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.

still

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

movement

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

precision

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

ways

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

delimitations

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

light

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

population

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

Grandpa's boat

Still safety

My grandfather

Warm Spanish oranges

sound of a calm lake

Bathroom mosaic

Anxiety

My father’s rage

Too sweet grenadine

Shattering

Lapis lazuli

Nostalgia

Iran, my ex bracelet

Saffron rice

Melodic setar

Swedish house

Safety

Home in Lapland

Coffee and kanelbullar

Kids running on creaky floors

Pine trees

Being lost with yourself

Dense dark forest

Smell of pine

Walking on pine needle ground

Älgmytje

Lazy summer joy

The flowers in my grandparents garden

Strawberries and cream

Twinkling

Sun in leaves

Expansive joy in movement

Being one with the world

Smell of fresh lawn

A resonating hmmmmm

Lemons

Excitement

Laughing hysterically

Biting into a lemon slice

Iiiiiiiiih

Water

No limits

Feeling wide and in rhythm

Iodised smell of sea

Waves and a boat swaying

Stone

Solid and immutable

introspecting and being sure

Wet stone in summer rain

River stones under your feet

Soil

Being grounded

Fingers and feet deep in the ground

Smell of autumn leaves

Mud slosh

Sand

Being unsure but soft

Sand through fingers, childhood joy

Cold Watermelon

Sand falling on glass