Description by artist QiHong

　　奔腾千里荡尘埃 渡水登山紫雾开 掣断丝缰摇玉辔 火龙飞下九天来。 形容马越过河流，穿过雾气，飞快奔跑，荡起无数尘埃，渡水登山紫雾开，像天上的神龙，掣断了缰绳，从天空飞到凡间。

　　Pentium Trinidad swing dust Ferry hiking Purple Haze open the valve broken wire bridle shake jade bridle dragon fly next nine days. Describe a horse across the river, through the fog, fast running, Dangqi numerous dust, Ferry hiking Purple Haze open, like the sky dragon, the valve off the reins, flew mortal from the sky.

　　Art appreciation by Art Critic, Soolian Percy Chua

　　Trio Horses in askance

　　This is a series of 4 masterful pieces depicting the ongoing conversation of the 3 horses, in the long discourse of their travails. Rarely has an artist captured the spontaneity of the dialogue, the agony of the enterprise and the sequencing of its experience.

　　Pic 1 : In the first piece, the lead horse in the middle looked forward in askance with huge baleful eyes. Two mates looked to their leader and rode along. Notice the saddle is relatively clear, with right and left horses in blue and red saddles. The rhythm of riding horses makes its mark on the sand. The horizontal rhythm of calligraphy is highlighted with two strokes ; a slanting stroke points at "Cheng" or "success", the other "zhong" addresses the leader of the pack.

　　Poem by Soolian

　　Pic1

　　Baleful eyes

　　Held the horizon.

　　With new friendship ties,

　　We galloped

　　In askance.

　　Pic 2 : The horses heads held a different pose as they ride through the muddied ground, depicted by the blotted ink dots. Swishing along, thin strokes seems to conjoined the trio. But notice, how is it that the horse behind the leader, the saddle colours are changed? Could it be that the owner has died, and another taken its place?

　　Poem by Soolian

　　Pic2

　　The thread of fate

　　Conjoined my mates.

　　Dripping perspiration,

　　And thirsty eyes,

　　Looking for signs in the sky.

　　Pic 3 : This is a scene of agitation and agony; horses scream out in pain at the passage, whither through land or water. Flaring nostrils and wild manes agitate each other. The downward strokes of the horses' manes show a sense of humiliation. Notice, that they are getting de-spirited as the saddles has shed its colour.

　　Poem by Soolian

　 Pic3

　　In humiliation,

　　Feet collapsed,

　　Neck fully stretched,

　　As leader, I dug in,

　　As we continued riding...

　　Pic 4 : In total exhaustion, the horses could almost not be recognised. The leader has keeled over, and the light grey mate on his right could barely open its eyes, whilst its mate on his left has most certainly yielded up its ghosts, as the shadowy image is extracted from his body, away from the picture frame.

　　Poem by Soolian

　　Pic4

　　Exhausted,

　　Washed out.

　　We stopped -

　　Dragon-morphed;

　　Only our souls walked!

　　Poem on Artist feelings

　　Insanely human,

　　And tied to the ground.

　　I, like my herd,

　　Are heaven bound.

　　Knowing well that my cries,

　　Shall reach the skies.

　　Mortal perspiration,

　　Shall become the dew of heaven.