January.18.2011. Almost late at night I came to that room up the stairs. That is my favourite room in Andie’s house in Bandung, West Java (I called his house is Twilight Villa), the place that I escape for. I didn’t really sleep in that room. Always waiting the sunrise came…
Engkau ada, di ranting kemarau Sepasang mata yang menyimpan pesona laut Lazuardi-mu melarutkanku Dalam cerita pengembaraanmu Di sepotong tanah lahirmu, jejakmu Di atap pulau para Dewata… Serasa kaurengkuh aku dalam dekap helai sayap seta-mu Terbang…terbangkan aku… Kurentangkan tanganku selebar engkau rengkuh langitmu Helain bulu patah oleh angin yang tak setuju…
The first idea to made this sketch when I travelled with him to West Sumatra, last November 2013. He sit down in front of me when he looked at the scene of Singkarak Lake from his camera. I made the raw sketch in my notes. Than I transfered the concept…
I call him Bayu. I meet him on the ‘new world’ that I learn recently : fashion journalist. He is a fashion photographer, blogger, and have a dream to be fashion editor like Anne Wintour. He teach me how ‘the fashion world’ can make us sleep late at night :).…
I just say, that sketch based on Cok Sawitri’s face. I am not confident to say that it is Cok :). She is a writer, drama teacher, and dancer. ‘I can be everything to everyone’, she said. Be an activist for a women, be a witch for her neighbour, be…
Writer block! I have many works must be finished on the end of 2013. But really, I have no idea even write one word. I have no interst with camera, lap top, and books and anything that I love before! Bookshop and coffee shop often be the way out from…
Di Warung Kopi Chek Yukee, Banda Aceh, untuk pertama kali saya melihat bagaimana kopi saring disajikan. Ngopi di sini bukan hanya kelezatan kopinya, tapi juga suasana egaliter yang menyenangkan. Saya selalu merindukan suasana itu dan kawan-kawan di sana.
Untuk memotret ini, saya harus naik ke bukit kapur yang nyaris tegak dan tanpa pegangan, kecuali tanaman semak pendek. Tebing terjal itu langsung berhadapan dengan laut bila jatuh. Tapi terbayar…
Masyarakat di sekitar danau percaya, siapa saja yang pernah meminum air di danau Maninjau, maka ia akan kembali lagi ke sana. Mungkin, saya pun demikian…ini kali ke-3 saya mengunjunginya, November 2013 silam.
Aku dengar nafas angin terhisap pelan, seperti berbulir – bulir udara menjelmakan wujudnya. Mereka menari dalam bilah diafragma lantas meluncur gemulai dalam serutan notasi. Setubuh nafas mengalir di rahim flute warna tembaga. Pagi pun lahir dengan konser yang sedemikian megah. Udara menjelma tahta di bibir itu. Wajah kelabu itu ada…