Acrylic Painting
 
60 × 60 cm 
 
The beauty of the grasslands is an expansive beauty, a vast and magical beauty, a beauty that allows one to empty the self. Who wouldn’t want to see the boundless grasslands, to ride a swift horse and run across them? Surely, the ancients felt the same way.
 
“The sky is blue, the fields vast; the wind blows, and the grass bends low, revealing the cattle and sheep.” — Wang Wei, “On the Frontier”
 
“The grass on the plain grows and withers with each passing year. Wildfires cannot burn it all away; spring winds bring it back to life.” — Bai Juyi,
 
“Farewell to the Ancient Grasslands”
 
“As I gaze into the high blue sky, the jade dragon curls with grace. Endless green surrounds the sheep herds; a horse gallops, singing, drunk beneath the blue night.” — “Poem of the Grasslands”
 
With each stroke layered upon the last, the harmony of blue skies and green earth emerges. In the swaying wind, one can almost see the vast grasslands behind the scene. The feelings expressed in the ancient poetry—farewell, grandeur, longing for green hills and waters, passion, and leisurely sentiment—spread across the grasslands.