The world is recreated by the brush of ink
the ground whereon it moves is liquid emptiness
I am therefore I paint (I paint therefore I think)
long flows the line spanning the height of happiness
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for Wang Linhai
(whose Xiang Shan-area studio in
Beijing we visited last night)
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Friday, July 13, 2007
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