Sunday, December 29, 2013

To Departing Dears.




When I first written this post in August, it was made as a tribute to my fellow high-school friends whom then departed from my life. But then, when I opened this drafted post again now at the upcoming end of the year, I think it is a suitable time to bid farewell to more things behind.

If last year was about change, 2013 was about saying goodbye. I had said so many farewell to so many people and things around, whether it is physical or a more abstract substantive.

***

Maybe because I am still a student, I have always begun my year at the start of the schooling time -- July. I think that is a very good reason of why did I bid farewell a lot in this year. July was the time that I finally be released from the high school years. I had a prom that month, an ultimate sayonara of a high school student their friends.

Indeed, it was sayonaras.

Personally it is hard for me to write these coming words. I have found my best friends here in high school. Arnest my beloved dear bestie, with whom I had shared the deepest of my secrets and helped me through most of my most troubled times. Merlyn, whom since junior high school had truly become someone blood could never bound tighter. Risa, a very creative partner so great that I owe her many of my creative achievements; with whom I could never made them happen without. Ratih, of course, a lifelong bestfriend, there are no enough words to describe your enduring care for me; and Fitri, we have been together with Merlyn for almost six years! Bari, proudfully, and Luthfi, joyfully, you both are the truest brother I have ever had in my life; that I finally have in my life. Shafa, fate-given lifelong companion, and Nandut, my beloved, dearly little sister; persons I think had become the personification of word "true friends". Acha of the theatre; and Linda; my running-wild partners, to whom I share my heart and burdens. Christo, my dudest dude, and Kakak Daz, my raddest sis; we are a band of lost art devotees who wander the lush of the free-spirited world. Along with Christo are Farih, my bro and Burhan, my pal; these boys are those I want to hug the tightest and punch the hardest! And along with Risa came Dheru, my chief partner in Class Council, a vanguard company, a revolutionary comrade. Then of course my adorable guys in Zona Pelajar: Cici, Acil, Audi, Nino, Indonesians call us "teman seperjuangan", a parade of high school zero-to-hero, all-or-nothing experience; and of course, our mentor, sister, guidance, that we owe all the love and teachings, Kak Indira Bintang, my idol and role model. Mbak Santi, whom I never would have expected would be the one I spent courses, academic worriness, life wisdom, and future dreams with.

There were so many other figures that created who I am today. Why I gave these guy this shutout was because most of them are the ones who left my life then. How cruel life could be that many of those who wanders the furthest are my closest ones? These departing dears, who had carved their art and skill in my high school days, were now finally raise their own wings and flew away. Some went rather near, but the others took a faraway flight.

I was heartbroken -- I am heartbroken for the fact that these faces would be so rare to see then, that they no longer would be at my side as often as I would want; that they would leave me alone. At a certain point it made my college life more difficult. Coping with their absence in my daily activities took some time indeed. The loss was like a hole in my subconscious: I might not really felt it, but surely there was something missing, like the days I went through was never really complete.

***

This was the sole reason that I took 2013 as the year of goodbyes. Because then, I finally learn to say goodbye.

One thing true about life: it is also about leaving. People will come and go in our lives. Nobody stays, not even ourselves: sometimes, it is us who have to leave these people we love the most. It is inevitable. We bid farewell to everything. Not only to our friends, relatives, acquintances; but also our personalities.

There is a Latin quote that I love very much: Tempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis. Time changes, and we change within. The words, for me, sums up what mortality is all about. Life is about dynamics, transformations, changes. Naturally we grow from a helpless baby to a self-reliant adult. Once we couldn't even fawn; the next day we ran with our two feet. We had no idea what alphabets were; then we read a whole book in one night.

