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Shilfina Putri W. Jakarta thriving to survive; surviving to thrive 

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“It holds them but only for as much as they destroy it” - 2023

My visual harvest of @sejawatmerawat 's reading on Princess Mononoke, 23/04/22.

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PLTU Menyala, Laut Kami Mati - 2022

Comic on the impacts of coal powered powerplantplant to fisherman In Banten for Trend Asia

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The big ox fairy - 2021

Digital Illustration

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It’s Grit - 2020

Digital illustration

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Tadaima - 2017

Digital collage of Meivy Adriani’s Photography

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Untitled - 2019

Digital collage of Guyub Rizky’s Photogtaphy

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The Banaid - 2018

Comic strip illustration in collaboration with Anaya Anjar

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A book review

A book review | Indonesian

LEKRA, Political aesthetic,

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The Grilling of a Meaty Masculinity

Shilfina Putri Widatama That sizzling sound of masculinity, can you hear it? It comes from somewhere between the cooking of bloody red meat and its juicy marbling fat. It is becoming, just like how…

Writing | English

Cooking, gender, kitchen

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Multipleme (series) - 2018

Digital drawing for book mark design

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Girl in red and orange - 2017

Digital illustration for logo mockup

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Kombuchaisme for Substore poster design - November 2020

Graphic design

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Wonder Oils logo - May, 2020

Logo rebranding

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Your lost, not mine - 2018

A digital collage

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“Together and More” - 2020

A digital collage series in collaboration with Rahmawati Indah’s photography

Responding the feeling of solitude, solidarity, and familiarity during the pandemic.

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A digital collage series of Rahmawati Indah’s photography

2019

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Little English

When I was five, My father taught me a little english with a pack of flash cards he made. Now I wonder why he didn't teach himself too. One day he gave up on that and decided to work a little harder, five years later he came home with a recorder box and our small tv could speak english. In a year or two I could understand what mickey was trying to say, And went around the house thinking like I was somekind of miley, raven, or alex I imitated their lines, stories, and expression, little by little I talked to my father like he was a billy but maybe he thought it was a bit too silly and so he said, "Do not out smart me".