Saturday, April 24, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
promises
exits that don't seem right in the first place...
yet there was no hesitation on your part...
the traveling eyes...
cause i know the reason why...
whenever i whisper your name when i miss you ...
it just went along with the wind that didn't stop
because you never wanted to hear those whispers...
it was your eyes instead that stop at all the ugly exits that you can't get out from...
this time around the rain didn't bring salvation....
yet there was no hesitation on your part...
the traveling eyes...
cause i know the reason why...
whenever i whisper your name when i miss you ...
it just went along with the wind that didn't stop
because you never wanted to hear those whispers...
it was your eyes instead that stop at all the ugly exits that you can't get out from...
this time around the rain didn't bring salvation....
on the right corner
everything is just an illusion of lies...
repeated over and over again...
like familiar words
through the letters typed, DELETE,typed
repeated over and over again...
like familiar words
through the letters typed, DELETE,typed
broken toy soldier
no more courage held ...
dreams shattered into dust...
that stirs up as the wind carries it away...
nothing matter anymore...
dreams shattered into dust...
that stirs up as the wind carries it away...
nothing matter anymore...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
ooh :º
i trip
the man himself, Mr Harsono, writing his name in Chinese calligraphy
Is a fucking brilliant exhibition. Where memories of the May 1998 riots in Indonesia is translated into the various forms of media. The exhibitions had shown another perspective of the political, social and cultural changes of the Indonesian society through the eyes of Mr Harsono.
The exhibits did sent chills and sadness down my heart, telling me how beastly and short sighted humans can be....
my pick from his exhibition:
Titled : Voice without Voice ( 1993-1994)
D
E
M
O
K
R
A
S
I
speak more than words.
∆
Title : Burned Victims
Performance Video & Artist Collection
Charred remains ( wooden torsos) as a remainder of the tragic May 1998 riots in Indonesia.
Credit Suisse: Innovation in Art Series
FX HARSONO: Testimonies
4 March to 9 May 2010
Is a fucking brilliant exhibition. Where memories of the May 1998 riots in Indonesia is translated into the various forms of media. The exhibitions had shown another perspective of the political, social and cultural changes of the Indonesian society through the eyes of Mr Harsono.
The exhibits did sent chills and sadness down my heart, telling me how beastly and short sighted humans can be....
my pick from his exhibition:
Titled : Voice without Voice ( 1993-1994)
D
E
M
O
K
R
A
S
I
speak more than words.
∆
Title : Burned Victims
Performance Video & Artist Collection
Charred remains ( wooden torsos) as a remainder of the tragic May 1998 riots in Indonesia.
Credit Suisse: Innovation in Art Series
FX HARSONO: Testimonies
4 March to 9 May 2010
i trip
thank you
"Hey" is what i will say with a faint smile ... your visit from Jakarta is much
appreciated, you made me feel really important
indeed you are "kool.
appreciated, you made me feel really important
indeed you are "kool.
Friday, April 9, 2010
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