WHAT DO MEMORIES MEAN TO YOU?
Roots
A prose-photography project about my distant past memories, written in English and Indonesian.
Covered up in three stages short stories; Sonder, atomic relieved feeling; Kuebiko, violences trauma; Monachopsis, out of self and place. On top of that, I also added a mini series of ICM (Intentional Camera Movement) photography to visualize the hazy feelings upon ruminating those memories.
(From left to right) Nyala; Duduk; Silang. Shot on iPhone 7G.
Sonder
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This is not the first time; they’ve always throwing many questions that craving answers outside of my league. Now, how did something is seeking an escapement if it never steps into something in the first place? I started to count them again, one by one, but this time I just put my attention into the crowd of shades on my back. Of course, they’re swarmed on one point—no, more like they overlapping and stepped on top of each other. My eyes got really dries and sting by just looking at what they’re trying to do. My point is, with all that rushing, are they able to sleep peacefully on their nights? Or perhaps they do the haste so they can calm their soul before sleeping soundly by the night, I guess.
This is not the first time; they’ve always throwing many questions that craving answers outside of my league. Now, how did something is seeking an escapement if it never steps into something in the first place? I started to count them again, one by one, but this time I just put my attention into the crowd of shades on my back. Of course, they’re swarmed on one point—no, more like they overlapping and stepped on top of each other. My eyes got really dries and sting by just looking at what they’re trying to do. My point is, with all that rushing, are they able to sleep peacefully on their nights? Or perhaps they do the haste so they can calm their soul before sleeping soundly by the night, I guess.
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Kuebiko
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No one asked. Then why all of these doors got completely closed tightly? Suddenly everything gets red and turn dark. They’re all running away screaming, scattered, trying their best to reach all the other doors that yet closed just for bawling right on the back of it. All eyes can see it clearly, those sob and mourning aren’t addressed for the small hut or its ruins. They dried all their tears up just for the sake of themselves. Now that’s what you call a pure empath, it will turn into its divine form if all the doors got completely shut.
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Monachopsis
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The prayer is quite simple, I just have to remember it if both of my hands not in control. Then I’ll threw the prayer off after all seems to be fine, safe and sound in the palm of my hand. So, this is the prayer.
The prayer is quite simple, I just have to remember it if both of my hands not in control. Then I’ll threw the prayer off after all seems to be fine, safe and sound in the palm of my hand. So, this is the prayer.
Kneel I am,
gaze upward and facing to the East.
If this is what I’m seeking let it be the answer,
from all of the misery and prejudices.
Om.
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(From left to right) Bridge; Yard; Gate; Roots. Shot on Sony A6600.
