Heal You, Heal Me

Shen Zhiwei's twenty-eight years of life can be divided into two periods. The first eighteen years: I have a father, I have paintings, I have a future. In the next ten years: my father died of liver cancer, my mother left her when she was twelve years old, and she learned to live alone. The painting is still being painted. "Lock", which took four months to paint, has a white bird wrapped in iron chains, and the bird's eyes are still bright - not bright, but not extinguished either. When Jiang Yu appeared with the sketchbook from four years ago, Zhiwei thought that was the beginning of the story. Not really. The story is already there. Chen Mo's matter, the court matter, those things that she thought had turned over - winning does not mean winning, and saying goodbye does not mean letting go. Someone asked: What happened next? She later spent eight months in Dali learning to breathe. Later she painted "Morning Light". Later Jiang Yu left and came back. This is a story about brokenness, rebuilding, and finally having the courage to say "I like you."