Master of the Art World -- The Life of Wu Huafen: The Life of Wu Huafen

Author: Dai Xiaojing
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Publication Date: 2002-12-01
Features: Mr. Wu Huafen's works stand out in the art world with their exquisite brushwork, vibrant colors, and innovative composition. He gathered the strengths of the masters from the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, infusing them with his own interpretation to create a new style. His art is refined, lush, bright, elegant, and features lush green and red hues, surpassing the ancients. The flora and fauna thrive, bathed in misty clouds, capturing the ethereal and enchanting beauty of nature, with unparalleled artistic heights. No wonder Mr. Zhang Daqian once praised him as, "Mr. Huafen is profound and vast in knowledge, fusing the styles of the Song and Yuan dynasties while forging his own unique path. Among the countless painters I have met, fair and square, Mr. Wu Huafen is the one who truly embodies the essence of painting." This book narrates the artistic life of the master in a biographical form. The remarkable achievements of Mr. Wu Huafen's works and his artistic height are built upon his lifelong dedication to the study of traditional Chinese culture. Beyond painting, he delved deeply into literature, textual criticism, poetry, calligraphy, archaeology, appreciation, music, seals and stones, Peking Opera, Pingtan, and Go, among other fields. On such a rich and solid foundation, he accumulated and then broke through, shining brightly and leading the way among his peers at the time.
The grass covers the pond, and as the Qingming Festival arrives, jealous spring winds and rain fall, leaving the lingering figure of spring. With no recourse, flowers fall, and heartbreak tears cannot be restrained. Enduringly, he reviews scattered drafts, his thoughts turning to longing, and the sorrow deepens, tying his heart in knots. A thousand words, still too few, the half-angled window of a high tower faces the setting sun, asking when this bitter resentment and solitude will end? Tears dry on his double eyes without fading, as he ponders his parting, filled with grief. He imagines the underworld must know his embrace, hoping for the path by the Rainbow Bridge, sighing that the greenery is swept away year after year. Not tears of grief, nor laughter of madness.