Three acquaintances of mine are artists in someway. All of them have no marks on Chinese art scene now.
Mr.A was a nationalist army major, an art editor of a national magazine later. He was relegated to a small city. He could not be assigned to a university because he is a womanizer, even his daughter did not escape his prey and drowned in a reervoir may for this sake. He has skill but no, say a soul that required. Died at the age of 67, he did not get his wife's pardon.
Now look at the younger generations. Both B and C were benefited by me and ignored me after they got their goal. Unlike A, they have no substantial talent, but are buried in oblivion by standard of a successful artist, same as Mr.A. A single word can be described for them as 浮.What they pursued are fame and profit instead of investing of arduous labor and devotion to the right course.
Yes, I share sort of this weakness. Even I am aware of my achievement obtained in a relatively adverse condition, I need to look at these mirrors to remind me for overcoming my shortcoming.
