the category is: running with sirens

If you're around Sydney, "Gotong Royong: Community Spirit in Contemporary Southeast Asian Art" curated by Ellya Gunawan is open to visit until April 13th 2024 at 16albermarle Project Space. Distance won't prevent from having such a pleasant time working with the wonderful team at @16albermarleprojectspace @elle.gunawan @iubnasus and everyone following along. These past weeks have been memorable. Thank you! First image is 4 of 24 entitled "Nostalgic Reunion", cone 6 stoneware ceramics. They won't have the same journey without the help from my fellow ceramicists @ponyeek @beanugroho @nasyalfh @makaci.studio @tasyasdw makasih banyak udah bersedia meluangkan waktu panjang dalam proses yang gak instan ini. love selaluuu 🤎🤎🤎 🖼 Photos courtesy of 16albermarle Project Space Excerpt from the exhibition text: 'The exhibition delves into the cultural concept of 'gotong royong', a term rooted in ancient customs of the Malay Archipelago, where collaborative efforts symbolise the collective spirit of cultural identity. Derived from the Javanese words gotong (“work”) and royong (“together”), the term traces its origins to age-old customs where individuals collaborated in communal efforts, fulfilling social obligations within their community. Presenting diverse works from eight contemporary artists from Indonesia, Malaysia, and Thailand. Through mediums such as painting, textile installation, sculpture, ceramics, photography, and prints, Gotong Royong explores themes including narratives of women in domestic life, nostalgia for past history and landscapes, the need for environmental preservation, connections through traditional activities, various religious and spiritual practices, mythical creatures and scenes of daily life in the kampung, or village.'

𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲 cone 6 stoneware I know nothing what's so glimmering from the fallacy of power and dominance, only wondering if it will always blinds people from sitting ground low to stand with rationality. Then again in the end, I know nothing 🤷‍♂️

one of Artjog toes, a sentimental detail from Outskirts by Mella Jaarsma

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 cowry shells and stoneware 2022 . At the opening of 'After Hours: Regroup!' group exhibition last December, @148.c.m & @ruminantian repeatedly interpreting gestures of an endless Mancala gameplay in response to the story behind the piece. The artwork felt alive for 3 hours and it wouldn't have been the same without Kanti & Jeh syncing to the surroundings. *𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦* . thank you @tikusdistorsi for making it legit on photos. 📸

"Catatan Ziarah / Footages of Pilgrimage" Lenticular print & Cone 6 stoneware Variable dimensions 2022 Walking reassembles a pattern similar to breathing and praying, it also brings exhaustion, yet gives us peace in mind and soul. Walking does transcend—someone—to another dimension created by themselves. 🪵👫🏻🌳 the exhibition is still running at @serambipirous until this May 🌻

Even though 16 names from 10 places wouldn't be enough as historical representatives behind the java-centric narratives, with a homage to these names, the only dictation women deserve are her opinions are valid and taught to respect herself. the final result wouldn't be the same without @shiayihyiing_art and @aylapierrotarendt and @dian.arumningtyas and hours and hours of discussions (and sometimes objections) towards womanhood from their shoes. Selamat Hari Pahlawan

For weeks, I continue to think about shores and seas through oil on canvas. In slide: Pantai, Srihadi Soedarsono (1974)* The Monk by the Sea, Caspar David Friedrich** (1810) Different #6, Widi Wardani (2020)*** . wwwalau punya widi @widwar sih teuing ttg pantai atau bukan tapi edaaan la ampun . *scanned from Balik Bandung catalog **Google scholar ***Screenshot ig widwar

Beautiful Arahmaiani in "The Flower" (1981) scanned from Museum Macan's 2018 exhibition catalogue

I miss firing clays

I drew this when I was in early 20, locked down in dorm room, friends asleep after few cups of tea accompanying deadlines. I potrayed a blurred out face filled in with uncanny colors as to depict spontaneous feeling about growing up fear of not fullfilling my parents hopes, or mine. As I grew older, I discovered the feeling has a name called "Monachopsis" as it mentioned on one of John Koenig's book. tho its just like other ordinary feelings like sad, angry or happy, but intangible as regular feelings. I thought maybe it was just a fling as I grow older, but my head is bigger than my body, my heart is weaker than my knee caps as it trembles when I'm thinking mad. The fear of walking alone as I grow older and the realization that I am near in fully taking care of myself is the feeling I fail to define but to feel everyday, like its trying to remind me that it will stay permanent, never forget to greet me at every night, and distract me every single day.