It does not need to shout; within the silence of pigments lies its prayer.
Like Xianglin in Lu Xun’s tale, guarding the creases of ordinary life behind the canvas plain yet weighty. In a portrait with New York–based artist Wu JH, there is light and shadow: one smile luminous, the other gaze contemplative, as though from the pages of a novel.
The paintings behind are an unending play, reminding us what is spoken may not be truth; what remains unsaid often becomes belief.
Mindfulness is this awareness within silence: seeing the breath of color, hearing the stillness of the heart. Between one painting and the next, we rest in the present moment where faith is not a distant light, but existence itself, here and now.



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