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2016年5月28日，由中國民族藝術館常務副館長、北京旺楠盛世陽光書畫院院長、成都市旺楠藝術館館長、“北漂”書法家羅旺楠創辦的北京旺楠盛世陽光書畫院西充創作培訓基地（川北分院）在四川西充縣成立。龍西農業開發公司董事長、西充縣楊家橋度假村養老服務中心董事長賈林先生致歡迎詞。人民日報、人民網、四川報道網等數家媒體記者對在西充縣晉城鎮楊家橋度假村舉行的隆重揭牌儀式暨新聞發布會活動予以全方位報道。

中国诗书画研究院书法研究员、著名书画艺术家黄子夫，原国务院新闻办公室外事局局长赵守义，西充县文化广播影视局、西充县扶贫协会、西充县书法家协会、西充县美术家协会、川北画廊、西充县佛家协会及川内外书画艺术名家专程到现场祝贺。从西充县同德乡一步一步踏实走出的罗旺楠先生，作为“北漂书法家”，在书画领域成就不俗，长期关注西充发展建设。“回到家乡创办书画创作培训基地，就是为了进一步促进家乡书画艺术的发展，加强书画艺术家们的交流，为家乡的文化事业贡献微薄之力。”罗旺楠说，在家乡开办书画创作培训基地，旨在继承和弘扬祖国传统书画艺术，发掘书画艺术人才，搭建书画艺术交流合作平台，并成立文化扶贫基金，开展文化教育捐助。學曆提升 /

据罗旺楠介绍，该创作培训基地将积极探索将文化艺术转化为生产力，进一步促进川北书画艺术的健康蓬勃发展，提高人民群众的艺术鉴赏力。

學曆提升 /

上一篇庆祝十九大胜利召开“全国书画名家邀请展” 翰墨神游-罗旺楠书法展

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