That afternoon, you were stewing a pot of white radish in your California kitchen. All was calm and serene — until you put the lid on, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside the stove to daydream. Watching the steam hiss and puff furiously from the pot, the radish tumbling in the boiling water seemed to cry out from the depths of its soul: “It's so hot! How much longer do I have to stew?!”
You stared at that pot of boiling radish soup when a current suddenly zapped through your brain: “Wait... this radish, struggling desperately in the soup, blooming in the scalding heat — isn't that exactly my own heart, kneaded over and over by life, yet still bursting with energy?!” Deeply shaken by the white radish, you charged straight into the studio, grabbed your inks, and decided to give this “kitchen soul” a name of its own!
The deep grey-blue mass at the center: that is your reason — the calm, elegant, Morandi-toned composure you were trying to keep — which, the moment it met the slow simmer, simply melted, scalding, across the canvas.
The metallic gold dust sprinkled through it: that is the radish, saturated with broth, releasing its finest, most dazzling sweet essence (in short: the glow of deliciousness).
The exploding black nerve-lines bursting all around: the very soul of this painting! That is the “radish-shred tension” of the radish screaming and stretching wildly in hundred-degree boiling water — and the great ink explosion of the moment inspiration struck you, when your hand could not keep up with your brain!
At last, you put down your tools and gazed at this masterpiece with satisfaction, thinking: “Others see a blue abstract heart full of artistic tension. But only I know — this is a soul burst wide open by a white radish!”
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