Perubahan Musim

For someone like Kenyem, who spent nearly all of his life in Sayan village north of Ubud, it is easier to listen to the whistling sound of bamboo leaves conversing with the wind. And to see a drop of dew clinging to the tip of a leaf, shining like a drop of sweat due to a beam of sunlight. It blinds the eye for a moment before completely vanishing, sipped by the universe. Changing seasons take place every six months, happening in before the eyes, without invitation. And they cannot be rejected.

–Excerpt from “Sujana, Trees, and Totoro”, an introduction for the exhibition catalog.