Time: 2016
Material: Oil Painting
Size: 60 × 80 cm
Artist: Xin Wang
“The clouds pour water into the river’s cup, yet they themselves withdraw into distant mountains.”
In the sky, clouds gather like clusters of cotton candy—softly piled along the horizon, tempting one to reach out and tear off a piece. At times, they become a thin veil, drifting lightly across the face of the moon.
“They come from nowhere and go nowhere.”
Such is the nature of clouds: they possess nothing, pursue nothing, and simply unfold their forms in the wind.
Time: 2016
Material: Oil Painting
Size: 60 × 80 cm
Artist: Xin Wang
“The clouds pour water into the river’s cup, yet they themselves withdraw into distant mountains.”
In the sky, clouds gather like clusters of cotton candy—softly piled along the horizon, tempting one to reach out and tear off a piece. At times, they become a thin veil, drifting lightly across the face of the moon.
“They come from nowhere and go nowhere.”
Such is the nature of clouds: they possess nothing, pursue nothing, and simply unfold their forms in the wind.