Deng Mng-Dao

Art

The traditional Chinese landscape with its scholar dwarfed among the grand mountains, the American paintings showing pioneers in the pristine expanse of a new frontier, the contemporary landscape with freeways or high-voltage power lines, or even the ubiquitous seascapes found in motels—none of these are landscape forms that interest me.

What interests me is the landscape as it is, without human emotions, engaged in its own ongoing processes, there to be observed in its form, its play of light and shadow, and the knowledge that it will last long after there are people to observe it. There may be conflict—there is nothing more violent than the sea crashing against the cliffs or the way upheavals have twisted massive mountains of rock as if they were mere rubber—but it is conflict that has nothing to do with the petty human emotions. Perhaps in some ways I am still painting the landscape as it makes humanity small, only in my case, it is so small as to be out of the frame.
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Hawaii One Summer: June, woodcut, 1987, 7x7"
Hawaii One Summer: July, woodcut, 1987, 7x7"
Hawaii One Summer: August, woodcut, 1987, 7x7"
Hawaii One Summer, woodcut, 1987, 12.5 x 22"
Ocean Beach, ink on paper, 2004, 8.5 x 13"
Sea and Rock, ink on paper, 2004, 8.5 x 11"
Lava Flow, ink on paper, 2004, 8.5 x 13.5"
Black Mountain, ink on paper, 2004, 8.5 x 12"
Ridge Fog, ink on paper, 2004, 8.5 x 11"