 graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts of Shandong Arts University with a master's degree in Chinese painting.

He is currently the director of China Artists Association, the executive vice chairman of Shandong Artists Association and the honorary chairman of Shandong Young Artists Association.

Chinese name: Zhang Yi

Nationality: China.

Ethnic group: Han nationality

Place of birth: Weifang, Shandong Province

Date of birth:1April 969

Occupation: painter

Graduate school: Fine Arts Department of Shandong University of Arts.

Masterpieces: National Backbone, A Heart Lamp, San Xiao in the Tiger Creek, Visiting Mount Tai, Praising Huai Su, etc.

works

His works were invited to participate in the National Art Exhibition of the 10th China Art Festival, the Invitational Exhibition of Famous Painters of China in Hanmo Qilu, and the China Painting Festival (Weifang). In 2008, he published the paper "Beauty of Artistic Conception in Landscape Painting", 20 10 published the paper "From Schema to Spirit: Zhong Kui's Cultural Implication and Artistic Features", 20 15 jointly published "Chronicle of Flower Landscape Art of Ruins" with Zhang Rongdong and Zhang Yi, and 20 18 was the editor-in-chief of Shandong Society.

Personal work

Personal life

Read Zhang Yijin's Zhang Rongdong with Heart.

Zhang Yi painted a heart lamp in 2007. The picture of compassion, tranquility and profundity seems to be far from the painter's passionate life at that time. This is a quiet scene hidden in the painter's heart and a mysterious projection of his soul. A few years have passed in a blink of an eye, and travelers wandering on the spiritual path suddenly find that the secret realm led by a heart lamp is more like the flash of their own destiny. Although the candlelight is weak, it is enough to illuminate the night.

In the lonely spiritual exploration, no one cares. As long as the heart lamp does not go out, you can find the secret passage hidden in the deep mountains. This precious spiritual clue is related to the later road. Later, the painter lived a quiet life in the mountain temple and visited Zhong Nanshan's Taoist temple, but in the end, he still returned to the secret passage illuminated by the heart lamp. Many pictures began to appear. The grotesque birds and beasts who don't know their age, and the backs of those who woke up in the mountains, have begun to approach the mysterious and comfortable world in their hearts.

A real artist, after seeing other people's roads, will eventually face a bleak life. Only a sincere person can light the heart lamp and stay away from the pale and bleeding expression. For Zhang Yi, the work is definitely not the end, it is just a road to utopia, a reference and a window, and the meaning of the existence of the work is that everything breeds a harmonious and indisputable utopia.

A Yi's life is full of emotions, and his pen and ink are never pretentious or free and easy. It's all his imagination, with the aftertaste of the ancients' "infatuation". Cao Xueqin said in A Dream of Red Mansions, "The paper is full of absurd things and bitter tears. Dou Yun's author is stupid, who knows the taste? " Huang also pretended to be a "Taoist idiot", an idiot, fascinated by the truth, and everything entered the heart. I also felt the same for everything.

Only when feelings are true can we see the true state of heaven and earth. With real meaning, there is no past, no present, no tradition and no modernity. Just a way, a possibility.

In an era when even food and vegetables have to be packaged, the truth is often hidden behind various narratives, and sincere exposure is often drowned out by many voices. It takes great courage and confidence to wash away the lead and reach the depths of the soul.

In recent years, because we worked on a project together, we often went to the mountains together, and the spring flowers were brilliant and the autumn wind was dewy, which grew to our hearts. The maze in the moonlight and the trees with sparse leaves have aroused the secluded poetry in the deep heart. Among Shan Ye, the spirituality of his dialogue with various images is often more obvious. The soul of a spiritual person is lonely after all, and in his lively daily atmosphere, there are actually sparse and cold images secretly breeding.

Life is just an experience of the soul. Those who are ruled by rules, those who escape comfortably, can't understand the greatness of birth. Zhang Yi is actually a real idealist. He puts in, he experiences, and he doesn't want to deceive his soul. A real man dares to face and bear the burden, and he regards the experience of life as the homework of soul cultivation. Those touching pictures are beyond the reach of shrewd hermits. When the realm of birth becomes a gesture and a performance, the consciousness of those who truly join the WTO is even more precious.

I remember that day, my brother and I went to the mountains in late autumn. In the sky of Ming Che, all is silent. On the winding mountain road, only golden leaves fall quietly. Everything is samsara, beautiful, gorgeous and clean, which is the only language in the mountain. In fact, this moment has been countless times. We are intruders in a strange world. We are in this real and clear world. This world and the noisy and flashy world we live in are two sides of a mirror. But it's hard to say whether we are Byakki Smoker or gazelle. Fortunately, the road to the mountains is still there, and I can still listen to the invisible sounds of nature. Fortunately, the leaves of konoha can still enter my heart.

