A landscape is randomly generated every time you refresh the page.
Like a gardener you can tend to this landscape and alter it.
Drag the constituents around and drop them wherever on the screen. Change their colour by clicking on them.
Add light by clicking on the star button then clicking on the screen. With the blabla button, add some living beings. Withe the takeover button, let them invade your landscape one by one.
There is something peculiar about landscapes. When does a place become a landscape?
Landscapes are a place greater than itself. A place becomes a landscape when you experience it as a whole, not just objects next to each other. Its existance is dependant on the internal experience of the perceiver.
This is a tool to travel internally. These landscapes are built without the external objects that constitute a place, leaving the spectators to construct the landscape within.
The shapes and colours are shorthand for perceptual information, and are somatized. They contain the physical experience, the emotion and the memories perceptual information triggers without referring to a strict external object. Thus, they do not illustrate objects through resemblance, but through the internal experience of the object. You can find their meanings in the following tabs.
Landscapes are also how light plays with the objects of the place, and what lives within it. These make a landscape come alive, and give it a concept of time. I leave these notions of time and narrative up to the viewer. I let the perceiver play god and have control over their landscape.
Circles are whole unified bodies of something static
Pause. Hold your breath, listen. You're full in yourself. And your're still.
Ex: a mountain, a lake
Rings are spaces in movement. Spaces that grow, get smaller, travel.
Breathe in, feel yourself swell with the world. Breathe out, create space. You exist to feed plants.
Ex: a dune, tides and waves in the sea
Pluses are constructions through focused efforts.
Focus . Your eyes sharp on the target. Sharpen your ears, stiffen yourself. You're not scared, you're aware. I give you walls and structure. I am the bricks of your house, your spine and pelvis.
Ex: a house, a nest
The ways the world finds to move forwards in its own rythm, on its own terms.
Wiggle in the rythm of you. You have a direction. Your hips swaying, gravity and force moving your spine vertebrae by vertebrae. Walk, run, whine.
Ex:a path, the lazy turns of a river
The unifiers and limits of space.
Limits holding you, and blocking you. Limits to exist within, space defining our relationship to others. Everything is defined in relation to her. Your skin.
Ex: where the sand meets the sea
Stars are light dancing on objects.
Blink. That springle of joy twinkling in you. The happy dance when you eat something yummy, the laughter, the shiver of pleasure.
Ex: sun through the leaves, glimmer on the sea
The purest individual, the single cell. Who always organises together, in relation to the other. The courageous ones who built everything living in the world, including you.
The relation between the self/other. The me/us/we. Discovering, exploring, growing and building.
Ex: a bacteria, a tree, you
Still safety
My grandfather
Warm Spanish oranges
sound of a calm lake
Anxiety
My father’s rage
Too sweet grenadine
Shattering
Nostalgia
Iran, my ex bracelet
Saffron rice
Melodic setar
Safety
Home in Lapland
Coffee and kanelbullar
Kids running on creaky floors
Being lost with yourself
Dense dark forest
Smell of pine
Walking on pine needle ground
Lazy summer joy
The flowers in my grandparents garden
Strawberries and cream
Twinkling
Expansive joy in movement
Being one with the world
Smell of fresh lawn
A resonating hmmmmm
Excitement
Laughing hysterically
Biting into a lemon slice
Iiiiiiiiih
No limits
Feeling wide and in rhythm
Iodised smell of sea
Waves and a boat swaying
Solid and immutable
introspecting and being sure
Wet stone in summer rain
River stones under your feet
Being grounded
Fingers and feet deep in the ground
Smell of autumn leaves
Mud slosh
Being unsure but soft
Sand through fingers, childhood joy
Cold Watermelon
Sand falling on glass