In the hand of a master

brush seems to move of its own accord,

knows exactly how to press onto mulberry paper,
dances to unheard direction ,
swift strokes filling vacant page
natural as black branches in snowfall
or shadows on a stucco wall,
no intermission as top to bottom,
right to left, white receives black ink.



Surfaces left untouched by bamboo wand
are open field where mind can clear.



The arm in silk sleeve stops long enough
to press square stamp into red ink,
artist’s birth name in yin seal,
then add his moniker in
yang mark of completion.

 

 

(For Jung Do-jun, after demo for his exhibition A Way With Words,
Jordan Schnitzer Museum of Art, Eugene, OR   10/2006



Claudia E. Lapp   10/25/2006   

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