Like in a previous life, we swept away monks and Zhang Rongdong.

At noon on a spring day, my brother and I went to visit a layman in the mountains. Looking for the road seems a bit tortuous, but the apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and the sunshine is quiet in Ming Che, which makes people feel warm inside. A mountain, a mountain road, is connected with us. Is this an accidental meeting or a call from a previous life?

My brother and I once braved the heavy snow to visit the Zen master in the mountains, and went to Zhong Nanshan to look for traces of hermits. In our ideal, the yogi in the mountains bathed in the clean sunshine of the sun and the moon, and became a heart that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

The layman has a pottery rhinoceros, standing under the branches of Zizyphus jujuba collected in the mountains, with a mysterious charm looming in his eyes. Folks say there will be moonlight here at night, and pottery rhinoceros also has life. Bathing in the moonlight is practice. A brother seems to have unloaded all the burdens in an instant. He put on a lay man's cotton robe and became a Zen master. With his finger as a pen, he wrote plum blossoms and pottery rhinoceros in the bottle. They are no longer objects for display, but poetic creatures, reborn in a new space. For a creator, creating a poetic dwelling space for what he sees is transcendence and redemption, so as to cross the rolling world of life and return to a clear and definite place that has never existed. Is this his destiny?

A brother once painted Tian Wen. A bird sings in the sky, the ink is brilliant, and everything sings. At that time, Zhang Yi was passionate about life, self-sufficient and happy, and his painting environment was often full of excitement and spirit. The enthusiasm of joining WTO embodies the metaphysical thinking of being born and conjures up a vibrant, free and romantic world.

The construction of the world depends on profound life experience and strong mind. With the poetic singing and the disillusionment of many illusions, the bitterness of life will make many expressors speechless-only a lonely ascetic can precipitate and temper the language in his heart, remove the carving, wash away the lead and return to simple sincerity. A painter with excellent pen and ink talent once gave up writing brush and used finger painting to express his heart. Those lines and blocks that reach the heart break the shackles of pen and ink, and are sincere and true. Those vicissitudes have returned to reality.

In his recent works, I realized the sadness and consciousness of cold autumn. In the spring of bloom, an ascetic monk who is cold and autumn is no longer confused by gorgeous images. After the tumult, there will be silence and bloom flowers will fall. This is the truth of flowers and the fate of all beings. One day after drinking, I sat alone in my brother's studio, feeling the cold Qiu Guang in the painting. Is this the light of consciousness? I wrote this sentence in the studio:

Zen in ink painting, light in ink painting. How cold and desolate is it, and how boundless is the world? Live in the light, but also face the heavy night. Where is Zen? A quiet life is a paradise, just because of the light in my heart. The journey is hard, painful and numb, but the light of the sun and the moon entering Ming Che can soothe the soul, while the biting cold is unknown on the road without a post station. A trace of warmth, from a cold plum in the mountain? What does May know? It is the burning and contrast of the fire in the cold winter, leaving only a little residual temperature of charcoal ash, while the high enthusiasm and temperature disappeared with the fire. I can only be a reminiscer and warm myself in my memories. A warm home can only be preserved and built in a recalled dream. A fragrant heaven, connected with all the joys and sorrows of life.

Ink paradise is where the soul lives. In the dark night, someone always walks into the secret realm of heaven and earth. Can an artist light the candle of the soul to illuminate those unknown roads?

He created a statue of the sages of the Republic of China with finger ink. Brilliant ink flowers bloom under his hand, and the accumulated emotional connotation and artistic experience come out of generate. In the asceticism of life, the patient traveler is instantly bathed in the clean sun and moon. The world is quiet, the distance from the soul of the sages disappears, the walker goes home, the anxiety and pain are dispelled by the warmth of home, all beings are at ease, and everything is endless. Understanding sages means self-awakening, and painting language has entered a new freedom. Those brilliant and wanton plum blossoms symbolize the creator's clear mood. In such a car, pen and ink are a paradise full of charm. All images can contain the original heart. When the mind is transformed into a natural image, that kind of compassionate warmth is compassion for one's own family. Only in this way can a person not be lost and alienated in the noisy world, and the poetry of a person's own existence can be preserved.

That afternoon, we went to the back hill to bask in the sun with the lay man. A brother, wearing a cotton robe and carrying a futon, crossed the deserted loess path and walked past the comfortable sheep. Artists are also spiritual explorers and practitioners. In my mind, I can see the back of the monk who cleaned the fallen leaves under the ginkgo tree and the yogi in my previous life, overlapping with the back in front of me.

In spring, underground spring springs surge and plants grow. Those budding flowers are connected with Ming Che and Changchun veins. Looking at Mount Tai in the distance, under the layers of mountains, the news and source of spring are hidden. The clear spring of the soul also nourishes the paradise of ink, which is simple, clean, sincere and warm to all beings.