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#ChineseArt #painting #lotus #duck
#ChineseArt #painting #lotus #duck
"Each stroke is like an iron wire, with beginnings and endings, rhythm and emotion. It also carries a sense of openness and simplicity, reminiscent of Tang Dynasty small-script calligraphy, inviting endless exploration."
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"Each stroke is like an iron wire, with beginnings and endings, rhythm and emotion. It also carries a sense of openness and simplicity, reminiscent of Tang Dynasty small-script calligraphy, inviting endless exploration."
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#art #chinesePaintings #mythology
#art #chinesePaintings #mythology
A scene of flowing streams and winding paths, adorned in silvery white, stretching profoundly toward the heavens.
#painting #snow #landscape #chineseArt #winter
A scene of flowing streams and winding paths, adorned in silvery white, stretching profoundly toward the heavens.
#painting #snow #landscape #chineseArt #winter
Lan Ying, "Crimson Peaks and Red Trees," Ming Dynasty (1368–1644).
Although inspired by Zhang Sengyou, this boneless technique in landscape painting was an innovation by Lan Ying himself.
#ChineseArt #landscape #maple #mountain
Lan Ying, "Crimson Peaks and Red Trees," Ming Dynasty (1368–1644).
Although inspired by Zhang Sengyou, this boneless technique in landscape painting was an innovation by Lan Ying himself.
#ChineseArt #landscape #maple #mountain
#mountain #landscape #chineseArt #painting
#mountain #landscape #chineseArt #painting
Luoshen is the daughter of Fuxi (also spelled as Mixi) in Chinese #mythology. After drowning in the Luo River, she became the goddess of the Luo River and is also regarded as the goddess of beauty in Chinese culture.
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Luoshen is the daughter of Fuxi (also spelled as Mixi) in Chinese #mythology. After drowning in the Luo River, she became the goddess of the Luo River and is also regarded as the goddess of beauty in Chinese culture.
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#bird #chinesePainting #art
#bird #chinesePainting #art
"After failing in my appeals, I pack up my books and return home,
Riding my donkey as usual toward the verdant hills.
Face weathered by wind, frost, and dusty travels,
I face my mountain wife, who has only a threadbare cloak."
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"The mountain is empty and silent, no human voice is heard,
A few cries of resting birds after the spring rain."
— Tang Yin (inscription)
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"The mountain is empty and silent, no human voice is heard,
A few cries of resting birds after the spring rain."
— Tang Yin (inscription)
#art #painting #chineseArt