RIP Abbas Kiarostami. With every viewing of your films, your love letters to Iran and to Life itself - all of its happenings and miracles however minute, the narrowest of streams trickling through vast fields of gold, then the wind, life and everything else -, the sense of humanity and the beauty in everyday things they affirm, shook something within me.
As you unearthed in Life and Nothing More, "Well, to continue being alive is also an art. I suppose it's the most sublime art of all."
The wind carries you forth now. Thank you for your cinema.