#berlinartprojects

[keiross]

So it was my birthday the other day. To celebrate I cleaned my kitchen sink. I also went down to the canal in my neighbourhood to draw this and the coolest thing happened - as I was perched by the path a couple of guys walked passed, and then out the corner of my eye I noticed one of them was approaching me, and he was like "Is it you? I think it's you!" He seemed nice but I didn't recognise him. With a big smile which radiated all kinds of positivity he said "I love your Instagram!". How nice is that? I'm Insta-famous 😬

Well random passer-by-dude, thanks for letting me know because you made my birthday! 😊 It was such a nice surprise. I mean I do all this drawing because in many ways I have to, and I suppose it stopped occurring to me that my scribbles may give other people a smile or some form of enjoyment or something - so thanks dude, because being told that was the nicest birthday present, even better than a clean kitchen sink 😬

[keiross]

Pen portrait practice. One of the only times things make sense in my head is when I draw. Like, suddenly everything fits together and feels natural. It’s a different mode of feeling. Some of the drawings above used pencil first, some not, others were from life, others from photos - but all of them transported me to a different realm where confusion, fear, anxiety, sadness took a back seat to a central feeling of calm. Embrace drawing everyone 😊

[keiross]

I wrote and illustrated a kid’s book. It’s about a sweet little flamingo who has to leave his home in the east, ends up in Berlin and the story focuses on his search for new friends. There are some funny bits and it has a happy ending with a theme of diversity and acceptance.

The flamingo is basically a refugee but anyone can relate to searching for new friends in a strange place.

In case you want to support me and the Flamingo, you can buy a copy here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/keiross

Or read more about it and me here: https://berlinlovesyou.com/keir-edmonds-mr-flamingo/

Drawings, paintings, illustrations from Berlin with <3 by keiross

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An Illustrated Children's Book about Berlin Loneliness

Keir Edmonds' Mr. Flamingo Goes to Berlin sees a flamingo struggling to make friends and "fit" into our weirdo, oftentimes bleak city. Berli

[jahjoma]

#Repost @berlinartprojects with @repostapp ・・・ Our group exhibition "Territories of Commitments" at one of the biggest Turkish daily newspapers @Milliyet written by Fisun Yalcinkaya. Thanks for sharing! @fisskobirlik @milliyetcomtr #berlinartprojects #territoriesofcommitments #alitaptik #yusufsevincli #joanakohen #bugraerol #zeynepbeler #sezabali #milliyet #fisunyalcinkaya #berlin #istanbul #exhibition #contemporaryart #photography #news

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The first time I fell in love Was the day you told me, You didn’t feel the same. That even though it was nice, I didn’t inspire you Or make your heart stop. The first time I fell in love Wasn’t some beautiful perfect day. It was cloudy and murky A stench of things rotting. There was no sunshine No silver lining or rainbows. The first time I fell in love I felt like drowning. My chest hurt like crazy, Eyes itching from rubbing, My bones collapsing on itself, Blood leaking into crevices. The first time I fell in love I remembered the little stuff. How you grabbed my hair, How you tasted on my lips, How you felt against my skin. I revered every little thing. The first time I fell in love I wanted to die. I wanted to grate my skin with sandpaper. I wanted to pull every hair out. I wanted to vomit out every kiss. I wanted to hurt me. The first time I fell in love I didn’t hurt me, Just because you did. I didn’t cut myself Or make me sick, I stopped myself in time. The first time I fell in love I stood in front of the mirror And looked at me. The black hair you liked. The lips you kissed. The curves you touched. The first time I fell in love I loved my hair for its smell. I loved my lip for its smile. I loved my curves for its softness. I loved my scars for its memories. I loved me. The first time I fell in love I realised that I didn’t need to inspire you. I wasn’t your muse, I was my own artist. I needed myself to create me. The first time I fell in love Was the day you broke my heart. Thank you for that. I wouldn’t have found my first love Without all the hurt. The first time I fell in love was with me.

[no-65]

No Stattbad No Art

[mariannjemima]

Unsure which pain is worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

anon

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