Colors of kindred spirits

(Dedicated to artist Ngoc Mai)

Those lines of poetry have been etched deep in my memory.
How can we forget?
Like fire hidden in the ashes of memory
When the season changes, the warm fire will ignite the yeast.

I recall the poems I once read.
We have shared so many memories in life.
A verse from the Tale of Kieu floats gently in my sleep.
Still humming along to the sound of mother rocking the cradle.

The verses of Kieu are expressed through color.
How can we paint in a way that is full of affection?
Another heartfelt lament from the "Chinh Phu Ngam" (Lament of the Warrior's Wife).
How do we paint a picture that is true to ourselves?

And so the poem continues to beckon.
Blending into the colors is truly magical.
That masterpiece floats along with the art of painting.
The words of the ancients are whispered on silk paintings.

We listen, and our passion inspires us to paint.
"The mist dissipates at the entrance to the lane, the clouds part in the sky."
The vibrant spring is a time of joyful reunions.
Each color radiates joy.

LE MINH QUOC

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/sac-mau-tri-am-post838255.html