油画颜料从那锡管管里挤出来的时候，是新鲜的，喜悦的，没有那个颜色出来的时候是垂头丧气的，它们高兴我也高兴，颜色不能睡在在黑暗的管子太久，它们的生命会被耽误的，存封是多么大~痛苦。
颜色是活的，每次定睛看它们时，眼前会有光出现，特别在颜色和颜色之间，那种颜色其实是根本说不清的诱~，看得你会迷，失，和游走，走神的时候，颜色在眼前浮起彩虹。
这些刚挤在调色板上的颜色，还只是原始的颜色，原色，它们在看你时，总带着愿望，它们可不愿意你不理它，颜色愿意与你多说话~，每一个都不能被怠慢了~，颜色一生气，就会干，会干瘪，会枯萎……
画画是命定的差事~，把颜色和颜色调在一起，不是为了画一个可以看见的东西，那就太简单，太对不起那些颜色了，颜色一路走来可不是一天两天，可以这么说，每一种颜色从它家乡来的时候，都是千辛万苦。颜色是那些古老石头研磨而来的，有些是从植物中提取的。
千万不要让那些颜色干枯了~，干了就不能用了，就是半干的颜色都不能用了，一个人怎么可以用油渣渣画画呢~?画出来的画怎么会好看呢~?
颜色不应该让它过夜，它怕晾~，怕沾上灰~，怕黑~，怕孤独~，怕没人理它~~…，…
Oil paints are squeezed from the tin tubal. It is fresh and joyful. Without color it is depressed. If they are happy, I'm also happy. Color cannot sleep in the darkness. Their life would be delayed. Sealed is painful
Color is living, and every time when I am looking at them, there will be light appeared before my eyes, especially among different colors. Color can lure you. Seeing them you will be lured, lost, and wandered.
These are just squeezed in palette, still only original colors, they look at you, always with a wish, they don't want you ignore it, the color like to talk much with you, each cannot be snubbed, color angry, would become dry, wizened, will withered...
Painting is decreed errands, color and color to blend together, not to draw a visible something, that might be too simple, too sorry those color, the color walks all the way not for a day for two days, you may say, each color coming from its home, is all hardships. Some colors are from grinding those ancient stone, some from plant extract.
Don't let those colors dry, dry cannot be used, the colors half dry are not used, how can a person use paint residue? How could the painted picture be good-looking?
Should not let color overnight, it is afraid of cold, afraid of touching on grey, afraid of the dark, afraid of loneliness, afraid nobody manage it.