We learn then we change. We understand better things in life and we leave the bad habits behind. Once again, this is inevitable: the act of study give us a responsibility to be better. Therefore, we transform ourselves into a more ideal being. We walk away from our id and move forward towards superego. All is done to be a more humane human according to our ideals.
I, too, finally learn of saying goodbye to many aspects of my previous life. Until then I was a high school kid. Studying in college was a hundred percent different than in high school. I was not quick to adapt the stituation as I was still mesmerized by my past achievements. An obligation to start from zero all over again shocked me to a point of defiance. I rejected all the new college obligation and stayed in the middle of a fragile superficial life I kept.

But there I forgot something: didn't I start from zero, too, in high school? I didn't come glorious there; I struggled and thrived to have my achievements. Why did I imagine the opposite would happen in college? As I looked back to the past, I found myself questioning every ideals I have in the present. What do I want? What I don't want?

All that questions eventually found their answers in this final month of 2013. This December, I found that many of my ideals then was no longer relevant now. I have changed. I have been through many experience that I no longer wanted things I used to desire so badly. I am a different person now, chasing different goals. My perspective, somehow, has broaden, so I learned to see things from views I used to despise; and my past is not so great now that I understand things. Thus I need to revolute myself; deliberate my soul from the hauntings of the past and thrive to be the ideal man I have always dreamed.

That made me realize that in order to change who I am, I need to let go of my past. I need to bid farewell. The very day has come for me to let go of who I have always been this nineteen years and embrace the new conception I desire now.

***

To let go is no of a simple thing. Sometimes, the only reason we stay is the memories. We know that those old good times have passed; they are no longer existed and impossible to maintain; but they are a symbol of glory days so we keep holding on to shadows. We stayed in the dark just to remind us that there was light.

I stayed in the murk of the past, on the memories of my departing dears, by the untenable psyche of my yesterday self -- and it was difficult as I am no longer living in the past, with them guys, as the old me. No matter how difficult it might be, I have to bid farewell and say goodbye to the passing days.

So here I am now, bidding farewell to every single thing in my departing dears: the friends and the self.

Dear fellows, hands to hold and shoulders to lean. I have not say any adequate goodbye to you all. I was afraid that once I bid my farewell, you all would be leaving me for reality and I would be left alone in the unforeseeable future. But now I realized it was not right: each of you are a great man, and a great woman, who needs a tribute for your magnificent contribution in my life. So I thank you for every single thing you have given me in the wondrous high school years. You all have been a friend yet a mentor at the same time. Through the goodness and badness of our joint days I learned; through the suffering tears and joyful laughs I grew. I might have not showed any proper gratitude during the crossing of our lives, but know that I love you with the fullness of my heart, and not a single act will properly comply to the aides you have given me all this time. I wish you a very much good lucks along your departure and journey. Like you do, I will now start a new page in my humble life, as a new person I wish you would be glad to meet again one day. Indeed I never know will our paths cross once more and God will let us to reconcile again somewhere in the future; but if we will not, you have to know that I have been more than glad to know you and more than proud to call you "friend". Still I wish we will meet again some time ahead, reminiscing our good old days while living our glory present time. You guys will forever be the ones I will always long to meet again. 

Goodbye, my past. See you again, my friends. And farewell, my old self. I am ready to be born again.

Yogyakarta, December 29th, 2013.







Friday, December 27, 2013

VENUS ET MARS



'VENUS ET MARS'
Un photoshoot androgyne.


Originally published at Steal the Stalker.

















Photography and styling: Gilang Chandra
MUA: Siti Hayyunas 
Model: Akib Aryou & Faradina Putri
Videography and editing : Akib Aryou & Swastati Dipta

Video copyright by #AwareHouse 2013.



Sunday, December 1, 2013

Rose to Technology



"ROSE
TO
TECHNOLOGY"


An experimental fashion-technology-literature,
camera-tablet-computer artwork collaboration
with Merlynda Ayu











Photography : Akib Aryou & Merlynda Ayu
Model : Akib Aryou & Merlynda Ayu
Styling and Digital Imaging : Akib Aryou


Poem taken from Thomas Haynes Bayly's "She Wore A Wreath of Roses" (1895)

Flower crowns and flower bracelet by BOADICEA.

