- 603
Jiang Chaobin (active 17th century)
Estimate
5,000 - 8,000 USD
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Description
- Jiang Chaobin
- POEM IN CURSIVE SCRIPT
- ink on silk, hanging scroll
signed Jiang Chaobin, with two seals of the artist, jiang chao bin yin and ru jian fu
Condition
- Silk bears a tanning tone due to age.
- Creases, scratch marks and restorations can be found all over the calligraphy, which can also be spotted out in the illustration.
- Mounting is likely to be done in 1930s, which significantly stabilized the artwork.
In response to your inquiry, we are pleased to provide you with a general report of the condition of the property described above. Since we are not professional conservators or restorers, we urge you to consult with a restorer or conservator of your choice who will be better able to provide a detailed, professional report. Prospective buyers should inspect each lot to satisfy themselves as to condition and must understand that any statement made by Sotheby's is merely a subjective qualified opinion.
NOTWITHSTANDING THIS REPORT OR ANY DISCUSSIONS CONCERNING CONDITION OF A LOT, ALL LOTS ARE OFFERED AND SOLD "AS IS" IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE CONDITIONS OF SALE PRINTED IN THE CATALOGUE.
In response to your inquiry, we are pleased to provide you with a general report of the condition of the property described above. Since we are not professional conservators or restorers, we urge you to consult with a restorer or conservator of your choice who will be better able to provide a detailed, professional report. Prospective buyers should inspect each lot to satisfy themselves as to condition and must understand that any statement made by Sotheby's is merely a subjective qualified opinion.
NOTWITHSTANDING THIS REPORT OR ANY DISCUSSIONS CONCERNING CONDITION OF A LOT, ALL LOTS ARE OFFERED AND SOLD "AS IS" IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE CONDITIONS OF SALE PRINTED IN THE CATALOGUE.
Catalogue Note
Artist's inscription:
This morning my studio has become cold, suddenly I think of the guest of the mountains. Collecting branches at the base of the stream, and returning to boil his bare rocks. I want to take up a ladle of wine, to comfort him from afar in the winds and rains of dusk. Dead leaves fill the empty mountains, where do I look for traces of him?
This morning my studio has become cold, suddenly I think of the guest of the mountains. Collecting branches at the base of the stream, and returning to boil his bare rocks. I want to take up a ladle of wine, to comfort him from afar in the winds and rains of dusk. Dead leaves fill the empty mountains, where do I look for traces of him?