paris.

paris.

At Espace culturel Louis Vuitton, it started off like this: … and ended up like this: Transfigurations: Indonesian Mythologies at Espace culturel Louis Vuitton, Paris, curated by Hervé Mikaeloff. 24 Jun – 23 Oct 2011. Made with the generous support…

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.

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…

stage 4.

stage 4.

(Re)Collection of Togetherness – stage 4 was shown as part of the Jakarta Biennial in 2009. The preparation was done in parallel to Lure and the Bus Gallery version of Terra Incognita, et cetera. I couldn’t go out of Australia…

georgia and russia.

Georgia and Russia live together imperfect harmony. Side by side with South Ossetia, which has no passport of its own. Yet. Ebony and Ivory thought war was obsolete. My piano keyboard was wrong. I look forward to adding South Ossetia…

be[com]ing dutch.

be[com]ing dutch.

                      Be[com]ing Dutch, Van Abbemuseum, Eindhoven, the Netherlands, 24 May – 14 Sep 2008.Photos by Peter Cox.

dry.

Waiting to dry.

may.

may.

Today, I have 132 mosquito-passports in total, including a UN laissez-passee one. Around this time last year, the idea of collecting as many passports as possible was merely a running joke between me and my friends. I would tell them…

mosquito in april.

My my. I’ve just seen a mosquito here, in April. I hope she will come again and bring her friends, saying “come and let’s suck Tintin’s blood and spread it around the world.” I wish Australian customs hasn’t seized my…

the most international artist in the universe.

If I would have been born exactly where I was born — approximately 4400 kilometres away from where I currently reside — but 100 years before, people might have called me a Chinese Dutch East Indian. If I would have been born…