Evoking the tranquil undulations of the river a symphonic concerto of colors whispering the poetics of the natural world. The geometric shapes, with their curves and angles, juxtapose the organic with the mathematical, creating a visual sonnet that blurs the lines between the ephemeral and the eternal.
Ho Viet Vinh
Acrylic on canvas, 130 x 97cm, Maison d’Art, 2024
Next project | Ru
Ru
Ru đời mấy giấc chiêm bao,
Xôn xao như gió ngã nhào bờ mê,
Ru quê cho tỏ đường về,
Tỉ tê câu chuyện bờ đê mái đình,
Ru mình chỉ mấy lời kinh,
Tâm minh hồn triết thanh hình sắc tao.
Lullaby
Lull life’s dreams in fleeting flight,
Stirred like winds tumbling on enchanted dikes,
Lull the homeland, reveal the path home,
Whisper tales by riverbanks and village halls,
Lull the self with sacred dharmas,
Enlightened soul, wisdom’s grace in form and rhyme.
Ho Viet Vinh 250412
Next project | Harvest
“Harvest, the golden hues evoke the poetic allure of a ripe field. The textured amber expanse whispers of abundance and the cycle of life, where each brushstroke is a hymn to the earth’s generosity. Darker, shadowy lines intersect, suggesting the inevitable passage of time and the shadows that dance upon life’s bounty. This interplay of light and dark captures the ephemeral nature of harvest.”
Vinhho, Acrylic on canvas, 97x130cm, Maison d’Art, 2024
Next project | Cape of Rapids
Cape of Rapids
Ho Viet Vinh
Waves filled with clouds, letting time drift by on the cape of rapids. The cape stretches out to await the sunset, ignoring the trembling sands as the tide rises.
Description
Exucuted in April 2020
Style
Lyrical Abstract
Technique
Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension
100W x 100H x 5D cm
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Next project | Venus
Vinhho, by wood carving, Maison d’Art, 2025
Next project | FRAGILITY
FRAGILITY
“A sea of swirling blue, evokes the tempestuous depths of the soul, adrift in a world of fleeting beauty and despair. The stark white, a beacon of hope, struggles against the relentless tide of azure, a poignant reminder of the fragility of human existence.”
Ho Viet Vinh
Acrylic on canvas, 130x97cm, Maison d’Art, 2024
Next project | Cold mountain
Mây khua bóng nước
hoen màu tóc,
Núi đội phong sương
rát lạnh người.
Clouds tarnish water’s mirror.
hair’s hue turns pale,
Mountains wear frost and gale
a piercing chill prevails.
Ho Viet Vinh 251025
Next project | Self-portrait
Self portrait
Vinhho
Acrylic on canvas
80x120cm
Maison d’Art
2025
Next project | xin
Xin
Xin cho mây xám cuối trời,
Cỏ hoang yên giấc đồng phơi nắng vàng,
Xin cho gió chở lời mang,
Đồng dao vang tiếng ngỡ ngàng đường quê,
Xin cho trăng ngủ bờ đê,
Gối tay tỉnh giấc chưa về đã hay!
Request
Grant the gray clouds at sky’s end,
Let wild grass slumber in sunlit meadows,
Grant the wind to carry whispers,
Children’s rhymes echo with wonder down rustic paths,
Grant the moon to rest on riverbanks,
Cradled in arms, awakening to dreams not yet returned.
Ho Viet Vinh 251104
Acrylic on canvas, 2025
Next project | VOICES of NATURE
Bathing in the mist of the mountains and forests, we are like super crooked footsteps. Overconfidence has given way to humble trembling. Following the breath we look back at the decaying frame of the mythical years. I falter, bowing my head not to beg, but to apologize for the unruly bare-headed man.
Voices of nature
The melodious reverberation of the mountains and forests,
Clouds cover the rising sun,
I silently curled up in the wind,
Absorb the mist of the dawn light.
Âm vang núi rừng
Du dương vọng tiếng hoà ca rừng núi,
Mây ngập tràn che khuất mặt trời lên,
Ta lặng im cuộn mình trong làn gió,
Men hơi sương ngút ngọn ánh bình minh.
Ho Viet Vinh, Dalat 2021
Next project | Floating
Vinhho, Acrylic on canvas, 1.0×1.0m, Maison de Corail reserved, 2025
“Hồ Tràm mùa nước ngập tràn lên ngang lồng ngực, một màn sương xám ô-liu phủ xuống chậm rãi như hơi thở ẩm mặn của rừng: vừa lạnh vừa dịu. Bỗng có một vệt vàng-lục bừng lên như tiếng gọi của mặt trời lạc giữa nước, ánh sáng không rực mà thấm, như hy vọng len qua bùn, như vết thương còn ướt: khiến vừa muốn chạm vào vừa sợ làm vỡ sự im lặng, để cuối cùng cảnh không còn là cảnh mà là một cảm giác kéo dài, mênh mang, lãng mạn và u tịch.”
KTS. Hồ Viết Vinh 251226