Copyright by #AwareHouse, April 2013.



Prologue: Rose to Technology: A Socio-Fashion Retrospective



So once again I am sorry for leaving you readers for so long. I know it has been months since I posted anything worth reading in this blog. But if you stalk me (for any reason, because I don't think I am stalk-worthy), you will realize that lately I have been very active in another social media: Instagram. My very late contact with the Instagram indeed is the trigger for my latest art project, Rose to Technology.



"ROSE
TO
TECHNOLOGY"

An experimental fashion-technology-literature,
camera-tablet-computer artwork collaboration
with Merlynda Ayu

Related postNomophobophobia (February 2013)



Lately at the end of the semester, I got a new tablet smartphone to change my old phone. I wasn't really an addict of technological advances, at first, not as much as I am attracted to books and canvases; I was a more traditional person, basically believed that "raw" art is "purer" than the digital ones, put for example, loving painting better than sketching things on the computer. But having the smartphone had taken me to a next level. It amazed me how it expanded the flow of creativity to my daily life. I got a direct access to any artistic source so overwhelmedly fast and huge; everyday, I just need to log on to Instagram (for example) to connect to a wide range of diverse artists, professionals and amateurs, which provide eye candies and aesthetic vitamins to broad up my art intelligence. Tehnology, which I used to despise as narrowing and simplifying the intricacy of pure art, now connects me to the unlimitedness of artistic world and widening my creative vision instead.

At certain point, it came to me that information technology is the future of humanity. My sociology teacher in high school had stated that human civilization will finally succumb into a stage known as "information civilization". Human civilization, since its beginning, is divided into stages: from traditional society, to industrial society, and now, I believe, is the beginning of a new generation: information society. Internet has become an importance in our activities. We are all depended to internet nowadays. Globalization brings openness not only in cultural nor political but also in our daily lives. Connection to the outside world and being updated with social environment's current issues have become a need.

There are surveys that state that more people is checking up their Facebook notification right after they wake up. Observing reality around, as we are becoming more connected, being cut off from internet connection suddenly cut your connection from the "world". We call those people who have no Facebook or Twitter account as "nerds" or "outdated". Everybody has to have a social media account because the fastness of information flows make the daily pace faster too; so we need a faster source of references, which is the intenet. We no longer go to library, but to Google. We don't read encyclopaedia, but Wikipedia. We don't need radio, we have iTunes. We don't see television; there is YouTube already. Instead of galleries, we enjoy artworks in Instagram, Pinterest, Vscocam... And of course, we rarely hear the word "diary" because we have Blogger instead.




Why did this happen? You can observe the answer in fashion world which is very sensitive to human society at certain point. Lately the fashion embraces the 90s again, an age which used to be criticized for its less intricate fashion style. From Lady Gaga to Katy Perry, if you put a better attention in their creative style today, is becoming less extravagant, more simplistic, and sleek. The current fashion represent the repetition of 90s spirit, the excitement for technology: 90s are the time where anything connected to technology raise people's excitement and enthusiasm. From warm sweater to simple skirts, fashion in 90s is conquered by dynamic shapes and functionalism. It is because the world in 1990 are moving towards technological evolution which stressed on functionalism of technology.

We need technology to help our lives. Currently, the context is in information functionalism: to get information faster and sooner. Realize that pop culture nowadays is embracing this media needy. More celebrities have Twitter account and use it as a way to promote their events and causes. YouTube just launched its first virtual award which is broadcasted to their website instead of television channels. Madonna created a virtual campaign which encourage her fans to promote their artwork via internet. Whether it's Lady Gaga nor Gwyneth Paltrow is creating a social media to gather artworkers worldwide. Social interaction moves from reality to virtuality.




