张江舟丨纸素为田勤笔耕 墨渖氤氲藏乾坤

His ink technique is particularly remarkable in its gradual build-up and  infiltration. The paper and silk are the fields, and the brush is the plow.  Layers of brushstrokes and texture, like the sedimentation of time, permeate  every inch, resembling the ebb and flow of the heart's emotions. The contrast  between light and dark resembles the harmonious balance of yin and yang； the  dryness and moisture complement one another, like the coexistence of hardness  and softness. The ink is not merely black and white but encompasses the changes  of all things: burnt ink like iron, solid and weighty； old ink like clouds,  mysterious and elusive. In his works, the lush ink appears to reveal the  primordial chaos； between the sparse and orderly white spaces, one can almost  hear the faint sounds of great transformations. This is not simply a display of  technical skill, but a deep connection between the heart and the ink, the spirit  and the paper.

尤可称道者，在其融古铸今之胆识。传统水墨，尚留白虚静；张氏独以彩入墨，破千年窠臼。朱蓝辉映，若霓虹贯空；黄紫交织，似星斗列汉。然艳而不俗，烈而含韵，盖因色中有墨，墨中蕴色。其作深意，尤在象外之旨。人物非徒写形，乃载哲思。或蹙眉凝目，若忧黎元疾苦；或振袖昂首，似抗命运樊笼。背景墨色混沌，隐现城池倾覆、江河逆流，此非臆造，实乃对世道之隐喻。一笔一划，俱含苍生之叹；一皴一染，皆藏天地之问。故其画非止艺也，实为心史，为世鉴，为众生立言。

What is particularly commendable is his bold integration of the old with  the new. Traditional ink painting often leaves white space to suggest  tranquility； Zhang, however, breaks with millennia of tradition by incorporating  color into ink, creating a new visual language. The interplay of red and blue  shines like a rainbow stretching across the sky； the combination of yellow and  purple resembles the stars of the Milky Way. Yet his use of color is neither  gaudy nor superficial； it is intense yet full of meaning, because within the  colors is ink, and within the ink is color. His works convey profound meaning,  especially in what lies beyond the surface. The figures do not merely depict  shapes but carry philosophical reflections. Some furrow their brows and fix  their gaze, as if contemplating the suffering of the people； others raise their  sleeves and lift their heads, as if defying the cage of fate. The chaotic ink in  the background hints at collapsing cities and rivers flowing backward. This is  not mere imagination, but a metaphor for the state of the world. Each stroke and  each layer of ink contains the sighs of the people； every texture and tint  carries the questions of the universe. Therefore, his paintings are not just  works of art but histories of the heart, reflections on the world, and a voice  for all beings.