That summer we lost our beacon, We drifted on the vast, turbulent sea, we are so lonesome! We cried every morning. At night we searched for Sirius, the brightest on the horizon. We drank to oblivion. We fell and dreamt of our kingdom. Far, far away… No home, No friends, The lonely travelers kept going. … Read More
Jin Dynasty (265–420 AD) renowned Chinese calligrapher Wang Xizhi 王羲之 used to say he learned his calligraphy style from observing the swan swimming in the pond. The mystery, elegance, and freedom of the bird’s movement are fascinating! Iridescent acrylic purple colors on gessoed canvas. Birds’ Migration. 26 x 48 in.
The luminous, poetic, clear autumn light, the transitional time and sentiment of seasons. All things happened and still happening. “All is flux. Nothing stays still,” – a fragment from the writings of the ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus. Painting, acrylic on wood, two panels, each is 24 x 12 in. Autumn Light
The magical moonlight is shining on the ground, on the sea, on the cityscape. The gentle, soothing light always keeps its equanimity. Rich and poor, thick and thin, time after time it remains the same. The compassionate moonlight shines on everyone. Painting, acrylic on paper, 45 x 45 in. Moonlight
Knowing that all are impermanent, transient, my heart is tender like an ocean that holds everything. What remains will be the stars, the wind, the echo in the air, the flickering light reflections on the water… All are forgivable, but not forgettable. My heart is like an ocean holds the everlasting love. Painting, oil on … Read More
Without regret they fall and scatter… cherry blossoms Haiku by Kobayashi Issa Painting, acrylic on canvas, 28 x 54 in. Sakura Time
Live long, live short, It doesn’t matter. The mind continues. “The time is an illusion,” wise people said that. I look into my life, life before, life ahead, The rich, dreamy experiences of coming and going. All is in flux. All is transitory. The profound consciousness remains. Tell me how to cut the water of … Read More
The powerful, forgiving, loving trees breathe in the refreshing and vivid air. Life, vitality, energy, all sustained by the loving trees. Painting here: The Loving Tree, acrylic on canvas. 48 x 48 inches The Loving Tree
Life is like a rich golden river keeps flowing with all happy and sad, ups and downs. With all the sorrow and joy, I am in love with it. I am grateful. Painting here: Golden River, acrylic on paper. 128 x 30 inchesGolden River
Buckets of Rain Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand I got all the love, honey baby You can stand I been meek And hard like an oak I seen pretty people disappear like smoke Friends will arrive, friends will disappear … Read More