跨·越 | 荣志彬作品展

·  By Wang Shuai

He was the student with the highest score in his major when he was admitted to Sichuan Fine Arts Institute in 1987. After his talent and skill were recognized in the field, various desires came one after another: Transforming forms, creating textures, exploring tastes, pursuing styles, worshiping doctrines... Amidst the golden years of the most liberating and esteemed academic era, he experienced gilding; In the enchanting and avant-garde experiments, he encountered turbulence. Miraculously, Rong Zhibin remained steadfast, unmoved, and responded with a smile. He adhered to the internal coherence of the realistic system, like a sweeping monk who fished for beauty alone.

With his own dipper, he reflects upon the world.

Women are the fulcrum of his reflections, the echo chamber of aesthetics.

The female body is sufficient to contain all human aesthetic imaginations, and it repeatedly ignites the artistic sparks within Rong Zhibin.

"The protagonist of Rong Zhibin's works is the young girl, yet this is only the occurrence of art. Merely reveling in the superficial aspects will lead to a significant misinterpretation.

The young girl is like a pure land, art like a solitary cloud, the painter like a passerby, and reality like a tourist center. Rong Zhibin gazes, breathes, and suffers with his paintbrush.

The pure land exists either in the distance, in one's heart, or at the tip of the brush.

The pure land becomes the direction of living, the irony of reality, the utopia of art.

His choices are subtle and enduring, his techniques are dazzling and direct, his language is sensual and logical, ... In his calculation of oil painting, what matters more than opening the visual neckline is undoing the belt of self-awareness. Vision is the phenomenon, technique is the process of analyzing the phenomenon, and self-awareness is the essence of what is seen.

Thus, there is a lingering logic in his wandering, a rational logic in his fragmented steps, an original intention logic in his wandering, a resistance logic in his solitude, a critical logic in his melancholy ...

He consciously returns to the scene, arguably the apex of atmospheric composition, with a mysterious atmosphere, an eerie atmosphere, a surreal atmosphere. Often, it requires minimal props to convey a continuous sense of transformation and questioning.

He consciously distances himself from aestheticism, embodying the literary and artistic sentiment in human circumstances, quietly unveiling the waterline of reality, slowly licking the true island, salvaging the shimmer of humanity.

He consciously nourishes the liberated, becoming the preservative film of individuality, where sensuality becomes the ultimate enchantment of passion.

He consciously reorganizes experiences, delving deep into the known allure, never claiming to open the door to the unknown.

He consciously restrains lyrical expression, the body merely a vibrant metaphor.

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