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JIANG ZHAOSHEN (CHIANG CHAOSHEN) 1925-1996 | LANDSCAPE
Estimate
3,000 - 5,000 USD
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Description
- Jiang Zhaoshen (Chiang Chaoshen)
- LANDSCAPE
- ink and color on paper, hanging scroll
- 69.5 by 34.5 cm. 27 3/8 by 13 5/8 in.
signed Jiaoyuan Jiang Zhaoshen, dated jiyou (1969), winter, with a dedication to Frances Chew (1945-2017), and one seal of the artist, ling ou guan
Condition
- Overall in good condition.
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:
Verdant peaks thrust into the edge of heaven; forests at the foothills are lit by the sun and shrouded in mist. I am like a singing woodcutter, seated in a fur jacket and listening to a spring.
Verdant peaks thrust into the edge of heaven; forests at the foothills are lit by the sun and shrouded in mist. I am like a singing woodcutter, seated in a fur jacket and listening to a spring.