nightride.
At exactly 12.55am this morning, a pair of cats were having a fight over a garbage pile just in front of Hotel Dian, jalan Parangtritis. It was not exactly then, but a few minutes later or perhaps earlier, that I…
suryodiningratan.
Forty years ago, my mother used to live in a house on jalan Suryodiningratan, not far from the Akademi Musik Indonesia (now Institut Seni Indonesia‘s postgraduate department) where she did her study. We went through that street yesterday afternoon, trying…
fortress.
There is a certain wave in Jogja that tells motorbike riders when a traffic light is about to turn green. This wave is very practical when it’s sunny and very hot, especially around the gates of the old walls surrounding…
taman sari.
These stories came from a few weeks ago, when our internet access was slow and uploading was a frustrating mission: In the old days (and that’s dating only to the year 1755 and on) the Sultan would come to this…
birthday.
The past few years I’ve been half-subconsciously trying to have my birthday on the run. Whether it is a pretentious effort, or simply a side-effect of not having bought a house to come home to (not even having been able…
home.
Today, Sobron Sehari-hari is taking a more focused direction. “Pulang – Ke Mana?” Ketika Sobron Aidit meninggalkan Indonesia tahun 1963, tidak pernah terlintas di benaknya bahwa dia tidak akan bisa pulang. Putri keduanya, Nita, lahir di Cina,…
confused.
“It was a good talk. You really looked confused!” A curator who worked as coordinator for Yokohama Triennial 2005 told me after my talk there. I was a collaborator of and part of Ong Keng Sen’s project consisting of installations…
ants.
Last night was the first time I discussed more about Sobron Sehari-hari again with Marie. She has seen the first draft in Singapore when I presented it at Theatreworks/72-13 a few years ago. Today started really hot. Midday, the big…
studio.
This is where I’m working for the Landing Soon #5 artist residency until the end of January 2008. This particular studio is at the back of Cemeti Studio (just a few hundred meters from the Cemeti Art House), looking…
in memoriam.
The last time I met Sobron was in November 2006, at his daughter Nita’s place in Almere, the Netherlands. I stayed over, chatted with Nita, Bregas and their son Berry for the first time, and a bit with Nita’s daughter…