Along the Silk Road (2)
Frans Peter Verheyen
And so it is, even cloaked in the crabbed cold hand of winter, beauty softly asserts itself. A subtle beauty, muted by mist, rectangular as Rothko in organic hues. A lone utilitarian tree, left standing to delineate the one field from the other, drawing a line between the fallow and the tilled.
The artist’s brush, a tractor. His canvas, the earth. Working with a limited palette, he unknowingly lays down layers of color and limns his mark on the receptive land. The work develops slowly, over long weeks of waiting, unobserved by any but the unwitting artist himself and a passing Dutch photographer.
Is it art if the artist is unaware of it? No. No, it only becomes art when the passer-by sees it and makes it so.
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