Pollination
Protocol
如果对称是一种宿命，
那么枝叶如何逃脱？
如果树脂包裹时间，
那么风会不会死去？
欲望电流般涌动，
人造的花，究竟是梦的分身，
还是现实的残骸？
If symmetry is fate,
How do the branches escape?
If resin preserves time,
Does the wind cease to exist?
Desire surges like an electric current,
A man-made flower—
An echo of dreams,
Or remnants of reality?
Introduction
A gesture begins the work: a hand approaches a flower. The flower is a bionic iris—heat-shrink plastic cut and curled, each petal ink-washed in breathing gradients, veiled by a textured gauze that lets the form appear and withdraw. Blue-violet particles, generated live in TouchDesigner, fall across its surface; an Arduino beneath reads pressure. Touch becomes data; strength and duration become drift and spread. Stillness tips to motion. Zero turns to one. This piece asks what a choice is. When we reach to take—a flower, a tool, an idea—do we choose, or repeat what memory and code have already written? The tighter the grasp, the quicker the slip. Silicon does not refuse nature here; it proposes another kind. If carbon once opened a path to consciousness, perhaps silicon sketches a different self—less hormone than logic, less command than response. If a machine can learn the meaning of letting go, perhaps that is where freedom starts.
