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Paintings are accompanied by the author's poems. Translated into English by Andrey Kneller

Painting on Xuan paper, 84 x 60 cm, 2005




There, day and dusk were cut in half,

       And light revealed its face.


The kind merchant lit the pot

       And couldn’t move his gaze.


Nature revealed its art-form as if

       Tomorrow the sun wouldn’t rise.


The poet, trembling like a leaf,

       Admired the brightening skies.


And each grew quiet, expecting their sun

       To rise to their delight,


The merchant watched the boiling pot,

       The poet saw the light.

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