Gulistan Art 古丽·斯坦

Gulistan’s Art Notes

I have a lot of notebooks that have become one of the most essential parts in my creations. They keep track of any inspiration that has unexpectedly encountered me. The track of my thoughts and the journey of my mind are quietly kept inside these notebooks without amazing sights and sounds. I have been searching for the meanings behind the “plot” during the time when some plain sentences are written down. I have been looking for enlightenment of some “essence” closely related to my life. On every sunny day, it is such great delight to create and display its face and intrinsic nature. I try to use all my passion and reason to seize its art. The spring of art has irrigated my soul. I use the eye of my soul to gaze upon art so that its power can grow inside me and guide me thorough the journey. When my painting seeks the hints that are sparkling in my memory, the quality of art gradually comes out with spirituality. I have been used to relish the imprints in my life journey since I devoted myself to doing everything I enjoyed doing casually and naturally with fulfillment. The keynotes of my life are also gradually coming out in the process of keeping these notes. These notebooks have captured my memory for everyday life in their own way. Sometimes I couldn’t help wondering about things behind what I write, what I keep, and what I draw. These actions under certain circumstances are capable enough for me to think over and over. My so-called “diary/creation notes” has/have provided me with plenty of room for self-reflection upon words, images, music, and my thoughts.

 _{When I see the images, some memory comes back to me at once. I like to review these notebooks every some other time or every couple of years. These notebooks full of nature, relaxation, amicability often enable me to be true to myself. Memory puzzles, drafts, subjective and realistic gaze, poems, creative thoughts…}

These notebooks quietly keep track of everything, ranging from journals, daily schedule, plans, sketches, observations, reviews, and trivial truth of subjectivity. All of these are integration between art and data that greatly reflect my thinking tracks and mind journey. This is how the keynote forms my own rhythm and then turns into my creations. However, I do not think these notes can serve only as the goal of creation; instead, they are different forms of substance in the process of my creation, which has intrinsically affected me by degrees. The pages and essences on display will guide me in my mind journey. They are history, poems, melody, discourse, and life, as both the process and work itself. I find my art notes varied and casual, but they are filled with liveliness by keeping track of everything around me. Thus, there comes my attitude taking shape in these notes.

《敏感的琴弦》

2001年9月4日 郑州-敦煌

天晴了
星星来了
山睡了
沙漠，戈壁也睡了
石头也睡了
月亮西斜了一幅意兴阑珊的样子
爬在中铺看着风景
沉静的风景还给我陡现的天光
流动的视线
跳跃的喜悦
随着梦境中的火车闪现
饱满的山坡
是那么的全然
没有太多地东西
却毫不迟疑的向我心灵内移—内移—

乘着中巴，在静悄悄的路上
马路累了，疲倦了
在黑夜中静静地入睡了
一排排的小树手拉着手走进梦乡
我推开车窗深深地呼吸着
黑夜里，我的幻想的羽翼便从车窗飞出
去寻找那彩色的世界
戈壁滩—地平线—
地平线——戈壁滩——

–古丽·斯坦

Sensitive Chords

2001.9.4. On a trip from Zhengzhou to Dunhuang

It became sunny
There came stars
Mountains fall asleep
The desert and Gobi fall asleep too
Stones fall asleep
The moon turned to the west in a way of laziness
Beholding the scenery in the middle bench
The silent scene gives me back to the suddenly-appearing skylight
The floating eyesight
With the advent of a train in the dream
A full slope
Is so complete
With few attachments
Move straightly into my soul—inside my soul

On the mini bus, I traveled in the silent road
The road tired
Quietly falling asleep in the dark night
Little trees hand in hand come into the dreamland
I push open the window of the bus and breathe deeply
In the dark night, my dreaming wings flew out of the window
Looking for a color world
Gobi and the horizontal line—
Gobi and the horizontal line—

— Gulistan

《心象》

人类逃不出时间和空间所编结的轮回之花
但是心灵可以放飞
关于时间
关于空间
关于人类的心灵空间
并列在一起形成”音符系列”
然后进行对”存在”的追问
不仅仅是时间，还是空间，而是在可变的时间，空间环境中人的存在的心灵空间

对空间的渗透大大地有助于我的创作
我在寻找一种形态—寻找”自我”
空间还有神灵在环绕着我，我被包容在其中
我试图用我的绘画表达，但却不尽能够
需要音乐和诗歌注入它更多的灵魂旋律

我在自己的生活和艺术中寻找—寻找—
我在寻找驱使我进行的心灵旅行
我通过绘画、音乐、舞蹈、文字表达着
在这个变幻的空间里，用我的心灵去寻找着智慧
这是我力量的源泉，是我心灵的力量
我希望心灵的自由能走的更远— 更远—
延伸到空间—去呼吸—去寻找我创作的旋律

色彩是我的精神观念，它隶属于光
星星是我的眼睛，去为寻找圣洁的”光晕”
亨利·卢梭那古老的梦幻常常带我到上帝身边
我愿进入梦乡，去旅行—去旅行
游移于绘画、音乐、诗歌和舞蹈之间
我描绘着那不知疲倦的音乐的心
安静的望着乔托
在古老的壁画中收集着心灵的宁静
巴哈音乐圣洁的灵魂指引着我的心灵
我在喧哗的路途中找到了安静

画面的转换，打散的说话方式及被统帅的无意识带我进入状态去寻找方式
跳跃的喜悦向我心灵内移—内移—
石头睡了
记忆与憧憬交叉的路口，敏感的琴弦
被温暖地弹拨着—
灵感一片金黄

