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Fantasy and Dreams

We were Irises...

 

Patchwork wave

 

The Golden Breath of Passing Season

 

 Autumn Crimson Leaves

Veil of Autumn

 

Whispers of Savanna

 

MGT Iris

She Who Listen in Color

She dwells beneath the iris flare,

Where silent hues begin to speak -

  A breath, a pause, a softened stare,

The voice of those too tired to seek.

   Her cloak is stitched from petal light,

   Each thread a tale she dared to keep.

She listen not to judge what's right,

But cradles ache in colors deep.

Red for the hope that grief ignites,

Green for the piece she leaves behind,

Blue for the words she lifts to flight -

The ones no world could ever find.

And though her name is not confessed,

Her kindness carves its shape in rest.

Translucent Symphony

 

Love Iris

Emerald Embrace of Misty Peaks

Whispers of the valley, soft and clear, 

Where rivers dance and mountains peer. 

Leaves ablaze in autumn's hue, 

A canvas alive with every view.

Nature's heartbeat, steady, profound, 

In every shadow, every sound. 

Through painted strokes, her essence gleams, 

A harmony of life, like woven dreams.

 

Midnight Dance of Light

Beneath the velvet cloak of night,

 A fountain dances, bathed in light. 

Its waters rise, a silver flare, 

Whispering secrets to the air.

Around its heart, the trails unfold,

 Loops of light, a story told. 

A symphony of motion spun, 

A dance of starlight, moon, and sun.

The trees aglow in quiet grace,

 Frame this enchanted, timeless space. 

Their branches hum a gentle song, 

A harmony where dreams belong.

Above, the stars, a watchful gaze, 

Echo the fountain's radiant blaze. 

A fleeting glimpse, a world anew, 

Where magic swirls in every hue.

 

 

Rolling Hills Landscape

These lines are designed to evoke the delicate interplay of light, nature, and the poetic journey found in artwork

1. The Soothing Sky

蓝紫蔚空 云舒曦暮 Blue and purple fill the vast sky; soft clouds drift gently at dawn and dusk.

2. The Winding Path

曲径双分 轻邀行客 A winding path splits in two, gently inviting the traveler on a serene journey.

3. The Lush Landscape

花木扶疏 水韵长存 Lush flora unfolds gracefully, while the enduring charm of watercolor breathes life into nature.

Mystery Forest

Inscription:

• 苍松依旧展庄严 The ancient pines continue to exhibit their solemn majesty. This line celebrates the enduring grace and strength of the forest’s venerable trees.

• 飘云轻烟隐远山 Drifting clouds and gentle mists softly veil the distant mountains. Here, the ethereal mists lend a mysterious allure, blurring the outlines of far-off peaks.

• 调色柔和融青灰，白映间点缀土棕与微黄 A gentle, harmonious palette merges muted greens, grays, and whites, interspersed with subtle touches of earthy browns and soft yellows. This line brings to life the tranquil color harmony of the scene. The interplay of these muted tones creates a serene atmosphere, drawing the viewer into the mystic charm of the forest.

• 光影交织添幽趣，共绘幽梦行书 The interweaving of light and shadow enhances the enchanting aura, as if inscribed in graceful running script a dreamlike tranquility. The final line emphasizes how the play of light and shadow deepens the scene’s allure, inviting one to lose themselves in its poetic mystery.

Forest Mirage

Inscription written in Chinese Language. It's on the upper side of the picture and have a Poetical Meaning & Context:

• First Line: The image of a mysterious forest mirage inspires the awakening of dreams—suggesting that life, with all its beauty, begins like a delicate vision emerging from the depths of nature.

• Second Line: The bubbles symbolize the brief moments in our lives. They are born, rise gently, and inevitably fade—echoing the transient nature of our own existence.

• Third Line: Just as dewdrops vanish in the morning light, our earthly bonds and moments slip away, affirming the impermanence of life.

• Fourth Line: My signature “AK” (艾卡) becomes both a personal stamp and a timeless mark, anchoring the poetic message to creative spirit.

 

 

Autumn Hues of the Enchanted Vale

Autumn-Kissed Valley River

In autumn’s grasp, the river softly flows,

Its rapids hum a song to fleeting days.

The bends reveal what only nature knows,

A world enshrouded in its golden haze.

The peaks, mist-veiled, stand watch through endless time,

While echoes linger in their ageless streams.

Their whispers weave a soft and fleeting rhyme,

To cradle dreams within the twilight beams.

Each leaf descends, its fiery hues alight,

A fleeting flame that burns, then fades away.

Yet nature sings through beauty’s sacred rite,

A tale of seasons in their sweet decay.

