Where he learned to keep things
As a child he spent his afternoons in a basement, with the older neighbour who looked after him while his mother worked: a reindeer-Kin with a grow-lamp garden and shelves full of labelled jars. From her he learned to tell fermentation smells apart, to label every jar, and to stay quiet when silence was worth more than any explanation. His whole way of caring for others comes from those quiet afternoons. The portrait doesn't tell you that part; where it comes from, I tell in his story.







