Interactive Installations · Generative Art · AIGC
Visualizing the epic of human civilization across 7 global cultural zones through a 3D neural network, featuring an embedded interactive micro-encyclopedia of historical emperors.
Thoughts never die; they merely wait to be reread. Forty thinkers from East and West — from Laozi and Confucius to Plato and Kant — become cyber-steles and star matrices. Roam a bilingual data universe spanning two millennia, amidst flickering gold and weathered carvings.
Air has texture. As hands pass through invisible aether, three layers of sound - deep hum, mid-range resonance, fingertip granules - are woven into a flowing fabric by the body.
Six sigils, four realms. Pinch to ignite, fist to seal, heart to summon light, pull to tear space. Hands become instruments, sound becomes incantation - rebuilding a sonic temple upon cybernetic ruins.
If sound had shape, what would it look like? Fifteen visual modes - from breathing waveforms to pulsing nebulae - translate every note into a language of light and motion.
Scattered, it is sand. Gathered, it is art. Seven scenes, triple sensing - gesture, sound, motion - give every luminous grain a breath. A touch shatters; release restores - like memory, like tides.
Sixty thousand motes of light coalesce into form, then dissolve into dust in five different rhythms. You can push them apart, but cannot stop them from regathering - they always return.
Every classic is a star chart. Heroes of Three Kingdoms, spirits of Journey to the West, fates of Red Chamber, cycles of One Hundred Years of Solitude, epics of War and Peace - when relationships are projected into deep space, what flickers is not just stories but the spectrum of civilization.
Three koi swim through waters made of words. Toss a character, and they race to devour it; extend your palm, and the school gathers - a living pond of algorithmic calligraphy.
Every stroke of color sings. Paint high on the canvas and sound ascends to clouds; paint low and it sinks underground. This is not a painting - it is a composition drawn into being.
A chord is not an abstract concept - it is a geometric shape. Twelve notes sit evenly on a circle: a triangle is a major triad, an inverted triangle a minor, a quadrilateral a dominant seventh. Music's secret was written in mathematics all along.
One tree lives through four seasons. Spring blossoms, summer shades, autumn sheds, winter snows. Your fingers can summon wind and rain, or grant sunlight - but the turning of seasons, no one can stop. Inspired by Wen Yan.
Two hundred thousand specks of stardust converge into a statue. It surges from the void, takes form, breathes, lingers a moment, then slowly dissolves back into cosmic dust. Reach out and you can scatter it - but stardust always reconverges, sculpting the next eternal instant.
Two thousand glyphs drift through Perlin Noise flow fields like a living ocean. The mouse acts as a gravitational anchor - characters orbit, scatter, and trail luminous tails. Five color schemes shift between cool and warm - every frame is a fleeting ASCII painting.
You in front of the camera are translated into characters. Brightness becomes glyph density, color becomes RGB values, CRT scanlines add retro texture - what you see is not yourself, but a mirror made of '@' and '·'.
Music gets a body made of characters. FFT spectrum is translated into character columns growing from the bottom - low frequencies are red '█', highs are blue '·'. Built-in synth or your voice can make this glyph wall dance.
Earth is never silent. Every second, plates collide, rock fractures, ground trembles - USGS real-time seismic data transforms into spreading ripples and scars on a 3D globe. Greater magnitude means fiercer ripples and deeper colors. What you see is not a blue planet, but a living creature breathing.
Air is invisible, but cities breathe. Real-time air quality data from 12 global cities drives twelve thousand particles — emerald and free-floating when air is clean, dark red and suffocating when polluted. Every city switch is a deep breath across latitudes.
Every five seconds, the ISS coordinates trace a blue arc across the sky. NASA's Astronomy Picture of the Day unfolds as a starfield backdrop while astronaut names drift like stardust. You're not watching a screen — you're gazing at real space, right now.
Wind speed is tempo, temperature is tonality, humidity is reverb. Real-time weather from ten cities becomes flowing visual scores and procedural soundscapes — click 'Enable Soundscape' to hear Beijing's wind, Tokyo's rain, Cairo's heat, right now.
