Master of Painting - The Life of Wu Huafen

Author: Dai Xiaojing
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Publish Date: 2002-12-01
Features: The works of Mr. Wu Huafen are unique in the art world, characterized by exquisite brushwork, vibrant colors, and innovative composition. He synthesized the strengths of masters from the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, infusing them with his own interpretation to create a new style. His art is meticulous, rich, luminous, elegant, and refined, with lush green and gold hues that surpass the ancients. The plants and trees are depicted in vibrant life, while mist and clouds add a sense of ethereal charm, capturing the beauty of nature in its most enchanting form. His artistic achievement is unparalleled. As Mr. Zhang Daqian remarked, "Mr. Huafen is profound and expansive in his knowledge, fusing the styles of the Song and Yuan dynasties while forging his own path. Among the painters I have known, Mr. Wu Huafen stands out as the true master." This book presents a biographical account of the master's artistic life. The remarkable success of Mr. Wu Huafen's works and his achievement in reaching such heights in art are built upon his lifelong dedication to studying traditional Chinese culture. Beyond painting, he delved deeply into literature, textual criticism, poetry, calligraphy, archaeology, appreciation, music theory, seal carving, Peking Opera, Pingtan, Go, and more. On such a rich and solid foundation, he accumulated and then unleashed his brilliance, standing out among his contemporaries.
Green grass covers the pond,
Passing Qingming, jealous spring rain,
Spring fades, people vanish.
No use to lament the falling flowers,
Heartbroken, how can one endure parting?
Endure to review scattered drafts.
One thought of longing brings another round of reading,
Heartbroken, and the heart is entangled.
A thousand words, still feel insufficient.
Half of the perilous tower, sunlight slants,
Ask when will this grievance and frustration end?
Tears dry not on the double eyes,
Off to seek sorrow and grief,
Guess the underworld knows my embrace,
Hope for the path by the Rainbow Bridge,
Sighing, green grass is swept away year after year,
Either weeping in pain or laughing wildly.