在每一个阳光灿烂的日子里
创作是一种愉悦
展示着它的面容，它的内在本质
和它神秘的灵魂
是我全部的激情和所有的理智去抓住那种艺术
它从自然中喷发出来
支撑我的心灵深处
我无法呼吸
我学会了控制这种创造力
我在下意识锻炼控制这种创造力
我用我心灵的眼睛看一切
使这种力量在我体内发生作用
并引导我

我靠的是热爱
对自己身心的放射
对能量的把握
与心灵共舞之后出现的”自由状态”
在感动，感性后在一定理性沉淀下出现的”自由状态”
透过一些符号，规则让我看到更多的明亮，更多的世界，更多的美丽
我在跳跃的音符上入睡，感觉，构思，推理，欢笑
天地间大气的精灵与我已同共舞飞翔
来自心灵的色彩经久不灭
去寻找天空中最优美的静静的云朵
那么细腻
我想画那些流动的、静止的、集合的、散落的、燃烧的以及沉思的云
但我怕都不能够准确

阳光是那么的眩目
它们是那么的纯粹
我真是不想走出这些”记忆的天空”
遥远的回忆弥漫着——
饱满的山坡
是那么的全然
没有太多的东西
却毫不迟疑地向我心灵内移，内移
历史悠久，但你和它之间没有距离，你可以随意触摸它

每天似乎变得清晰
没有惊人的景象和声音
空气里要多安静有多安静
失去记忆的音乐
在偷偷的张望
躺在粉笔盒里的粉笔
发出星星般的叹息

音乐在运动
言词在运动
在时间中运动
然后慢慢进入寂静
古老的镜子
凝固
移动
旋转
晕眩
照片可以轻而易举地模仿这个混淆的世界
绘画找到了那被照亮的线索
作为艺术家将生活中的这些东西采集起来
这样艺术家就完成了他的作品

平淡的句子问世的日子里
我们在寻找”情节”背后的蕴涵
在寻找和我自己的生命息息相关的某种”真谛”性质的启迪
心灵的守护神
在灰色的空气中摇摆
旧的祈祷在飘落
更多的明亮和美丽弥漫在迷雾的空气里

–古丽·斯坦

The Shape of My Psyche

Humans cannot escape from the flower of transmigration woven by time and void.
But the soul can take off
Something about time
Something about void
About the void inside the soul of a human
Stay along side by side to construct “a series of musical notes”
Thus initiate the intensive quest of “existence”

Having bathed in the void helps me greatly to paint
I am seeking a state and a shape—seeking the very “ego”
The void and the gods surround me; I am in the middle of them—
I try to express with my painting, but the expression is not complete
Music and poetry are needed to fill the work more and more with the melody of the human psyche

I seek in the life and art of mine—I am seeking
Looking for the drive that makes the trip of the soul come true
I express through painting, music, dance, and words
My soul always pursues wisdom in the ever-changing world
It is the source of my power, the power of my soul
I hope that the freedom of my heart will travel further—
Extended to the vast space—to breathe—to find out the melody of my creation

Color is my spiritual concept. It belongs to the light
Stars are my eyes; they are looking for the “holy halo”
Henry Rousseau’s old dream often brings me to the side of god
I am willing to fall in the dreaming land, to travel—to travel
I move between painting, music, poetry and dance
I depict the restless heart of music
Staring at Giotto quietly
Collecting the peace of soul in the ancient fresco
The holy spirit of Bach’s music guides my soul
I’ve found quietness in the way of chaos

The shift of pictures, the sheltered way of speech and dominated unconsciousness bring me into the searching of the method
The happiness of jumping moves towards the inner side of my soul
Stones fall asleep
The crossroad of memory and longing, sensitive chords
Were flirted kindly—
Inspiration turns golden

During the days when the sunshine was bright
Creation equals happiness
Its facial appearance was shown, and the inner being
And the mysterious soul
They are a kind of art I grasped with all my passion and all my sense
It broke forth from nature
And supports my deep soul
I could not take a breath
I learned to control this kind of creative power
I watched around with the eyes of the psyche
Let the power come to work inside me
And guide me

I depend on my love
The love radiates through my body and my heart
The love that holds energy
The “state of freedom” comes after the dance with the soul
The freedom that comes under the touch, under the sensitivity and certain precipitation of reason
Though some signs, the rules cause me to find more brightness, more warmth, and more beauty
I fall asleep; I fall, compile, reason, and laugh on the bouncing musical notes—
The sprite of the sky and the vast land are flying with me
The color that comes from the soul lasts and lasts
In order to seek the most beautiful calm cloud in the sky
So delicate
I am thinking to paint the floating, stilled, congregating, sheltered, burning and contemplating clouds
But I am afraid of being imprecise

The sunlight is so brilliant
It is so pure
I am not willing to walk away from this “sky of memory”
The distant memories permeate—
Full slope
So complete
With few other things
But they move toward my inner heart without hesitation
History is long, but there is no distance between you and history; it can be touched at any time

Every day becomes vivid
There’s no surprising scene or voice
Enough quietness in the air, you may ask for more
The music that lost memories
Is watching discreetly to the outside
The chalk that lies in the box
Is sighing like stars

Music is moving
Letters are moving
Moving in the middle of time
Then they come into silence
Ancient mirror
Frozen
Move
Whirl
Dazzle
Photos easily imitate the chaotic world
Painting finds the enlightened clue
As an artist he collects these things from life
Then his work is complete

The days when plain words are published
We are seeking the meaning behind the “story”
Seeking the enlightenment of “essence”, related to my life
The patron saint of soul
Swing in the grey air
Old prayers are falling—
More brightness and beauty saturate the air with fog

— Gulistan