LA LONJA DE OÍR AROMAS
Resplandecen las flores con el frío;
su aroma recatado espira quedo.
Basta a los más olerlas varias veces;
sólo yo me molesto en escucharlas.
Captando su exquisita melopeya,
largamente coreo embelesado.
¿Acaso en el sonido no hay aroma?
Sentir decimos, sin hacer distingos.
Aun vale más dejar mundanos ruidos,
desechar por igual color y aroma.
Sin oler nada y sin oír tampoco,
con el caos primero confundirse.
Zhang Yu
di-versión©ochoislas
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聽香堂
粲粲歲寒花 幽香靜中起
人皆待三嗅 子獨受以耳
輯彼瓊瑤白 長謠自為喜
聲中豈無香 聞覺無異理
更願息聲塵 色香同一委
無聞亦無聽 冥然混沌始
張羽
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Dancing Green/ Tainted Love - 2023
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Plants Wife awakened from man, Husband action (The War of the Roses)
Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com
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I wanted to find another artist that works in a similar way to what I have throughout the module. I came across the work of Zhang Yu who works primarily with fingerprints throughout his practice. Here he used nothing but his index finger and water to create the depth within his piece, leaving his trace behind, without using any materials - which is fascinating to me. This idea of creating something with nothing, leaving the most delicate detail behind.
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