Stories

Amoi

Hello! My name is Amoi, a little dragon from Java raised by a human I call Mommy.

Roekmini (1880-1951), the younger sister of the renowned Kartini from Jepara. Roekmini was a Javanese heroine who championed women’s rights through her work in wood carving and education. During her lifetime, the Dutch colonial government constrained Javanese noblewomen, depriving them of their identities and power.

Unremembered

This artwork depicts the overlooked historical narrative of noble female warriors in Java, during the late 18th and early 19th centuries.

Ragam Ni Si Marian

The novel ‘Ragam Ni Si Marian’, written by Kartini Sjahrir, based on research conducted in the Netherlands and Indonesia, is a work of fiction interwoven with social, political, economic, and inter-racial conflict facts during the colonial period from 1900 to the post-independence year of 1956.

Perempuan-perempuan Perkasa

‘Perempuan-perempuan Perkasa’ serves as an inspiring introduction for historians to delve deeper into the history of Indonesia from the mid-18th century to the modern era, using new approaches.

Kaget

Every life form begins with love. As the first strokes of sun rays travel to fill every inch of space with a cosmic kindness, darkness slowly bids farewell. Sleeping creatures start to awaken their sensory, absorbing energy and transferring warmth to one another making the earth beneath a happier ground. Like a conductor who is about to lead a grand symphony, a shiny black cockerel raise itself on to a fence, summoning others to join his sunrise orchestra. The hummingbirds set an opening tune, the daisies dance the cha-cha, while the leaves and the morning breeze sing a soothing ballad.

Joy

‘Joy’ is a small fragment of a new epistolary graphic novel that I intend to publish in 2024. Java entered a dark era after the war (1825-1830), where our culture underwent euphemism.

Goodwill

Once upon a full moon in Java, a kind rabbit lived in the deep forest with a pack of friends, including a monkey, an otter, and a wolf. The rabbit and his friends prayed to the Gods that night. Each offered compassion, but the rabbit secretly promised to sacrifice his body to anybody needing food. The rabbit’s wish was so genuine that it echoed to the sky and reached nirvana. The sun God decided to test the rabbit’s goodwill and disguised himself as a lost and hungry Brahmana.

Scaramouche

This textile edition is my visual exploration of the sarong motif worn by Bagong, the playful figure or ‘Scaramouche’ from Javanese mythology. The comedians in Wayang theatre or cultures outside Indonesia generally wear black and white isometric textile patterns. Based on this research, I developed a contemporary isometric design for the sarong worn by comedian characters from the silent story series I am working on.

Sound of Dawn

Every life form begins with love. As the first strokes of sun rays travel to fill every inch of space with a cosmic kindness, darkness slowly bids farewell. Sleeping creatures start to awaken their sensory, absorbing energy and transferring warmth to one another making the earth beneath a happier ground. Like a conductor who is about to lead a grand symphony, a shiny black cockerel raise itself on to a fence, summoning others to join his sunrise orchestra. The hummingbirds set an opening tune, the daisies dance the cha-cha, while the leaves and the morning breeze sing a soothing ballad.

Tuls

I fell in love with art when I learnt the pointillism technique at eleven. The method involved placing dots on a realistic drawing measuring 40 x 60 cm for three months. The process is very meditative and clears the mind, as I forget everything I know about the identity of the object I am drawing and only concentrate on the light and dark sides. I learnt to inhale and exhale in the midst of not knowing. Since then, I have continued to explore this pointillism technique with markers and other tools such as cotton swab tips, short-cut brushes, or my index finger dipped in ink.

Mosaic

Mosaic Prints Edition draws inspiration from a French poem by my daughter, Clio Losana.
Authenticity is a reconstruction of all pieces of our joy and sorrow.