fragments of my past
these three images are what remains in my memory about my childhood…
not much photos I could collect… well … these are small bits and pieces.



these three images are what remains in my memory about my childhood…
not much photos I could collect… well … these are small bits and pieces.



Today, everyone is a node ready to be connected with the world.
Photography as an art is broadly accessible and practiced as the extension of human memory. There is no time in history when events are easily dematerialized as social-media shared memories. The world is filled with a plethora of memory-nodes connected through the networks. Together, we make a fused sphere of converged memories.
Yet, that doesn’t mean that the world has a unified value of memory. The way we look at photographs is always filled with inner connections between us and the image. The photograph of my 1st birthday party consists of my personal connections. The photograph itself become the material memory of one-year old me and my mind is constructing the formal memory of the event. The connection between the material memory and formal memory of that photograph is a kind of journey. A journey in time and space. A...
it’s a good time for photography in Indonesia these day. So many good opportunity for publishing photography related stuffs.
Today I got some books on photography journalism and street photography. They’re all in Bahasa Indonesia. So no English edition for that matter.
anyway, here the covers:



enough said …



what’s the definition of order?
what’s the nature of chaos?
can we really differentiate both of those?



how to make the best of it ?
Here’s mine …
I started it out when the rain was pouring.

the I continue with water as a theme …


well, the everyday is just repeating themselves …


This is an unusual setup for me.

but it’s still turning out ok for me.

I am exploring compositions.

and today I’m exploring linegasm.
*a feeling of joy for composing and seeing lines in a composition of an image/photograph.

repeat after me:
Ok, I’ll make it only 9.
it’s a repetition.
It’s a reflection.
It’s a never-ending self-image building.
is it?
no?
is it simply just creation of image after image?
the repetition is not replication.
repeated image is not the same image…
it’s always asking for a new definition of the origin.
is it the image more important than the mirror?
you tell me.
you decide.


This is a ‘sweet’ and soft posting …
I just want to share some of my macro works during this weekend.
The equipment used is nothing sort of fancy.
Some of the photos I’m using the ricoh gr with cheapo macro lens attachment. Some more of the photos I’m using the old vintage lens from Pentax 110 system… . attached those to the Sony NEX-6 body using macro extender rings.
Overall, for my personal leisure, this was quite satisfactory.
:)

















This is not a real monument.
This is a replica of a real monument.
The real thing of this object is in fact not a monument at all.
This is a scaled-frozen of an already frozen imagination.
Are you real ?
or
Are you imagined ?