It doesn't mean that it has no danger within. Through its simplifying methods, it created an instant world which less care to the importance of the process. I have always been concerned about the matter (which have been written in "Nomophobophobia") and grown more after I experienced the technology-needy phenomenon itself. Technology and virtuality was meant to help human in solving reality problems, not erasing the humanity and reality itself. What happened now created a new problem through addiction to instant matters. Here, people take a false advantage over technology and endangering natural reality.

This thought is the base for the Rose to Technology project, although I must say that the understanding came after I took the shot and did the digital processes. This was a collaboration with my bestie-dear Merlynda Ayu. The initial goal was to balance masculine-feminine aesthetics, but then it went further. Analytically, from the title, rose represents the nature in its essence: reality, which every human are born from; it also the past form of "rise". Technology, of course, represents the recent artificial phenomenon of human advancement. Therefore the project is about embracing the technology to improve our environment, balancing the reality and virtuality. In the project's context, it is about using the technology's simplicity to intricate more traditional artworks. It was arranged to envision the first stanza of She Wore A Wreath of Roses, a poetry by Thomas Haynes Bayly, a Victorian poet who lived circa 1797-1839. Many of the shots in this project was taken with tablet smartphone which mixed with camera-taken pictures and processed together in notebook computer.  As an irony to the concept of technology, the shoot used handmade flower crowns and flower bracelets from my fashion label BOADICEA. Therefore, it combined the natural and the artificial, masculine and feminine, John Lennon and Yoko Ono... the past and the future, reality and virtuality.

In the end, through this project, I hope to raise awareness of the advantage and danger of technology.  Don't let technological advancement dissolve the intricacy of human social interaction. Afterall, we are all humans of emotional soul and dynamic heart, not robots of binary commands and structured machines.




Saturday, November 16, 2013

Confidence.


#np Lorde – “Royals”.

So let me give a description of the background. We have a perfect night currently; a sunny one that you could possibly have in a rainy season; and the rain was just stopped to let the fresh breeze in and make it a perfect walk-out-hang-out-and-have-fun night! And tonight is like the busiest Saturday night that you could ever imagine: a happening jazz concert is in town, and a party organized by my department, and an event by my faculty, and a Halloween celebration in my ex-high school... In general, everybody is going out.
But here I am, sitting in front of my laptop, next to a cup of coffee, by choice.

So what’s wrong with me? Aren’t I usually become one of those first persons to come in the most happening events (totally exaggerated LOL ed.)? Why didn’t I come to any event held tonight, while there were chances? Why did I stay at home?

Mmm... To answer...

I have been through a difficult time lately, and a real tough one this week. It is all about that single basic problem that any sophomore face: the problem of coping. Once upon a time, there was a guy who went to college so excitedly. There he learned a lot of things and, poof, suddenly what he then received was not as exciting as what he had perceived. The fact that the world is not as beautiful as he had thought for nineteen years shaked his belief and ideals. Then, there he was, an agony of disappointment, which lived the rest of his life brokenhearted, in hatred and distrust.

I need not to say who this guy was as, even though the story is a little bit blown up and a little too simplified, he was too obvious to be addressed. But, put that story aside, I spent my first three months in college trying to put my shaking feet on this unwanted, stranger's land while insincerely forced to throw away the crumbs of my previous life. Sounds depressing? Yes indeed. The level of estrangement is so damn high that it devastates me every single day. I lived my days trying to put back what is left from my destroyed nineteen years as a foundation to stand in the bewildered present environment. But you can't build a pedestal from no pebbles and there I was, sunk on gravel and mud.

Enough said, there came today. This afternoon we had a pretty heavy rain which jeopardize my plan to go out tonight which then got cancelled (sigh). But my friends keep telling me in every possible media that they were going to have fun tonight and there I was just now, feeling so fucked up...
So I said to myself, fuck the world.

