What a master of floral composition. Papa Yeh, the Patriarchal inspiration for so many folks in America or other Non-Asian countries [generically speaking without prejudice connotations, I assure you], has and still does, hold a special place in so many hearts. Whose channeled a passion for Chinese Brush Painting, which was closed off, or seemingly unattainable regarding some European countries, as well as North America, respectively. As much of a “melting pot” of cultures the United States is or may seem. There have been such impenetrable boundaries, which is something we must all come to grips with.
Nonetheless, Master Yeh literally broke through certain atrocities, ignorance, and insecurities which ‘Laowai’, of a certainly different era, walked and talked their pseudo superiority complex in stupidity. Tales as old as time immemorial.
Yes! I cheer, cherish, and bow in my own deeply respectful admirations.
Master Yeh has won over our hearts and minds with his masterly touch. His knowledge and understanding. His HUMOR has won the people of the world’s hearts. Garnered our attention, and inspired Westerners to break free from what seemed to be an art form long admired, yet intangible.
I only just discovered the Yeh family, the four I’ve come to know…through conversation or simply spiritual bonds unseen but felt.
I thank you ALL for bringing such an ancient art form, once shrouded in it’s alluring, mysterious aspects and allowing that veil to be lifted. No longer shrouded in some uneatable fashion. No! It IS the fashion which we wear with a sense of pride. If not so much Haute Artistic prudence, that strive I feel, others must undoubtedly feel themselves…will one day be filled with happiness in our endeavors to be more Asian.
How’s that for a reversal in history’s atrocities.
I know Master Yeh might say – “We’re just fish, looking for the same food”. Artistic fuel. Or, my personal favorite quote. The singular, hilarious: “Cool”
Inspiration in thought, from the regalia of the splendid Peony.
WHICH, as a Floridian, I’ve never seen in person. Which sucks,
Thank you Mstr Yeh. Bow, bow, bow.
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James M Thaxton
What a master of floral composition. Papa Yeh, the Patriarchal inspiration for so many folks in America or other Non-Asian countries [generically speaking without prejudice connotations, I assure you], has and still does, hold a special place in so many hearts. Whose channeled a passion for Chinese Brush Painting, which was closed off, or seemingly unattainable regarding some European countries, as well as North America, respectively. As much of a “melting pot” of cultures the United States is or may seem. There have been such impenetrable boundaries, which is something we must all come to grips with.
Nonetheless, Master Yeh literally broke through certain atrocities, ignorance, and insecurities which ‘Laowai’, of a certainly different era, walked and talked their pseudo superiority complex in stupidity. Tales as old as time immemorial.
Yes! I cheer, cherish, and bow in my own deeply respectful admirations.
Master Yeh has won over our hearts and minds with his masterly touch. His knowledge and understanding. His HUMOR has won the people of the world’s hearts. Garnered our attention, and inspired Westerners to break free from what seemed to be an art form long admired, yet intangible.
I only just discovered the Yeh family, the four I’ve come to know…through conversation or simply spiritual bonds unseen but felt.
I thank you ALL for bringing such an ancient art form, once shrouded in it’s alluring, mysterious aspects and allowing that veil to be lifted. No longer shrouded in some uneatable fashion. No! It IS the fashion which we wear with a sense of pride. If not so much Haute Artistic prudence, that strive I feel, others must undoubtedly feel themselves…will one day be filled with happiness in our endeavors to be more Asian.
How’s that for a reversal in history’s atrocities.
I know Master Yeh might say – “We’re just fish, looking for the same food”. Artistic fuel. Or, my personal favorite quote. The singular, hilarious: “Cool”
Inspiration in thought, from the regalia of the splendid Peony.
WHICH, as a Floridian, I’ve never seen in person. Which sucks,
Thank you Mstr Yeh. Bow, bow, bow.