#play in progress

[nariswariyudianti]

PLAY IN PROGRESS #PIP by ABENK ALTER

I came across this Indonesian artist randomly while going through ‘explore’ Instagram page. His name is Abenk Alter, and he’s no stranger in Indonesia’s E-World.

I hooked on his painting at the first sight looking at them on his instagram, much because he’s using a technique that looks alike my all time favorite pop artist; New York’s KEITH HARING. 

The Fast Lines, as he describes how he makes his signatures artwork, are eclectic to see -- in monochrome, or vibrant colours. Every lines mean something, and those perfect, continues, undisconnected lines are always made up to an element of thought that spills out by the artist, Abenk Alter, in a unique semi-abstract way ; which any rookie Connoisseur, could still enjoys his work by their reflects of sight.

I finally got a chance to come by to his exhibition in Jakarta -- somewhere in Summer 2017, right the next day after Eid Celebration.

the exhibition titled PLAY IN PROGRESS a collaborative works of four local artist, in various medium; UV lighting, paint, board, digital screen dan graphic visual. Taking the teaching of Confucius teaching, the artist believes that when we do what we love, working becomes playing, and playing becomes absolutely correct. 

Once I bought a house to myself, I definitely will have his work hanging on my biggest wall in the room.

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About the Exhibition : PLAY IN PROGRESS @ Plaza Indonesia 5th Floor, 7 June - 31 july 2017

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Xo, 

Nariswari

27 June 2017 

[earhartsease]

something we're in a constant process of trying to come to terms with is that as a system of humans and not-humans, where some of the humans are us if we'd been born another sex, we have and always will have diverse and conflicting longings when it comes to "so what body do you want" and the only way to resolve this isn't by trying to resolve it at all, but by accepting and loving this experience as it is

and that's both scary af and also a huge relief? there's never going to be some Big Moment when it all comes together, and not fighting that saves so much wasted energy - we're a community of people of different ages, sexes, species, and, hmm, whatever word includes some of us being environmental gods - and we have to find a way to move through this world appreciating our differences of thought and feeling and desire, we're a probability cloud, a quantum state of becoming that will never collapse to a known state - and that's beautiful as well as frightening, but it's what's happening so here we all are doing that

[littlemaggieinthebigcity]

(A woman stands C wearing headphones. She is not listening to music. Standing. Very long pause. Very still.) I remember being like eight years old. Probably younger but I can’t ever really be sure with like pinpointing ages in these memories. But I was probably like eight. And we were at the Ranch and it was real real late. We were staying with grandma. No I was staying with grandma, because this kind of stuff never happened when you were there. But it was late, and I remember the window was open in that spare room we always stayed in and it was just too cold and too dark. And I was still always using a nightlight, because I was so little. And I remember walking to Grandma’s room and tapping her sleeping shoulder in her freezing room and she was instantly angry at me. Instantly angry at her grandchild for waking her up. I was scared and cold, because the house was so old and I was just sure that the place was full of ghosts ready to stoop low over me the moment I close my eyes. And she yelled at me. She said that thing, that “Chrissakes” thing that she always did. Like she was retired, why was it a big deal if her visiting grandchild couldn’t sleep. I asked to sleep with her and she was just. Pissed. she was pissed off at me, and I knew I wanted to go home. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to call mom and dad and go home. When I asked if I could call them, she actually laughed at me. She laughed at me and told me to just be quiet and get into bed with her and just let her get some “goddamn sleep.” I remember laying there in that freezing room next to her and crying in the dark until I finally fell asleep. The next morning she fed me expired grapenuts. How fucking difficult would it have been for her to buy some fucking cheerios for her grandchild. I just. I just don’t want to go. I know that you get it and you’re sympathetic and you understand, but I’m just so. just so angry. I am so angry at her. She was never a good part of our lives, I think it’s unfair for her to ask this of us on top of everything else.  I want to be there for mom. I do. But I don’t know if it’ll be any help. I think I may just get in the way.  When are you getting in. Ok. ok fine. Yeah. I land. I land just a few minutes after. Just stay in the terminal and we can grab food before dad gets there.  Yeah I love you too. At least I get to see you guys. Ok. We’re boarding. see you soon.