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Lu Zhi 1496-1575
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20,000 - 40,000 USD
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Description
- Lu Zhi
- CALLIGRAPHY IN RUNNING SCRIPT
- ink on gold paper, fan leaf, framed
signed Lu Zhi, dated xinwei (1571), the second day of the first lunar month, inscribed, with a dedication, with two seals of the artist, lu zhi zhi yin, lu zhi shu ping, and two collectors' seals, wan liu zhen shang, cang mi an jian shang zhang
Provenance
Christie's New York, Classical Chinese Paintings and Calligraphy, May 1991, lot 39
Catalogue Note
Artist's Inscriptions:
On Lichun, on the second day of the first month in the xinwei year (1571), as snow fell outside, I wrote four poems to match my guest's rhymes.
First: Although winter was exhausted this morning, the snow still brings chills. Even if the constellations have indeed shifted, it is as if the armillary sphere is off the mark. As a new year begins one should behave properly; the presentation of auspicious signs is appropriate to this time. Bronze bells and chimes sound from afar, inspiring the entire world to rejoice.
Second: In the withering snow I hurried to the city against gust after gust of headwind. The dense mountain peaks are ringed by white parapets, and the flat areas carpeted by snow dust. The silver sea is bright across a thousand miles, and the towers cover ten thousand houses. This flying snow is truly sent from heaven--do not take it as an illusion!
Third: As the ashes in the clouds begin to stir, ten thousand trees and flowers bloom in a sudden. Midnight seems not to be night; the moon seems to flower. The good omens for farming have been confirmed. The one flipping through the Yijing lets his mind wander. As I write, the night quickly passes by, and I hardly notice that my characters have veered off to one side.
Fourth: At daybreak as the snowfall stops. From my perch I see a landscape of mystery. Strange peaks emerge from the sea; the earth and the sky are conjoined. Village houses disappear as the landscape turns, blocked by low-hanging branches. Gazing afar, I am filled with boundless feelings. Leaning on my staff, I listen for the Heavenly Chicken.
Master Yiquan's departure for Haiyu in the first month is 'riding the dragon as the year begins.' Above I have written four feeble poems to seek his instruction. They are merely to express my longing. Lu Zhi bows again.
On Lichun, on the second day of the first month in the xinwei year (1571), as snow fell outside, I wrote four poems to match my guest's rhymes.
First: Although winter was exhausted this morning, the snow still brings chills. Even if the constellations have indeed shifted, it is as if the armillary sphere is off the mark. As a new year begins one should behave properly; the presentation of auspicious signs is appropriate to this time. Bronze bells and chimes sound from afar, inspiring the entire world to rejoice.
Second: In the withering snow I hurried to the city against gust after gust of headwind. The dense mountain peaks are ringed by white parapets, and the flat areas carpeted by snow dust. The silver sea is bright across a thousand miles, and the towers cover ten thousand houses. This flying snow is truly sent from heaven--do not take it as an illusion!
Third: As the ashes in the clouds begin to stir, ten thousand trees and flowers bloom in a sudden. Midnight seems not to be night; the moon seems to flower. The good omens for farming have been confirmed. The one flipping through the Yijing lets his mind wander. As I write, the night quickly passes by, and I hardly notice that my characters have veered off to one side.
Fourth: At daybreak as the snowfall stops. From my perch I see a landscape of mystery. Strange peaks emerge from the sea; the earth and the sky are conjoined. Village houses disappear as the landscape turns, blocked by low-hanging branches. Gazing afar, I am filled with boundless feelings. Leaning on my staff, I listen for the Heavenly Chicken.
Master Yiquan's departure for Haiyu in the first month is 'riding the dragon as the year begins.' Above I have written four feeble poems to seek his instruction. They are merely to express my longing. Lu Zhi bows again.