dear kindred voyager of this life,
last week was chinese new years, and my grandfather died. my two grandfathers both died in the last four months -- during winter in Berlin, during this pandemic lockdown.
I don't have the words to talk about it yet, but I'm sure words -- and pictures -- will come. right now, I try to embrace the felt sensation of each day in this endless grey berlin weather.
I have a lot of things to share with you this week. a handmade labor of love (cigarette kisses) -- some reflections on what I did in January, a visual poem about Berlin, and two photo diary entries.
1 | a handmade labor of love: cigarette kisses
2 | a belated vlog: january artist diary
3 | a photo diary of a morning | chinese new years eve
4 | a microfilm-visual poem on ephemerality: birds of berlin
5 | berlin diaries & inspirations: notes from a long snowy walk
that's all for this week. wishing you sun in your face, moon in your heart.
xoxo, kening
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