Statue Of A Nude

Statue Of A Nude

Our late president Soekarno had a statue of a strong, bold, valiant, hero warrior aiming his arrow, in front of his palace in Jakarta. But may be, the society was uncomfortable seeing him naked, perhaps, for descency reasons it was removed.

He also has a statue of a lovely woman almost unnoticed, sitting on a stone near a pond in his presidential park in Bogor.

Honor to the artists who created them.

Imagine Adam so handsome, Eve so fair in Eden.

April 2012

Gallery Of Weeds In Indonesia 1

What Is A Weed?

A weed is a plant that is not wanted, not planted undesired and grows anywhere. They’re cleared out,eradicated, though they might grow into a beautiful flower plant, a fern, a chevelure, a lotus, an orchid, ... or a tree, a waringin, a beautiful forest, ...

A weed treated, cared for, looked after, loved ... stop being a weed and become as honorable, beautiful, lovable as our plants, trees in our garden, flower pot, vase are. All our plants once started as a weed.

There’s no weed whatever that’s not wonderful, extraordinary. If we see and judge that’s just an ordinary weed, our inner eyes fail to see its beauty.

I don't know their names.





Opa Johan Teasing His Wife

Opa Johan Teasing His Wife

“Here have some, this is not nice though. Am I not a good husband to always think of you first, my dear little fool?  Ha, ha.” as Opa Johan offered his wife a part of his dish he doesn’t like.

March 2012

The Sawah Or Paddy Field In Former Times

The Sawah Or Paddy Field In Former Times*

I imagine that a paddy corn stalk would be graceful as an ornament such as a necklace, worn on the shoulder, on the breast, around the wrist or hung in a bunch in an entrance, on a door, a window as decoration.

Watch men and women reaping paddy with the ani-ani(very small paddy cutter), women pounding merrily together in self-improvised rithm in the lesung, (a boatlike holed out big trunk of a tree), then clear them from the husks on the tampah(a very broad rounded tray) by throwing the corn up and catching it, up and catching it, up ... There is a Tapanuli song Sege-sege about it,

See a wonderful paddy forest from beneath and waving ripe golden paddy corn in the wind from up above, the saung,(bamboo shelter on a sawah) the wind mills to scare the birds, the buffalow, ...

The sawah(rice-field) with abundant fish and many frogs, the white kuntul fishing-bird, hear the sounds, sight of falling water from sawahto sawah, feel, hear the wind rustling, sighing, blowing in your ears, the suling (flute) so weeping one would get a heartache.

And nearby, a kali(streamlet), a bamboo grove, a desa (village), the picturesque pedati (cart with a triangled or rounded roof) and a driver, drawn by a cow slowly walking on the lonely road so peaceful.

And instead, Indonesians pride themselves with showing the village bamboo cottages,  huts,

saungs, sawahs, tropical rain-forests in an international exhibition which most are no more, almost no more today, yet, they themselves stay, live in houses, mansions, cities, ...

March 2012

* The pictures are of today's.

The Congea

The Congea

Certainly, the orchid is excellent, exquisite, yet love I the congea more. She looks like an orchid, soft purple colored, a beauty with inner winning ways that doesn’t come to the fore-ground. Warm, rich in full bloom, so fair as a veil up in the air. so charming as a crown adorning a woman's hair.

And I remember the Edelweiss on the Gede mountain, so beautiful that I wish I could hand a branch of it as a bouquet to my bride.

February 2011

March 2012

What's Its Name Red Flower

I saw a wonderful plant radiant with red tiny flowers and took it home, yet as I carefully searched it in my computer, I still found a more beautiful slender branch of it which I didn’t notice before. My digital camera did it.  

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A Mind Traveller's Adventures

A Mind Traveller’s Adventures

Sure, I can’t pride myself on having travelled to Switzerland, Paris, Rome, Moskow, Tokyo, New York, ...  yet can I travel to the future, to the past.

In the direction to the greatest I couldn’t reach its limits, in the direction to the smallest I found a universe. In the direction to the past I found an eternity, no beginning, in the direction to the future I also found an eternity, no end, in the direction towards the middle (where is the middle?) again an eternity.

The farthest, longest distance to the North, or South or West or East, can’t be found as there were no limits, no East or West, or up above or down below, no left nor right.

Light travels the fastest they say but my mind is yet faster still by far. I toured the stars billion light years far away at my ease, nothing could obstruct, lingered there as long I like,  toured the heavens, the Milky Way, the Universe just in an instant without having to pay, as I travelled leisurely in my mind. Ha, ha.

Though I created Opa Johan, his wife, Pak Arif, The Choir Conductor, The Volley Ball Coach,  si Upik, si Upi, ... my little world, though God created the whole world and all there are, but it’s I created  God, in my mind. Ha, ha.

March 2012