Indraswari Pangestu: Art

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July 19, 2014

#4 Diadem, #5 Coronal

DIADEM

I've seen the realm of dewfall

With jaundiced lamps and golden candelabrum

Smear of cloud on your feet

flickering all over the place.

Lord, was it heaven?

But it was some time ago

Oh, my dearest Kind

It was just some time ago.

Now some time has gone

Your nightmare comes right

Slumber of being trampled, my Dear

Because you were by oneself.

Look for a devotee

Please,

behold of yourself,

you wish you were dead.

Abigail, please dispatch me some aid.

For what I'm about to write.

CORONAL

I've been wanting to write this for some time. And I will not, somehow, regret the usage of my language.
Pardon my grammatical mistakes. Or, any mistakes really. It's just, I feel much more comfortable writing in English. Because there are some words I just can't express in ours.

I love being awake in the middle of the night. I just, again, love it. It's not that I never sleep, although my record of staying awake was more than 48 hours. Yes, 48 hours with no single snore. But this is just me nowadays. I love my lonely nighttime. There's a divine elaboration of that word, 'nighttime', "the time between evening and morning; the time of darkness.". That's the coolest definition I have ever heard for such a long time. Nighttime. The time of darkness.

There are few things that I'd lovely consider to be my favorite things at nighttime. It's the mad silence. You can just listen to it. No sound. Yet, it would keep you awake. It's the madness. Your mind starts flowing out. It trembles you. And you begin to hate yourself, or incredibly satisfied with yourself. It scares you. You wish you were dead. You wish you had an illness. You simply just want to die. That's not just the silence speaks to you. It's your mind.

How uncanny of myself to think that I'm the only one feeling like this. I, sure, highly doubt it. But what differences does it make to feel this way, with those people that also think like this. They probably had accomplished their suicidal thought. Or probably got a great treatment like Naoko from Norwegian Wood. Anyway she still killed herself though. But, maybe it's just me who want to think like this. That's the thing though. I love considering myself as a very ill-minded person. A crazy one. I want to be a basketcase. I want to be invincible above my invisibility. That's the real thing. I want to go to a psychiatrist. I don't feel well. That's what I thought. If I just look alright, there's the twist, I want to be not-well. I mean, isn't that just odd enough? To feel that way?

July 13, 2014

Tali Keberagaman Kita

Sometimes we forget what we had as a child

We had nothing

"What diversity?"

July 04, 2014

#2 Flame

FLAME

As if nothing could turn darkness into light
My eyes shut me up
They shut me up
As if I was a pair of cupboard doors
As if I was a window when summer avoids your fall

The flame in your closet does not speak
It burns
And while you're busy drinking
It eats your soul
And darkness comes to light

What would you do
If darkness was light and there's no fire lit
You cry
You fall
You wish you were dead

Then you realize
The moon itself is the darkness
But you ought to think
As if the sun never existed

What would the flame do
If you couldn't turn your darkness into light?

They die.

June 26, 2014

#1 Nighttime Dances

NIGHTTIME DANCES

People dance every night

in my room

without their smile

But what's in a dance, my dear?

What's in a dance?

People cry every night

beside my bedroom window

without a sound

But what's in a dream, my son?

What's in a dream?

People could say: I'm a hypocrite

But hypocrite as what it is

Is not the word you know

Word can be word

But human can be something else

So, people dance every night

above my head

still without their smile

But what's your fear, honey?

What's your biggest fear?

June 25, 2014

#3 The Walls

If God created windows up in the sky,

would I be able to see it through the walls?

If Dad was ready to talk in an artificial meadow,

would I be able to look into his eyes?

If Mom forgot how to think like a mother,

would she be able to turn into Bill Nye?

If Granny stopped saying that I'm a garbage of flying rats,

would I write something about her again someday?

If my sisters considered me that I'm a fool no more,

would I stop daydreaming about being dead?

If Grand daddy resurrected from death in another life,

would he be me?

June 24, 2014

GAUNG, Second Edition

May 11, 2014

Pesta Sastra UI 2014, Design update #1

Stempel, poster A3, dan flyer A6.
Photo credit goes to: astridjunaidi dan Cindy Audilla

Xiao Huang Hua

Xiao Huang Hua. 'Bunga kuning kecil'.
Tumbuh dari lautan, tumbuh untuk kehidupan.

Logo: Adobe Illustrator, Adobe Photoshop

May 05, 2014

Pesta Sastra (Logo and poster)

Don't miss this classy event in October 2014. PESTA SASTRA UI 2014.
Desain-desain awal untuk Pesta Sastra UI 2014 berupa logo, header Twitter, dan poster pre-comingsoon. Acara ini dipimpin oleh teman saya, tentu, Nico Delima yang usaha terus.

Pesta Sastra UI 2014

Logo and poster: Adobe Photoshop

May 04, 2014

Kedisina (Logo)

Logo for Kedisina (an IKSI FIB UI bureau)

Kedisina adalah sebuah biro dari Ikatan Keluarga Sastra Indonesia FIB UI yang bergerak dalam bidang keilmuan. Kelompok Diskusi Ilmiah Sastra Indonesia 2014 dipimpin oleh Puspita Andiani.

Kedisina

Logo: Adobe Photoshop

GAUNG (Cover and layout design)

Submissioned for cover and layout design. I also wrote for this edition. Don't forget to buy! GAUNG is now only Rp8.500,00!

Majalah GAUNG 2014 dipimpin oleh Ditya N. Subagja selaku Pemimpin Umum. dan Tia I. Setianingsih selaku Pemimpin Redaksi.

Tata letak dikerjakan bersama Raisa Anjani dan Ditya N. Subagja