Ink serves as the brush, washing out the illusory outline of mountains. Blue, purple and pink blend into a dreamy mist of curling smoke. Ink - colored cattle walk slowly, as if pacing from the depths of time. The herder in red is a spark jumping in the painting. The mountains are vast, the clouds gentle. Each wash hides the profound distance measured by the herder’s steps, painting a long scroll of herding path where time slows down.