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 to find the house. We didn’t find it. Instead, we found a warung selling Burjo […]
Help! My ranking in artfacts.net is now 22083 with a minus sign next to it (declining?)! Somebody send them an invitation with my name in it, please! And thus “Stockmarket” becomes a category.
If you think I must have heard that question for thousands of times in my life, you might be right. Ask me to confirm the number of times. Hi. I’m Tintin. Oh, really? Where’s Snowy? (laughs, as though it’s the smartest question on earth ever to be asked by a human being.) So here, all […]
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 the palace area. It is a unique experience of sound (and obviously sight) to pass […]
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 place, where his concubines and children would bathe. He would stay in this room up […]
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 to imagine being in possession of the amount of money to do so), whether it […]
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, dan akhirnya tinggal di Belanda setelah mereka sekeluarga lari ke Prancis. Berry, cucu Sobron, putra […]
“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 incorporating my works and talks, School of Politics, presenting my first draft for Sobron Sehari-hari. […]
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 rain began. I sketched some to think about the frame for Almost Cut and then […]
 They screamed. 
 The air rattled in tune 
and they screamed so loud     
   their heads blew up.   Finding themselves     in a place that made no sense,  they pieced together secrets, white lies, fear, dreams and glue them with beliefs. 
Anything to draw images  […]