在一个艺术类的博客里看到完全共鸣的心情。图里是我去年11月发过的一条。
「I want to stay a beginner forever. Once you develop a style, it develops you back: clingy, possessive, calling at odd hours, showing up uninvited, shedding on the furniture. A style wants commitment. It wants you to mean it. It starts correcting you mid-stroke, whispering: that’s not what we do anymore. It has opinions about paper quality. It knows which colors are yours. It begins to narrow the world into things that fit and things that don’t. Eventually, you’re not making art anymore, you’re just maintaining a personality.

You become hostage to your own alleged vision. So I keep resetting: new influence, new technique, new beginner’s luck.」