trauma
I still can’t forget the faces of those high school girls in Singapore. They were listening to my story, and in the end of it one of them said she would never forget it. As part of Make Your Own…
initiated.
I have just been officially initiated into The Order of Cartons. I have got the first cart that I am co-responsible for. I am excited. When I stepped out for water this evening I saw the lady in pink stripes….
new year.
Something hit and I had to take a distance from myself today. I saw so many jumbled emotions there, like if a firework had strings attached to each of its tiny explosions, each of its other ends tied to its…
attraction.
Thinking of my magnet and my razorblade today, I had a revelation. How they relate to each other is like what the fox said to the little prince. Being attracted so strongly to each other, but pulled back by the…
reflect.
It’s been a year since last June. I’ve gone through a lot. I’ve learned quite a lot too. Or at least hopefully so. One of the deepest things I learned is that nothing can happen in an instance. This might…
perspectives.
It is no other than movement in space, over time, that allows a change in perspective. From one point in space, at one point of time, you can see a smoothly curved line. You have the option to believe that…
fake.
“If you can write down your passport number without having to look at your passport,” the border police said smugly, “your passport is definitely fake.” What a training, I thought. Quietly, I felt sorry for him. The three other police…
bluish.
Installation view of the Great Wallpaper series. Photo courtesy of Cemeti Art House/Sari Handayani. When I returned, she was still drawing. On the wall. Why, I asked her. Because it is a wall, she said. But why, I asked…
lure.
Lure (2009) is a spatial installation using handmade miniature passports, handmade real-size passports, and a claw vending machine. The installation consists of two coherent parts — the Intro and the Main part. The Intro is a long line of colourful…