Lot 694
  • 694

Wen Jia 1501-1583

Estimate
35,000 - 45,000 USD
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Description

  • Wen Jia
  • LIVING ALONE IN A THATCHED HUT
  • ink and color on gold paper, fan leaf, framed
signed Wen Jia, dated xinyou (1561), the last day of the second lunar month, with one seal of the artist, xiu cheng

Condition

- Overall in good condition except for a few minor paper loss on the middle top area and middle left edge, as seen in the illustration. - The actual colors appear to be less goldish and more intense than that of the illustration.
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Catalogue Note

Artists' inscriptions:
Yisun: A myriad mountains and peaks surround the trees, the Daoist retreat perched on rocky cliffs, covered with jasper mossy vegetation. Rising late in a languid spring afternoon, who is the one coming from outside with a zither in his arms?
Yunwen:  Under the shade of trees, among the plants, a temple at the riverside is clear in sight, on a lone pathway, the young gentleman Mr. Jiang walking along, after thousands of years, dense, thick landscape has accumulated and covered the entire surroundings, making it hard to search for the spring where the elixir water runs and flows.
Heng: Atop the lofty pine trees, white clouds wander and linger, the lone mountain peaks open up the sky in all directions; Joyfully reciting the heavenly Ode of Buxu as slanting rays of light pierce through the mountains, entering the lone humble thatch.
Shixing: North to Gushan Temple, west to Jia Pavilion, with level river water and calming clouds, morning warblers here and there racing to awake the sleeping valleys, some visiting swallows peck the spring putty to build their nests; blooming flowers blow all around, luring people's sight and mind, burgeoning grass may still submerge the legs of traveling steeds; [I] adore the area east of the lakeside, a spot folks rarely visit, where under the shade of green willows the white sanded dyke is in sight. [Composed] when promenading at the lake