There is always a storm hidden in Chen Zhiheng's paintings.
At the age of nineteen, he is already a hot name in the art world. His long hair covers his face, his figure is as thin as paper, and he is as cold as ice that cannot hold any heat. The world admires the broken neon and moving shadows in his paintings, but no one knows that those twisted colors are the tearing sounds in his mind, and those entangled lines are the world he dare not touch. He hid in the studio, built a high wall with paint, and faced off against his other self, until the young man named Lin Anzhou knocked on the door.
The seventeen-year-old art student burst in with sunshine, a brush that was almost perfect, and eyes that could understand the breath in his paintings. He stood in the center of Chen Zhiheng's storm, without probing or retreating. He only used clean lines to describe the hidden temperature of the other party - the softness wrapped in a cold hard shell, the desire struggling on the edge of division.
When Hua Gu finally meets someone who understands bones, light begins to penetrate the high wall. They exchanged souls on the canvas and recognized each other in silence. It turned out that the strongest fire was hidden under the coldest ice; the softest flowers bloomed on the sharpest bones.
This is a journey about understanding, and it is also the process of two souls piecing together each other in art and reality.
It is easy to paint skin but difficult to paint bones, but when you put pen to paper, it is carved into the folds of my soul.
Concept: The canvas is a mirror surface, which can reveal the cracks in the soul and the spring branches in the darkness.