Did Sargent make a mouth wrong?

[Allan Rahbek]

I believe that Sargent made the mouth, and all other things "wrong" because he wanted us to open our eyes to the divine variations of life i general.

And then he had a reputation to live up to.

Allan

[SB Wang]

Alan:
Good point!
Sargent knows four languages, plus another one, musical language.
Stubborn or clever, I spent a lot of care on analyzing English words as a way of studying art. Many thanks to Cynthia, whose deed enables me for having some time to do this, in return, I hope to donate some income from my future book to Forum.

http://www.jssgallery.org/Resources/Forum/Kidman4.htm

[SB Wang]

Commemorate Sargent's 150 birthday
...... the most impressive one for me:http://jssgallery.org/Paintings/Youn...ng_a_White.htm

What I noticed, Jim, is that clue--a globe in that portrait of four doctors. More clearly, if you look at a world map, which contain an enigma that is so interesting.

[SB Wang]

Mike: You are amazing to find those two strikingly similar master pieces.
Steven: Sketch diary is necessary for us.

Why did Sargent paint Madame X's face in profile?

[SB Wang]

30 years ago, Sept.9th. on Chinese "the Moon Festival", Mao passed away.
My grandfather was with Mao and about ten other students on a Moon Day party. When asked about future plan, proposals, like to run for a senator, to be a scholar or a teacher, were looked down by Mao, who disclosed his own idea: Rebelling, "cheng wang bai kou", ( if successful, one would be the king, otherwise he would be labeled as a bandit).
Li Bai is the the foremost Chinese poet. Now these two great poets meet Sargent in the moon, talking about what they share a common activity attributed partly for their uprupt rising in fame. What do you think?

[SB Wang]

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[SB Wang]

What made them so great?
That "starts under (their) feet", Li Bai, Mao and Sargent traveled extensively in their youth.

Compare Li Bai's
The Hard Road
Pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon,
And a jade plate of dainty food calls for million coins.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink...
I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry;
I would climb the Tai-hang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow..
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook --
But I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun...
Journeying is hard,
Journeying is hard.
There are many turnings --
Which am I to follow?...
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves
And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea

With Mao's "The Long March":
The Red Army fears not these prodigious distant campaigns,
A thousand mountains, ten thousand rivers, they look upon as pleasantly usual.
The tortuous Five ranges are but ripples they leap,
The dread crests of Wumeng, mud dumps under their heels.
Warm are the fog-wrapped cliffs lapped by the Golden Sands river,
Cold were the iron chains spanning the Dadu stream.
How much laughter amid the unending snows of Minshan,
And when the Three Armies had crossed, smile were on all their faces.