Category Archives: jogja

wanton.

The Wanton is an indecent creature with no loyalty. Unidentified, it binds to nothing, crosses everything. It knows no nationality and all its nationalities. It fulfills the requirements to acquire green cards, as many as possible, jumping jolly from one to the other. Unexpectedly flirtatious, it could be anywhere at any given time. Nobody knows […]

packing.

Packing now, after 3 months in Jogja. In the exhibition I showed Invasion (was Almost Cut when still in progress), Great Wallpaper No. 211/1940, Great Wallpaper No. 12/2602, Great Wallpaper No. 470/I/Sbki/67, (Re)Collection of Togetherness – Stage 2 which included Pulang (was Sobron Sehari-hari until the most recent draft – this is also still in […]

watercolour.

My grandmother Tan Tjit Nio was born in 1912, in Pangkalpinang. She didn’t have any birth certificate. What she had was a acknowledgment of birth letter made in Batavia in 1940, signed by the Assistent-Resident of the Dutch India government of Batavia. It says: dat Tan Tjit Nio voornoemd niet in het bezit is van […]

is.

  When we went to the Ngasem pet market to look for some sand to put in the kite pots, Ratna saw this baby mosquitoes for fish food. She immediately and excitedly asked me whether I still was collecting mosquitoes. I said yes, bought one plastic bag of those baby mosquitoes and brought them back […]

run.

Krijn and I went to the southern alun-alun to jog this morning. Around the alun-alun they have installed new public fitness furnitures in the colours of McDonalds – not dissimilar to the sticks at the end of Tullamarine freeways just a few minutes from my place in Melbourne. The colours made Krijn very happy because […]