the work of chinese artist chang dai-chien (1899-1983) has always been evocative. his training prepared him for a life of meticulously copying master scrolls; so much so that it was even sold as originals to leading museums but the true beauty of his talent came with the misfortune of his failing sight; that’s when his vision changed, literally. he became an oriental equivalent of monet. his paintings of lotus flowers and landscapes have a certain impressionist and poetic quality that is as much peaceful as it is dynamic. bellows of colour and movement envelop the detailed parts in a guided mist. both transportive and contemplative, chang’s metaphoric change washes over the static scene in such a spiritually meditative way that i can appreciate it with or even without my glasses.