It is the happiest thing to seek a comfortable place where can have sweet dreams after chasing butterflies, playing in the mud and plucking wild flowers. Childhood is like a picture; a dream; a sweet kiss!
Years | Childhood (Fabric sculpture) Materials: Fabric, cutton, silk threads, wires. Size: 51 × 50 × 36 cm
Children's Day is coming in China, and it would be the happiest day in a year for children. Yet I have no idea since when there are more and more adults claiming to celebrate Children's Day as well. They enjoy the way children talk very much, and they even don't shame on themselves at all to imitate kids' tones. Okay, I'm the one of them. I just don't want to grow up until I was 30, but it was time to be a really decent adult.
In adults' eyes, the world of children is always simple and bright, warm and sunny, pure and happy. As a matter of fact, when we recall what we did in our childhood, something was not only horror but it was also a bit cruel.
For example, I liked playing insects when I was small. Whatever worms or beetles, I liked to hold them in my hands for a while. Sometimes I gathered lots of my little fellows for showing my remarkable art of healing which I demonstrated how to make a perfect surgery to a longhorn-beetle. Of course, they studied quite seriously.
What's the longhorn-beetle?
Hmmm.... it's a disgusting beetle anyway! I couldn't understand why I liked to play them then. Horrible!!
It seems that there were no conceptions like "fear" or "cruel" in our minds. Not to mention playing beetles, there was nothing that we didn't dare to eat!
I liked living with my grandma as long as summer vacation came, for my grandma never stopped me from following my big friends to explore the world from morning till night, except yelling me came back to have lunch or dinner. Of course, you cannot expect me to learn some decent behaviours. It was no big deal to climb trees for stealing some fruits or something like that. Anyway, I did my best not to break the ranks. Even if I grazed my knees or forehead when I had a bad fall, my grandma wouldn't criticize me, for her gentian violet could cure all diseases anyway.
I remembered that there was a Bureau of Forestry in which was near my grandma's home. It was one of the best places we kids liked to go, for there were a variety of thousands dragonflies. Red-tail, golden-wings and gaint-blue-head were seen most often there. Red-tails were the sliest, if you could catch a red-tail, then you would definitely be admired the whole day. Golden-wings were just the oppsite, they were so stupid that even me could catch them easily, but their wings looked quite shiny and beautiful. Gaint-blue-heads might be the kings in dragonflies world I thought, for they were not only agile, but the way they fly was also powerful. Well the kids as weak as like me never expected to catch a Gaint-blue-head.
As we all know, dragonflies were mosquitoes' natural enemies, but we wild kids were just dragonflies' natural enemies. At that time catching dragonflies was cool and very popular in children world, especially those of who were amazing at catching dragonflies could catch a string of dragonflies with one Gaint-blue-head, which the picture were so cool that really liked flying an alive kite.
Certainly, all of dragonflies were caught had to be kept well, so those of who were not good at catching like me were naturally to be dragonflies' keepers, which we used our fingers to clamp their wings. Generally, each of my hands could hold 7 or 8 ones. Since I had a lot of responsibility in my job, I didn't dare to let my guard down at all so that I just clamped my fingers harder in case they would escape from my hands. When everybody knocked off, the wings of dragonflies were totally wet by sweat of my hands. Well they definitely couldn't fly away, but it's okay. Anyway, we would never eat wings and tails when we grilled them.
Fierce face .....urrrr…
Boys were so sweet and gentlemanly that they would let girls eat first. Honestly, I didn't quite dare to eat it, but I was afraid I would be laughed at by everyone and they would call me coward. So..... I ATE IT!
I didn't remember what it was like, but I kept encouraging myself and I thought to myself that well, dragonflies eat mosquitoes and now I ate dragonflies, which means I ate mosquitoes, then it means that I ate mosquitoes and I killed pests?
I was so cool!
I'm not sure how's my friends now, but please be assured, I've already been cursed. Maybe I did lots of bad things to insects before so that I got serious insects-phobia now. If you want to kill me, I would suggest you throw a cockroach to me and I would be dead meat.
HOWEVER, if you really did that, I would regard you like cockroach as my natural enemy and never let you close to me. Seriously.
When I grew up and I understood that there is not strange words like innocent or joyous in children's world, not to mention being carefree. Actually, they have lots of things to worry about. For instance, they would ask to themselves like: "Did I finish the tasks from the team today?" "Did I do something embarrassed?" "Did I get much attention from others?" "Did I behave awesomely?"
Those of who has a sense of responsibility more would think: "Where else we've never been to?" "What else we haven't played?" "What else cool things should I do will get more respect? "
In short, besides that satisfying their own curiosity, being cool is paramount for them.
When the childhood got away further and further, those of what we worried or cared about gradually became a song which was written by passed years. It might be a tuneless song, but it always arouses our purest memories from time to time, which was stupid but sincere, and we would like to write the lyrics for the childhood with the most beautiful words.
Actually, dark part was much more than bright part in my childhood, but when I was creating this piece of work -- Childhood, I just wanted to remember the bright part. Perhaps I just consciously or unconsciously wanted to melt the ice mountain of my heart with the warmest part.
Who's to say that the art wasn't a kind of healing?