Year Of The Pig Watercolor By Daniel Clarke

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Artist Daniel Clarke. 'Year Of The Pig' Artwork Image, Created in 2019, Original Drawing Graphite. #art #artist
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Artist:

Daniel Clarke

Title:

Year Of The Pig

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Year:
2019

Medium:

Size - (USA):
18 W x 12 H x 0.1 D (inches)
Size - (metric):
45.7 W x 30.5 H x 0.3 D (centimeters)

Theme:

Edition:
Original
Artwork ID:
624507
Artwork Description:   The dragon is in the street dancing beneath windowspasted with colored squares, past the man who leans into the phone booth’s red pagoda, pastcrates of doves and roosters veileduntil dawn. Fireworks complicate the streetswith sulphur as people exchange gold and silver foil, money to appease ghostswho linger, needy even in death. I amalmost invisible. Hands could pass through meeffortlessly. This is how it is to be so alien that my name falls from me, growsuntranslatable as the shop signs,the odors of ginseng and black fungus that idlein the stairwell, the corridor where the doors are blue months ajar. Handsgesture in the smoke, the partial moonof a face. For hours the soft numericclick of mah-jongg tiles drifts down the hallway where languid Mai trailsher musk of sex and narcotics. There is no grief in this, only the old yearconsuming itself, the door knob blazing in my hand beneath the lightbulb’s electric jewel. Between voices and fireworkswind works bricks to dust—hush, hush—no language I want to learn. I can touch the sill worn by hands I’ll never knowin this room with its low tablewhere I brew chrysanthemum tea. The signfor Jade Palace sheds green corollas on the floor. It’s dangerous to stand herein the chastening glow, darkeningmy eyes in the mirror with the gulf of the restof my life widening away from me, waiting for the man I married to pass beneaththe sign of the building, to climbthe five flights and say his Chinese name for me. He’ll rise up out of the puzzling streets where men pass bottles of rice liquor, wherethe new year is liquor, the black bottlethe whole district is waiting for, likesome benevolent arrest—the moment when men and women turn to each other and dissolveeach bad bet, every sly mischance,the dalliance of hands. They turn in lamplightthe way I turn now. Wai Min is in the doorway. He brings fish. He brings lotus root. He brings me ghost money.


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