So twilight falls, its amber glow ascends,

And beauty’s tale a sacred truth transcends.

 

Russet Water of the Autumn Glade 

The Song of the Reddish Stream

Upon the fields so fresh and wide,
Where autumn’s golden banners gleam,
A stream in scarlet robes does glide,
And whispers low its fleeting dream.

The trees, in firelit splendor dressed,
Stand sentinel in bright array,
Yet though they shine, they know no rest,
For autumn soon must slip away.

Beyond the meadows, rising free,
The hills with crimson forests burn,
A land of fading majesty,
Where time shall turn, and none return.

So sing, O stream, thy song once more,
For winter knocks upon the door.

Radiant Hues of the Hills

Veiled Harmonies of the Highlands

 

Dance of Sylvan Spirits

 

Hydrangeas # 2

Grove

 

Arcane Woods

Spring Whimsical Arrival

 

Radiant Hues of the Hills # 2

 

Garden of Dreams on an Amber Horizon # 2

 

Radiant Blooms in the Embrace of Night

Melody of Blooming

Within the hush where lotus petals rise,
a bloom unfolds from shadow into flame—
blue breath that sings beneath the twilight skies,
gold yearning stitched with red’s unspoken name.

The leaves, like guardians of what must grow,
lean toward the light yet cradle dusk within;
they know the ache of beauty’s ebb and flow,
how grace may dwindle, then begin again.

Each color tells of longing undisturbed,
a tender arc in stillness left to burn.
No haste, no cry, no voice to be unheard—
just form returning feeling, soft and stern.

So bloom, and let your silence be the thread—
the charm of time through petals softly spread.

 

Lotus Rhapsody

 

Lotus Flowers Against Dark Canvas

 

Mountains in Morning light

 

Echo of Xiey. Spirit of wandering brush

Here's a breakdown of the meaning behind each line of the poem:

• First line describes the towering, rugged mountains cloaked in vibrant greenery. The light, ethereal mist that swirls around them adds a dreamlike quality, emphasizing the beauty of nature's vastness.

• Second line highlighting the serene placement of traditional pagodas resting by the water's edge, this line symbolizes the harmony between human creativity and natural landscapes, showcasing coexistence.

• Third line speaks about the calm body of water at the base mirrors the towering mountains and trees with pristine clarity, symbolizing stillness and depth within the scene.

• Forth line describe how birds soaring gracefully in the distance contribute to the tranquil atmosphere, suggesting a sense of timeless harmony and serenity in the natural world.

• Fifth line refers to the traditional ink-and-wash technique that captures the essence of nature's beauty. It symbolizes the artist's deep connection to and reverence for the natural world.

• The final line celebrates the delicate balance between the softness of the ink and the vibrancy of the scene, encapsulating the unity of humanity and nature through artistic expression.

Where Peaks Covered by the Mist and Water Murmur

 

Love Kiss

 In petal hush, a promise pressed,

Where light and longing softly rest,

Two lips of blush in dawn’s first gleam,

Embrace within a fragrant dream.

No thunderclap, no wind’s parade,

Just one still bloom in velvet shade,

Its tender hue, a whispered sigh—

A kiss that does not ask us why.

It leans into the golden breath,

Unfurling life, defying death,

And in that bloom, so small, so brave,

Lies all the love we’d ever crave.   

 

 Passing Love

 She does not turn, but leans into the light,

A bloom half-facing where the shadows fall.

Her fragrance clings to wings not yet in flight,

The hush before the heart can say it all.

She offers not an end, but slow goodbye,

A tenderness still resting on the air—

Not absence yet, but soft and asking why

The space between begins to feel so bare.

This love still warms, though gently pulls away,

Its golden thread unspools from hand to hand.

Not lost, not left—just drifting from today,

Still close enough the other understands.

So let it pass, not broken but set free,

A gift once shared that floats toward memory.

 

Past Love

 They bloomed beside each other once in time,

Two gentle hearts in parallel repose.

No need for vows, no reason, nor a rhyme—

Just closeness held as softly as a rose.

Now petals curve in separate, quiet arcs,

Their faces turned as if in silent prayer.

The space between them whispers faded sparks,

Not lost, but resting in the evening air.

No storm, no fall, no cruel or harsh goodbye—

Just tenderness that learned to let things be.

A love not gone, but settled in the sky,

Like stars that shine for those who choose to see.

 So let it rest where quiet hearts have bled,

A bloom once kissed, now glowing gold and red.

 

Kaleidoscope Garden

 

Did you forget me?

 

Spotted wonders

 

Purple Elegance

 

Did you forget me # 2

 

Abstract Reverie

 

Spotted Wonders # 2

 

Regal Garden