TANG SHI ๅ่ฉฉ
WORDS BECOME WORLDS
Interactive landscapes formed from the characters of Tang poetry. Each landscape is formed from the Chinese characters of the poem itself. Through movement and interaction, the words become the world they describe.
How can we make the meaning of poetry visible? What happens when we can enter a poem, rather than only read it? How might interactive poetry help people reconnect with a cultural heritage they may feel distant from?
Quiet Night Thoughts ้ๅคๆ
Moonlight before my bed,
I wonder if it is frost on the ground.
I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon;
I lower it and think of my home village. Li Bai (ๆ็ฝ)
I wonder if it is frost on the ground.
I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon;
I lower it and think of my home village. Li Bai (ๆ็ฝ)
River Snow ๆฑ้ช
A thousand mountains, no birds in flight.
Ten thousand paths, not a trace of a person.
A lone boat, an old man in a straw cape and hat,
fishing alone in the cold river snow. Liu Zongyuan (ๆณๅฎๅ )
Ten thousand paths, not a trace of a person.
A lone boat, an old man in a straw cape and hat,
fishing alone in the cold river snow. Liu Zongyuan (ๆณๅฎๅ )
Quiet Night Thoughts ้ๅคๆ
Moonlight before my bed,
I wonder if it is frost on the ground.
I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon;
I lower it and think of my home village. Li Bai (ๆ็ฝ)
I wonder if it is frost on the ground.
I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon;
I lower it and think of my home village. Li Bai (ๆ็ฝ)
River Snow ๆฑ้ช
A thousand mountains, no birds in flight.
Ten thousand paths, not a trace of a person.
A lone boat, an old man in a straw cape and hat,
fishing alone in the cold river snow. Liu Zongyuan (ๆณๅฎๅ )
Ten thousand paths, not a trace of a person.
A lone boat, an old man in a straw cape and hat,
fishing alone in the cold river snow. Liu Zongyuan (ๆณๅฎๅ )