Xu Jiang

Reed, probably one of the most commonly seen plants, has been the subject matter of literary chanting for thousands of years. Here, in the matrix, one painting next to another, one shadow overlapping another, the reeds sway with their enduring vitality in the bleakness of autumn from dusk to dawn. The wintry desolation is relieved by the tenderness of the flowing water. Scene over scene, wind against wind, the nuances in brushstrokes depicts in precision the sorrow of reed in autumn, touching the soft spot in the audience.