I was stumbled upon my friend’s Instagram Stories when I found this immaculate image.
it was a Disconnected Drawer Door.
My first reaction was “asa jadi nyeni pisan teh acil”.
It was a immediate visual recognition of a Blade Runner 2049 kind of disassociation feelings by snap of a finger eye. A visual orgasmic of a modern art impression. The colour, the composition, a definition of today’s modern art, I supposed. Without further ado, my phone lock screen already filled with this unintended art.
2 days later as I chugged my whiskey from series of exhausting adulting jobs, a hopeless romance, and a status quo as an Indonesian citizen, the-so-called-modern-art starring on my phone screen. Yet, my head was running wild to the context of the image.
It was taken unintended as she was watching her go-to film or any montages it was indefinite. She was trying to acting to be good working-wife, she captured the per said image hoping it would be fixed the next day. Yet, the reaction of her husband stunned as I am.
“nyeni fotonya” in sundanese, it was very art-stunning.
Then, my head stumbled afar to the current reality of me, and my surroundings. The drawers has been made for ages to stay hold of many openings and needs. Yet, later that day it was trying to gave up. It was shouting of,
“I can’t take much longer! Please put me out of the suffer, or fix me in immediate!”.
It was recreation of La La Land. It was a choice to put Mia out of her misery, or Sebastian hangs on and the ending of the La La Land would never been the same as it was perceived. It would and should has been as the poster they finally danced under the city light in between of cradled in eternity. It would and should be as it was perceived. It was a misery in disguise.
A misery more on as if you are an “Indon” (Indonesian) Citizen would be in suffering without a single melody cheering for a better future. It was disastrous, seeing what we could digest in minutes of news. Being middle-class in this economy, being a woman in the social-politic of a-below-5%-woman-far-right cabinet ministry, being a-fulfilling-male in a combobulate mundane social structure, and to be silenced comprehending vulnerable group in the coming soon regime, are so undefeated. Miseries of melodies of a future indeed.
in 20th is going to be my birthday, however, it would be the beginning of the new regime with not only full with flaws, we will be living in a fallout social environment. I was trying to be more descriptive as I could, but it would be explicit as Yorgos Lanthimos Filmography, graphic such Takashi Miike. Even worse, muted as Jafar Panahi by Iranian Government.
As explicit it was without you, readers, read what this thread told you, you would reacted to the image as in your terms and conditions. Terms and Conditions of an Art, for me, is about the comprehension of audience’s surroundings context and what the art text serves alone. It was a disconnected drawer, individuals, and a social politic environment of a future.
The paragraphs itself produced when That’s Life by Frank Sinatra roamed, bottles of cheap whiskey sipped while Selfless by The Strokes in shuffles, and future restructured by Gilbert O’Sullivan at 2pm.
“You’ll have bad times, but it’ll always wake you up to the good stuff you weren’t paying attention to”.
