Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

First Encounter - RabindranathTagore's paintings


Tagore's Last Harvest
a child putting wings
to his imagination

Tagore's Last Harvest
behind the colours and lines
a child

Tagore's Last Harvest
the nobel laureate dances
with ink and pen

Tagore's Last Harvest
the colourful images
of a colourful life

Last Harvest an exhibition of 49 of Tagore's paintings
are exhibited in Kuala Lumpur Visual Arts Museum for three months
April to July.

Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2012
Edited: Saturday, June 16, 2012
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