The northern mountain is blanked in cloud;
for one who hides away, it’s pleasing — perfect.
So that we could visit each other, I’ve tried to climb high;
My heart follows along, like a wild goose, to exhaustion.
I worry because of the thin dusk that comes up,
but the clear autumn prevails and you can feel it.
It’s the hour to see village people returning;
they walk on the sand, rest at the ferry landing.
At the edge of the sky, the trees look like grass;
Near the river bank is an islet shaped like the moon.
How welcome if you met me with some wine!
We’d share, intoxicated together through the autumn festival…Meng Haoran 691-740 CE
Chinese Brush Painting is all about spareness and suggestibility…a lot is left to the viewer to add…to contemplate….
Man is always under the thrall of nature…
This painting is a birds eye view of mountains, a village hidden in the hillside, a grove of trees and fishing boats, floating in the banks of clouds…an abstract vision “at the edge of the sky”
Watercolour and Inks on Fabriano Not Paper…please view large so as not to miss the details…
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