Looking back on my three months in college, what did I truly seek everytime I went to study? Whenever I went to an event? Whenever I joined an activity; whenever I put my makeup on and ensembled my clothes? What motivates me? To my shame, I had no pure, sincere, morally praiseworthy motivation. I don't know the hell purpose of every single thing that I did here. I compete not to achieve, but to defeat. I study not to learn, but to win. I wear clothes not to comfort, but to hear praises. I have fun not to enjoy, but to copy a lifestyle I see in popular pages. Moreover, to live a lifestyle now I am in -- the lifestyle of my friends.

I am not saying that my friends' lifestyle is negative or somewhat; the fact is, I was just not that kind of person. I used to have purpose for every single thing -- my own purposes.  I live a life of my own for myself. I used to study to learn; compete to achieve; wear good clothes because I like to and want to; and have fun because I have no problem to not having fun. To sum up, I used to live my life lively. My life was a real fun not because I made it look like I was having fun; I am having fun.  

And somewhere in the middle of what a good friend of mine call "growing up", I lost myself. I lost my identity, ironically, in the middle of rebuilding it, in a way to adjust, in the process of making an impression. I lost the values and purposes that brought me here; my crumbs had finally crumbled. And I don't like it. It didn't make me a good person or live a good life. It is not right because it is not me. I live somebody else's life. A very personal reason, but a very strong factor indeed.

Cut short, I realized the whole thing tonight. I had a conversation with my friend Dara (which write to Tumblr linked above) which came to this fruition: Why did I want to attend the jazz concert? Do I want it because I want it? Or just to follow the common? Will I attend it if anybody else are not there?
...No. I want it because my friends are attending. I want to attend because it will be cool to be there. Because society say that the essence of Saturday night is hanging-out-till-midnight-and-have-fun-till-it-isn't-fun-anymore. Not because you are curious of the event, or want to know how it all goes, or because you love it till your core and will die if you don't go. Not even close to any of morally better reasons.

Those are lame, pathetic, unworthy, stupid and dumb, hypocritical, mass-consumed and inconfident answer to hear, aren't they?

So here I am tonight, decided not to join any event just to make a sense that I am not following anyone. I am tired of being inconfident of myself. I want to sit here in front of my beloved laptop, write something down for my beloved readers; so who cares if my friends are enjoying a party and dancing towards music out there? We all have our ways to live. I have my way to live, and to breath, and to study, and to dress up, and to have fun. Well this is my way of having fun du jour so who give a fuck to what any other people do?

I am finally come to this realization that to truly live, we have to live our own live. It is not about being individual; it is about having purposes that you understand and agree on. I know I am not the smartest student in the class; not the brightest starlet in the scene; not the wisest leader in the hierarchy I know I am 'a nobody' and that my friends are 'a person's. But let them be. I will study for my own's sake, because I want to know and not because I have to know; so the competiton is just an icing on the cake. I will start from zero, not riding red Ferraris like the others but my own personal white Prius, meanwhile catching pictures and stop at certain points to enjoy the scenery. I will live my own life and walk my own way. That is how I have lived for nineteen years and forgotten for these three months.

To be blunt, I have finally understand what my bestfriend Arnest said to me, "...that's why I am kinda confused of you now. You are the most confident person I have ever known, but now you are inconfident of even yourself..."

Life is about being confident.

So, hello, readers, I am finally write something down for you again. I have tried to sum up what I feel whole these weeks in the simplest and shortest way. Thank you for letting me share my story to you again; I do hope it will inspires you to certain point. Well if you don't, I am sorry and you have the right to leave this page soon.

"Cause we'll never be royals, it doesn't run in our blood... That kind of luxe is not for us, we live a different kind of buzz."

Well now I need a glass of water.


Yogyakarta, November 16th, 2013.

An Eulogy of Ideals.


An Eulogy of Ideals.
Or anything that fills life.


