Ink bleeds into paper like rain through bamboo—each stroke a downpour, the leaves trembling in wet, smudged shadows. The rocks loom, almost monstrous, their jagged silhouettes defying the delicate fronds. This pair whispers of a borderless brush, where Korean boldness might dance with Japanese restraint. Who else but a wanderer between worlds could conjure such storm-lit tension?

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https://clevelandart.org/art/1975.71.1