- 736
Zhang Daqian, Ma Yifu 1899-1983, 1883-1967
Estimate
60,000 - 80,000 USD
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Description
- Zhang Daqian, Ma Yifu
- MOUNTAIN DWELLING AFTER JU RAN, CALLIGRAPHY IN RUNNING SCRIPT
- ink and color on paper, fan leaf, a pair
signed Daqian Zhang Yuan, inscribed "imitating Juran’s Mountain Dwelling for my respected friend Yaojie’s strict correction", and two seals of the artist, zhang yuan, da qian; signed Juan'sou, with a dedication, and one seal of the artist, juan sou
Condition
- Overall in good condition except some minor stain spots.
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 inscription:
The clear sky is without wind or rain; a pure air lingers in the garden.
As the night turns quiet, I sit in my pavilion sounding my green zither.
The clouds part to reveal the northern moon; the pavilion is bathed in the shadow of the southern mountain.
The long-robed people being absent, I chant by myself a traveler’s song.
The clear sky is without wind or rain; a pure air lingers in the garden.
As the night turns quiet, I sit in my pavilion sounding my green zither.
The clouds part to reveal the northern moon; the pavilion is bathed in the shadow of the southern mountain.
The long-robed people being absent, I chant by myself a traveler’s song.