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Song Cao 1620-1701
Estimate
40,000 - 60,000 USD
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Description
- Song Cao
- POEM IN CURSIVE SCRIPT
- ink on satin, hanging scroll
signed Song Cao, with a dedication, and with three seals of the artist, dong hai chen cao, zhong shu zhi zhang, hui qiu tang
Condition
- Overall in good condition, except some wormholes along the top right edge, the longest one measuring 1.5 x 0.2 cm.
- The ink color of the actual piece is much intense than that of the illustration.
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:
Frost yellows the jade parasol tree where the white crane rests, and the bird's calls strike the city walls over and again. As a guest I enter under a clear moon, and the frigid wind beats against the houses. At the southern ford laurel trees line the water where a boat paddles by the watchtower, resembling so many drums returning along the Qin River. I have lived half a century yet I am full of dissatisfactions, and tomorrow I will watch the clouds as I return to my meandering. Disciple Song Cao wrote this for Liexian, his brother in the Way.
Frost yellows the jade parasol tree where the white crane rests, and the bird's calls strike the city walls over and again. As a guest I enter under a clear moon, and the frigid wind beats against the houses. At the southern ford laurel trees line the water where a boat paddles by the watchtower, resembling so many drums returning along the Qin River. I have lived half a century yet I am full of dissatisfactions, and tomorrow I will watch the clouds as I return to my meandering. Disciple Song Cao wrote this for Liexian, his brother in the Way.