Today the sun came out. The riverside was crowded with old men flying kits, students on rented bicycles, farmers cutting grass with sickles. In the boat yards a man was painting over primer with a dark plum color.
Again, oil on glue sized paper with charcoal under-drawing.
It's pretty rare that I see art that makes me really happy. When I saw these paintings by my nephew, I felt instantly reassured that someone was in pursuit of the same things as myself. I was so taken by them that I payed no attention to the email that came along with them. I wrote to my sister saying that I would gladly exchange paintings with her son--if it was ok with her. She wrote back saying that the boy had agreed. I told her that I would send him a picture of a boat, as that is what I have been painting as of late.
This evening I went to look at them again, and read more carefully the email:
"They are 'ships with wheels' do you see it? huh,huh? I don't but that's what Fraedrich says they are. We are on day 3 of snow days...almost out of water colors."
Day two down at the Jialing went surprisingly well. The first painting (top) turned out much better than I anticipated going in. It is the more subtle of the two despite the pink slope in the foreground. The second is a painting of 6 coal boats abandoned for the Spring Festival.