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 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 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.
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