遗弃的土墙屋 2015

王新福’s painting in an unknown year is a thick impasto of ochre, sienna, and white. I can imagine him wrestling with the image, scraping and smearing and building up a crusty surface. The ochre strokes pull you in, like the earth itself is rising to meet you. It's not just a picture; it's a terrain. I wonder if he started with thinner washes, then felt compelled to lay it on thick, to really feel the weight and texture of the subject matter. It reminds me a little of Van Gogh’s late paintings, where the paint becomes almost sculptural. There's a real tension between representation and abstraction here. The marks are so physical, so present, but they also evoke something beyond themselves: a place, a memory, a feeling. The abandoned house is in there somewhere. Maybe the act of painting is a kind of preservation, a way to hold onto what's slipping away.