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AN INSCRIBED LACQUERED BAMBOO BRUSHPOT, SIGNED ZHUSHAN QING DYNASTY, JIAQING / DAOGUANG PERIOD
Description
- lacquered bamboo
Condition
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Catalogue Note
The blossoms resemble those of the jinhua
And the leaves are just like those of hibiscus.
A five foot high railing cannot conceal it all
But still leaves half of it for people to see.
[Jinhua is the Rose of Sharon. The poem, about the hollyhock, is anonymous but often quoted in late traditional and modern sources. The locus classicus seems to be Jiang Yigui (active 1578-1598), Yaoshan tang waiji (Siku quanshu cunmu congshe ed.), 100:1b.
Peach blossom reds and pear whites all now once again new,
How good to pass before these blossoms for they indeed give one pleasure.
But know as the east brings them so does the west take them away,
And only for a short is spring allowed to play all over the garden.
The third and fourth poems were composed by the prominent painter and calligrapher Zheng Xie (1693-1766), better known by his sobriquet Banqiao. Titled Inscribed on One Stalk of Bamboo Extending Off the Paper and Cut Boughs of Orchids respectively, they can be translated as follows:
No wonder the painter loves the bizarre and unusual,
For here a bamboo stalk rises to the sky going I know not where.
If made to stand good and proper at the base of a wall,
It will caress the clouds and hold up the sun
for who knows how long!
I often paint this epitome of the spring breeze, something beyond price,
One spray of bluish-green brings with it an entire bough of beauty,
Evoking in mind’s eye the dawning sun and birds in a wood,
And holding within it intense longing for days of the second month.