Time

Hello, everyone! It's Sunday afternoon. We don't really celebrate Thanksgiving here but I had a great dinner with my family last night. So anyways, happy thanksgiving! I have put so much interests in contemporary still life photography in the last 4 months. So I decided to make a photobook about it. Call it a zine, or a photo book, or photo compilation, whatever. This is my artwork about time in still life contemporary photography along with pieces of letters from a woman to a man which she had never sent. 

I used a DIY lightbox or a mini studio which is made of a thick paper. I used a lot of bandages here. The point is to tell everyone that time heals. I have been thinking a lot about time; what is time exactly. Because I just don't understand the point of earth's rotation, how we are stuck in this neverending pirouette. I don't know if this interpretation of time suits your perception of time. For me, time is the reason you can accept the fact that your father died, or your dreams had been shattered.  So I used these bandages as the symbol of time. I hope you can relate.

Countless wishes,

countless kisses,

abundant warmth,

with late night thoughts.

Call me crazy or weird. I made a mind-map about everything that's been going on with my life: school, work, friends, family, boyfriend, self. Even school has many things to do: internship-based research, pre-thesis research, thesis for my public relations bachelor. And then, we talk about work: content creating, copy writing, website developing, this and that, money, paying the insurance. Friends: I need them, they make me feel safe, like it's alright. And then family; the reason why I keep my persistence towards my studies and my dreams and all of this chaotic happenstances that keep happening to me. The reason why I want to hold on. Boyfriend: he's like, the last destination I could think of when I'm broken. The one who's always been supporting me. Sometimes, I would ask him,

"Will you still be with me if they fired me?"

"Will you still be with me if I failed on my thesis?"

And he would nod and say "duh."

It's silly. But it calms me. 

And then self. The urge to be alone, in solitary, with my self-made serenity. All the fucking ego.

For a human who lives seven days a week, having more than six aspects to think about. Is this how life is supposed to be?

The Time of My Life

Misty Tanjung Aan when the sky was cloudy

It's clearly okay to take a break. For myself that's made of excessively high self-reliance and complexity, I've come to realize the importance of pausing everything and enjoying the time while it lasts.

I decided to go on a trip again. This time, I went to Lombok, an island located in Nusa Tenggara Barat (NTB) Province. It was only 4 days break but I definitely had the time of my life. It's not that I got really drunk, so drunk I could die. But it was a mere break from everything: work, school, and anxiety.  Well,  I didn't turn into a traveler who didn't shower: I did love my time traveling but I was still me. I was stranded in loneliness which I loved.

So Anyways, here's the story.