The Millet Drops Head
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Dates2019 - Ongoing
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Author
- Location China, China
The millet drops head;
The sorghum is in sprout.
Slowly I trudge and tread;
My heart is tossed about.
Those who know me will say
My heart is sad and bleak;
Those who don't know me may
Ask me for what I seek.
O boundless azure sky,
Who's ruined the land and why?
----The Ruined Capital, Book of Songs
My project The Millet Drops Head is a response to the Traditional Poems Meditating on the Past. They were taken in Xi'an, China. Xi'an is the capital of many dynasties in ancient China, with a history of thousands of years. Due to regime change, most of the architecture in ancient times have been destroyed and leaving only ruins. For such a monumental city, ruins were material remains of history and often inspired poets' and artists' contemplation of the Past. I have sought out these places of nothingness, repeatedly transformed by human beings, in an attempt to complete the reconstruction of the fragments of history.