In my three-year journey across China, a land of vastly different temperaments, my eyes were opened to a wealth of folk art. My heart was moved by the paper craft, the vibrant graphics of the New Year prints, the naïf paintings of the peasants, each region stylistically distinct. These were works of men and women deeply rooted in their soil; works populated with farm animals, fruits of the field and stream; they were celebrations of birth, marriage, harvest, the seasons, Heaven and Earth, youth, old age, and death. The art of the country folk swelled with candor and humor; in their very artlessness they captured life more directly than any attempt at careful imitation could ever do. The admiration for Chinese folk art, and everything my eyes have ever loved, has been transferred through my brushwork and recorded in "Forget Sorrow."
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