Melding with cobalt The hint of white paper beneath. Black is the primal ground, there is revelation here……
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We do not have to understand the swirls of black ink…, We just respond to them…..
Holding the same brush Using the same ink Whether an imaginary landscape Or a poem The artist cannot approach nature As other Than a concept An abstraction in black and white
Painting in black ink carving white paper Like a plow cutting through a field of white revealing all the colors, moods and emotions that lie beneath. Some say the color white is a combination of all color And black...
“Black is the absence of all color You can’t mix it from paint You have to fabricate it, Out of burnt bones or burnt pine, soot Black is hue, when you work with hues only a black and white...
“The major decisions in the process of painting, are on the ground of truth not taste…. you follow the dictates of your passions, and it is only by giving yourself up completely to the medium that one find oneself...
Ink is a presentation of passions after the fact. There is the stark and bitter recognition that something has happened and nothing can alter its having happened, like the black marks made by lightning strikes on a tree.
Ink has a depth rarely seen in art or nature It shines, glows, moves and imposes itself on the spectator, the work and the artist. It does what the artist asks: a projection of his total self
Continuing to read through the poems of Xu Wei, the swashbuckler, poet and painter of the late Ming Dynasty, I came across this poem: Brandishing short sword and pistol, we surround them at dusk A cold wind blows the...
My friend Sun Shi Lun gave me a book of poems by the late Ming painter Xu Wei徐渭. I have always been a fan of his paintings, beautiful ink lotus leaves, a melody in shades of grey and black....