The Magic Paint Brush

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adapted, modified, re-imaged, and enhanced - a Chinese Legend

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adapted, modified, re-imaged, and enhanced - a Chinese Legend

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adapted, modified, re-imaged, and enhanced - a Chinese Legend

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Today's story is about a young man, Ma LiAng, who wants to learn the three academic skills: painting, poetry, and calligraphy. of court scholars. For his passion, he is given a magic brush by the Queen Mother of the West, P'angu's mother, and with his successes crosses path wit a possessive, greedy Emperor.

Ma LiAng is a Chinese legend, supposedly about an Emperor, of that name from the Golden Dragons (between 200 to 1800 century). In that period of prosperity, young men studied the three perfections: Painting, Poetry, and Calligraphy to earn a decree to became Dragons of the Court and to help the Emperors. Ma LiAng, a poor boy from the country, wants to learn to paint but has no money and family because of the many wars. Always he drew either in the sand or the wet mud. Finally, he was given a magic brush by the Queen of the West, Mother of the Dragons. The brush can only paint 'good for the people.' A greedy Emperor desires Ma LiAng's brush and will destroy to get what he covets.

Ma Liang, The Lad Who Wanted to Paint

In a small village in China lived a poor boy by the name of the Ma LiAng, who longed to be rich and to study like the scholars, who learn the three perfections of art, poetry, and calligraphy. He was the last of his family and gathered wood for his tea and rice. His silk sandals worn and his silk gown stained and had many tears. Ma LiAng brought his wood from the mountain and sold it to the farmers for firewood or fence posts. A farmer allowed him to sleep on the straw in an old shed for his protection. He was lonely with a cheery face, strong youth filled with optimism.

Ma LiAng longed to be an artist. He wanted to paint; desperately he wanted to paint beautiful pictures. He dreamed nightly of being an artist and during the day as he gathered the wood, he sketched with sticks in the mud, on rocks, and in the sand. Patiently and quietly, with a stick in his hand, he described every detail of the forest, noticing textures, contrast light, colors, and shapes. He concentrated kneeling observing what he painted, imitating the bark of the trees: the color, the texture, the feel. Ma LiAng put the sounds and the movement of the leaves into his crude drawings.

Ma LiAng felt the beauty, the grandeur of nature, sometimes big sometimes tiny, a harmonious at times, miraculous, and threatening. Ma LiAng captured the overwhelming importance of the birds, deer, and fish with his stick on the dirt.

By observing detail of sound and motion even the quiet, and every flicker of light, Ma LiAng carefully translated into lines what he appreciated. He quietly locked into his translation the beauty. Steadily working, he practiced daily. His desired to become a successful artist was endless.

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