The edge of delirium, mix medio on line, Yudi Yudoyoko 2018
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Monday, February 5, 2018
HERE IS NOWHERE
Here is nowhere, mix media on linen, Yudi Yudoyoko 2018
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JOURNEY TO REVERSIONARY
Journey to reversionary, mix medio on linen, Yudi Yudoyoko 2018
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FOREVER AND NEVER
Forever and never, mix media on linen, Yudi Yudoyoko 2018
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Friday, June 2, 2017
The killing
SG: "..... Ayyyy.... I thought we were just playing...."
JC: " No hard feeling dude... "
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Sunday, April 9, 2017
A Burbon Street memorial college
I tried to put myself outside
Stopped to dream of being seen
A half-naked drunk woman crawled on my mind
An old man told to not spank the street dogs and stay out of light
“Your eyes like a shipwrecked to me, your smile like a thief’s”
I try to put myself outside while my soul is elsewhere
Don’t yell at a Strangelove, peace won’t makes you put to sleep no more.
Take a hidden pit if you would leave the town,
And never knock the church door as a way to find yourself inside
He is nowhere though you think you had seen some traces
And I know it was me myself who sleep aside as that stranger
Its amazes how all cheat happened
Cos I won’t be proud to meet the director
You know I always tried to put myself outside
Nothing but illusion
Else is won’t work for me.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Disappearing one, Portraits of my dear father
My father died at 1982, I was a very young boy back then. Wild, sad, brave, and a bit too sensitive. My father leaves a huge hollow in my soul, but I even cann't cry, not after we buried him. I was so lost in time and I cann't feel anything. Then I cry and cry but most of the times my eyes cann't even produced tears. Slowly, hardly and madly I recovered, while I'm not sure it was a good thing. Now 34 year after... I can feel the memory of him is one became disappearing and its sader, knowing that I'm the one who slowly erased him. These work is my homage to my dear and only beloved father. I love you... may you stay forever in my soul
Marillion
Listening to the great band Marillion, is like a recall to my young wild sad brave era. Here some of my recent drawings as I was chaneled to those happysad bittersweet memory.
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