Door opens, door closes. I find myself a seat next to the window, facing the same direction as the direction in which the train travels, sit down, take out a pen and paper from my cotton tote bag, and start scribbling.
Read MoreAbout a month ago in Shenzhen, I met a “lady from the West" who told me that she had “dreamwalked” into the reality of "copy painters" in Dafen village in Shenzhen. She was wide-eyed, both curious and critical about everything happening around her, and ready to work, with just about everything around her.
Read MoreMy writing partner Ripu and I went to Potsdam to see the Picasso exhibition at Museum Barberini in Potsdam. It was the first time we ever took a trip out of Berlin together. Even it was just going to be a day trip, the prospect of spending a day with her, seeing art, talking about art, excited me.
Read MoreA month ago in Shenzhen, I met a “lady from the West" who dreamwalked into the reality of the creative struggle of "copy painters" in the Dafen village.
Read MoreMy experience makes me start to ponder, how should we educate our children? Should we teach them to abide by social rules and expectations, and play a safe game? Or should we fan their flames, encourage them to be unapologetically themselves, sometimes even despite their own well-being?
Read MoreAt one point, even the last faint beams of sunset had vanished, so we needed to take out our torches. The person behind would shed light for the person before. I remembered the moment I stopped and turned around, I saw a mountain covered in streams of light that flowed down the slopes like gleaming water of gold. Above us, there was the Milky Way flowing across the entire sky like a river, as if the universe was reflecting back to us the grandeur of human endeavor. Since that day, I’ve stored that image in the depths of my memories, as if I knew that someday I would have to retrieve from it the missing hints I’d need to carry on.
Read MoreSo what do artists do behind the scenes when they are not “arting,” besides bread and butter? The blog post is in remembrance of the exceptionally long summer we had in Berlin in 2018.
Read MoreRecently, I’ve come to the conclusion that my dual existence is no different from the existence of a street artist—somewhat aimless, full of weltschmerz (literally, “world pain”), confusion, and desires, but never lacking the impulse to jump onto another train.
Read MoreI decided to document my creative endeavors between the two cities for a year—what I see, what I hear, what my friends do, and how we imagine and create together.
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