“采风” 由形入神·由观入心
“关于采风” 年轻的时候，总觉得画画靠的是手上的功夫。线条要准，结构要对，画面要像。那时候也去采风，但更多是带着任务去的，看山是山，看人是人，急着把眼前的东西记录下来。觉得只要画得像，就算完成了。 后来慢慢画多了，才发现光靠“像”是不够的。画面虽然完整，却总觉得少了点东西——没有气，没有味道。这个时候再去采风，心态就不一样了。不再只是看外形，而是去体会光线的变化、空气的感觉，还有人物一瞬间的神情。慢慢地明白，采风不是把看到的东西搬回画里，而是把感受到的东西留在心里。 再往后，人也上了年纪，走的地方多了，见的人也多了。反而画的时候，不一定非要对着实景了。很多画面，其实是从记忆里长出来的。那些山的轮廓、街头的身影、风吹过时的感觉，都会在不经意间回到笔下。这个时候才真正体会到，采风的意义，不在于当时画了多少，而在于它慢慢沉淀下来，变成你画里的一部分。 到今天回头看，采风这件事，从一开始的“去看”，到后来的“去感受”，再到最后的“在心里”。画画也是一样，从画形，到画气，再到画人。真正能留下来的，不是眼睛看到的那一点，而是心里记住的那些东西。
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On Sketching from Life
When I was young, I believed that painting depended mainly on technique. The lines had to be precise, the structure accurate, and the image realistic. I would go out to sketch from life, but more as a task—seeing mountains as mountains, people as people—eager to record what was in front of me. I thought that as long as it looked right, the job was done.
As time went on and I painted more, I began to realize that likeness alone was not enough. The images were complete, yet something always felt missing—there was no spirit, no atmosphere. When I returned to sketching from life, my mindset had changed. I no longer focused only on outward forms, but began to observe the changes of light, the feeling of the air, and the fleeting expressions of people. Gradually, I understood that sketching is not about copying what you see, but about keeping what you feel.
Later in life, after traveling more and meeting more people, I found that I no longer needed to rely on direct observation all the time. Many images began to grow from memory. The outlines of mountains, the figures on the street, the sensation of the wind—these would return to the brush naturally. Only then did I truly understand that the value of sketching does not lie in how much you draw at the time, but in how it quietly settles within you and becomes part of your work.
Looking back today, sketching from life has evolved from “seeing,” to “feeling,” and finally to “living within.” Painting is the same—from depicting form, to capturing spirit, and ultimately to expressing the human essence. What endures is not merely what the eyes have seen, but what the heart has remembered.
