This broad composition is divided less by a line than by a change in pressure. Rust and black gather at the left, pale atmosphere opens above, and white strokes sweep through the lower field like currents crossing a vast terrain.
Zao's dated works resist a fixed story, but they are not detached from the world. Their scale and horizontal reach recall the long viewing experience of Chinese landscape painting while their physical brushwork belongs to the international language of postwar abstraction.
