推开孟翔坤位于十七层顶楼的工作室房门,她一身白裙迎出来,笑容柔和婉约,话语甜美亲切,宛若记忆里的邻家姐姐,让人感觉一见如故。打量她的工作室,沙发上放着印有牡丹的蓝色靠垫,茶桌上铺着印有出水莲的蓝色桌旗,花瓶里插着布艺的蓝色玫瑰,四周雪白的墙上高低错落地挂着不同的画,那深深浅浅细腻的蓝色,其实都是蜡染的艺术品,无关纸墨。尤其是那幅 Open Meng Xiangkun is located in the studio on the seventeenth floor of the top floor of the studio, she was a white dress welcoming, smiling soft and graceful, sweet and cordial discourse, just like the memory of the neighbor sister, people feel the same. Looked at her studio, the sofa was placed on a blue cushion printed with peonies, blue tea table printed on the table with the blue lotus flag, cloth in the vase of blue roses, surrounded by white walls of the patchwork Hanging with different paintings, that deep, delicate blue, in fact, are batik artwork, nothing to do with paper ink. Especially that one