A series of sketches depicting Berliners I’ve encountered. Each portrayed by a bear – the symbol of the city. This guy is a hot dog vendor at Alexanderplatz.
Who is she really? What is the self, and what is identity?
I’ve always wanted to do this. A sheep in wolf’s skin.
Finally had some time to sit down and put this first video together. Hopefully I’ll be able to upload one new video per week for the next little bit.
The swallow flys south to Egypt. She’s not staying for the Happy Prince.
Sorry Oscar… I think I like my version of the story better.
I’m not trying to be morbid. In contrary, I think this is a hopeful act.
I’d like to let go of this self who spent 14 years living in Canada, all her experiences, whether it be happy or melancholic… at the same time, I’d like to remember who she was, and take the lessons she learnt with me. A funeral is a ritual where life is being celebrated. Through the process of letting go of the past, I’d like my new life to be stronger, and less fearful of what the future holds for me.
I’m the phoenix,
You’re the flame who finally sets me ablaze.
Within your embrace,
my flesh disintegrate.
Within my scream,
My laughter echos.
It’s funny how without you I cannot go.
It’s funny how it’s you who gives me my sentence.
My body crumbles, into ashes.
and within these ashes, I’ll rise again.
Would you like to join us for tea?
I cannot sleep.
I cannot close my eyes.
The silence of the night is deadly.
I try to make myself drift away,
only to be awakened by so vivid a nightmare.
I take a deep breath, and look outside.
Dawn’s coming.
