anātman — A Photography Exhibition
Without self, without core. Nothing is eternal; everything changes, moment to moment — and what remains is connection, gratitude, and a compassion that reaches the living and the non-living alike.
Photography
I have always felt that I “fail” at storytelling through still images. A split-second photograph — especially a documentary or journalistic one — can speak more profoundly than a film, or even a book, and I have not yet made one that powerful. But as a medium for conveying feeling, photography never fails — especially when the feeling is not dramatised. Honest, and as it is.
Photography is not my profession. It is the practice I keep returning to — the one I make to no one's brief but my own. That is also why there is so little of it here: the film work rarely stops, and these pictures are made in the spaces it leaves.
The portraits are made on medium format 120 film, 6×6. The other work is not.
Without self, without core. Nothing is eternal; everything changes, moment to moment — and what remains is connection, gratitude, and a compassion that reaches the living and the non-living alike.
Women with disabilities at the front line of mangrove planting on Bali's west coast. Black and white, vertical: portraits made with the subjects, not of them.
Seven weeks of fieldwork documenting birth, death and marriage rituals in Toba, Karo and Mandailing. My contribution to the exhibition was not photographs but a 40-minute documentary, screened inside the gallery.
Eighty-seven photographs on the daily life, labour and hopes of the sulphur miners of Kawah Ijen, Banyuwangi, made with Tim Tanah Air for International Labour Day.
My first exhibition: the graduating work of the twelfth GFJA photojournalism workshop, thirty-two photographers, opened by Asro Kamal Rokan.
Portraits of people — specials and randoms — made on medium format 120 film, 6×6.