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EVERYTHING HERE IS GENERATED — EXCEPT ONE NINE-HUNDRED-YEAR-OLD BOWL.
物與我皆無盡
A real Jian "hare's-fur" tea bowl. China, Southern Song dynasty (1127–1279). The Met, Open Access.
Original: https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/42455
Canvas: https://app.flora.ai/projects/ns75y4qw770hscgjmqymfjszpx8dp61v
A single black tea bowl, fired in Southern Song China nine hundred years ago, sits in the dark. Everything around it is generated: water poured, steam broken open, foam whisked until it heaves into mountains and rivers — a whole dynasty's splendour rising off the surface — and then one sip, and it drains, and the bowl cools to museum grey. The bowl never moves and is never redrawn. It is the only real thing on screen; the rest is weather I made around it.
The lines that run through the film are Su Shi's, from the Former Ode on the Red Cliff (前赤壁賦): what passes is like this — and yet all things, and I, are without end. They are not a font. Every character is 集字, collected one by one from Su Shi's own brush. A moment of tea, holding the whole of impermanence — and the whole of what does not end.
Made in FLORA. #floramuseumchallenge
— Lois Liao / Oni On
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