On An Exhibition
On An ExhibitionÂ
And there was a most wonderful, majestic, stately mountain surrounded by dark, heavy, angry clouds, a grand painting in the traditional Chinese style. But on the exhibition was also a little Chinese “picture”: perhaps a weed with a tiny single flower, so tender, so modest, so pure, so cherishing … Â
That was what the painter saw: unlimited beauty, even in what is small, unnoticed, so common, an ordinary sight for our eyes. Just a few strokes of his brush were eloquent enough to render this.
