Being an painter has been my dream since I was a little girl. I started painting when I was four years old, and I used to paint by sitting in a small wood bench. I love to paint something that I could feel beautiful from bottom of my heart. Now the wood bench in my childhood is almost disappeared, and I remember that I saw it once in a hutong when an senior man pushed his three-wheel wagon, which loaded several benches. I was touched as it aroused my memory. However, those benches looked so roughly-made that could not compare with the one stayed in my mind. Luckily, I continue painting that I would never feel tired of, and pursuing it in a deeper comprehension. Sometimes I still enjoy sitting in the bench and painting.

 

My daughter was four years old in 2009. One day, she suddenly approached me and told me seriously: “Mum, I have a dream. My dream is blue, and I wanted to be a big painter.” Is it a life circulation?

 

I have been contemplating that only love and passion are not enough to an artist. Should one walk further or longer when he or she could tolerate the suffering, and be able to live a simple and solitude life.                  

-written by Aiting at home in Hepingli, Beijing in Dec.2009

                               

“Aiting establishes her painting lauguage without anxiety or obstacle. Painting is the unique way of her expression, which is comfortably extended, truthful, relaxing and harmonious. Despite the color, shape or its own emotion, the painting gradually delivers her true feeling to the viewer, though they are still under exploration.”

-excerpt from Lu Hong’s < Aiting: Painting is Life——It is an ability to keep passion of creativity>