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Tuesday, 5 April 2016

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Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!


Dear Frizzy Hair,

Hope this card finds you well when you are not attired with sleeping blindfolds like this time.
I would like to say thank you for travelling with me, I was all peculiarly remarkably fun, a quite a lot things I never thought of. Though, I strangely object to the noisy behaviour of yours, snoring.

In few days I will be away for two months, during that time, we might lose our propinquity and we might become stranger as before. Yet, I take an odd delight to see wrinkles on your face increased.

Here I consider to disclaim this to be a quite nice in letter, enclosed in this Momoko Sakura's illustrated card. Please accept my sincere apologies of these poor handwritings on the train and my unfavourable silly immature chromosome that annoys you so often.

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! epoch entirely occur stranger than fiction. Speak to you through wee language.


Sincerely strange,

NGT

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Postmortem Remould





















Tongue and eyes protrude, I am just a piece of meat and so are you.

Sunday, 6 March 2016

Sneak Peek to Sonotanotanpenz MV by Natasha Gabriella Tontey










Sonotanotanpenz is Hitomi Itamura and Hitomi Moriwaki from Fukuoka. I met them for the first time during my residency in Koganecho Bazaar 2015, Yokohama, where I invite them to collaborate as part of my artwork Little Shop of Horrors. This year, they came to Indonesia to meet me and ask me to make music video for them.

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

At your peril

Thy breath stinks with eating toasted cheese
Thy wit's as thick as tewsbury mustard

Feeling like corpse because doctor put some fabrics in my nostril 

The pain in the head at your peril

I wish to grow strawberry seeds on your face

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Hypochondria




Hypochondria
1 x 1 meter x 4 pcs
at Body Festival Ruangrupa

This notion is actually discovering what is simmering in someone’s subconscious means that pain and fear is more like a necessary rather the truth than it is articulating.
Questioning the art within the sense of touch, inviting the spectators to walk in the artwork itself. Will the visual affect the sense of touch? Will someone get bother of it?
I myself find it interesting that in this piece spared the conundrum of the fear and the sense of touch.  I must confront: that is my first attempt of making an interactive/touchable work, the question of how one even approaches what kind the ‘right’ method of presenting art?
Throughout developing this piece, it was something I personally worried over – the question of becoming a merely visual piece or not – I would have said no, not really. Spectators are invited to walk in this piece, to feel pain, to be tickled, and to feel.

Thursday, 18 April 2013

WSATCC'S LIVE IN INDIA










Two months ago, I was working for W Press and Indonesian's own White Shoes & the Couples Company. They were playing at ITT Madras World Music Festival, you could find stories, rants, some photographs, drawings, and memorabilia from their journey to India.
The newspaper itself was printed in two colour and were launched at Dia.Lo.Gue ArtSpace in midth February.

To see the newspaper in detail visit http://www.behance.net/gallery/White-Shoes-The-Couples-Company-Live-In-India-2013/7375775

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Monday, 18 October 2010

one tangled tale


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I lay with half-shut eyes that would not wake,
Lovingly clinging to the nasty sunny beam
For that sweet vision's sake

Monday, 10 August 2009

Ladurée The Parisian Cake Shoppe

A whimsical cake and pastry shoppe located on the very heart of Paris, the Champs-Élysées. Well known for its speciality on Macaron (probably it is the finest of the world). Macaron is a traditional French pastry made of egg whites, almond powder, icing sugar, and sugar. This whimsical sweets shaped round as circle, meringue-like with flat base.

Ladurée was found by Louis-Ernest Ladurée in Paris 1862 but on 1871 the bakery was burnt down then they rebuilt on the same place and Jules Chéret (the Parisian litographer) was directed the interior decoration

Me and Mum had our Parisian lunch here and I was delighted with the meal especially the blue macaron. And it is just beauty as my friend Anindita told me, indeed it is beautiful.

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ide & penemuan

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Amsterdam, Juli 2009

Semuanya berawal dari mimpi, khayalan, dan gurauan.