A friend of mine told me to live life
Laugh hard and drive like we are high
And in the middle of the rooftop of the sky
There I lose myself, ideals of the mind

It’s all anomic Durkheim said
When values are thrown and wasted
Desires as high as the peaks of Varanasi
Sailing through an endless Avalon sea

We are knights battling for gold
We are priests preaching for glory
We are merchants buying popularity
And Nubian slaves losing spirituality


There I miss living life for granted
A hypothetical Lana del Rey-ian enigma
Because out of the live-fast-and-die-young rhetorica
There is an identity to live, a song to sing about

Can you tell me, dear friend,
A story about a guy who did not chase anything?
Who live life to live its fullness
And in the end of the day, die living

These feet ain’t no train, running unstoppably
Chasing what-so-called liberty, capitalism dignity
This heart needs passion, an appraisal energy
To manifest fully, actualize as a mankind lively...

So as we ride through the road of the milk
Have the cinnamon taste and cherry schnapps on our lips
And life will be as sweet as virginity
God’s apple, rose fully...


Yogyakarta, November 15th, 2013.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

A Short Update

I am sorry for leaving this blog for so long.

As you know, in the beginning of this semester, I have been accepted in college. Now I am studying International Relations Study in Gadjah Mada University, Indonesia. It is one of the best university in Indonesia, if I am allowed to say, so thank God for letting me study here! I am trying making my best to survive in this academically-savage environment (hashtag LOL) so I think that gives you a kind of explanation of why couldn't I write anything in this blog.

Talking about college... 

I have been going through a lot of changes, mainly deals with adapting in college life. College really is different than high school. Every single thing, suddenly, is getting serious: you are expected to be perfect so you have to be perfect, no excuses. That is what I meant with academically-savage: you fail and you will fall. Yet at the same time, you have to cope dealing with a lot of people from various backgrounds and characters. Unfortunately this is not always a pleasant thing as sometimes, their opinion are exactly your opposite, one thing that often leads you sighing and say, "I have never thought that there are such people in the world." And a whole lot of individualism. Not merely because people grown more individualist but because the studying environment in my department itself pressured you to be original and therefore, individual.

I am not saying that these things are bad as I have already accepted, since long ago, that these are things that I would deal in college; but, yes, at the beginning, these drastically different environment shocked me a lot. At certain point, this was depressing. It was actually not as horrible as it may sounds, only that it let me not to do certain things I like. Assignments, insecurity, adaptation, high-school nostalgia, they did really took my time. The fact that I could not write nor create any artistic project is the hardest thing to be coped with, in my opinion. But well, that's life, you cannot have everything you want, you have to sacrifice some. So then I chose to take it as a kind of sacrifice so things are a kind of worth it; and though I haven't been totally adapting nor coping with the hardships of college life, I think I can say that things are finally getting pretty well.

But yet I still do miss writing and artworking! So here I am finally, writing an update for you, dear Readers, simply because I couldn't bear not to write anything. I will start to write again soon (just wait for the coming posts) and currently I am working on another artistic project. I am hoping that before this month ends we will see another two art projects in this blog (yes, I am that hungry for art). We are going to work on my label, Boadicea, again this season, which is full of flowers and roses! You can start checking them out on mainly my Instagram and the newly-made Boadicea's Instagram account.

I think I have said more than I should have said, so that's it. See you really soon, Readers, I cannot wait to see you soon!

Love,


Saturday, October 12, 2013

Rily's Fashion Designer 2013 campaign


RILY'S FASHION DESIGNER
2013 Campaign

"The Blooming Cherry Blossom"







Dresses by Rily's Fashion Designer

Photographer : Vira Citra (@viracitra)
Model : Yuvina Djaja (@yuvinadj)
Styling : Akib Aryou (@akibaryou)
MUA : Dian Carita (@dcmuapro)

Headpieces by Akib Aryou from BOADICEA(@maisonboadicea)
Illustration by Akib Aryou



Friday, October 4, 2013

Plaza Ambarrukmo Magazine July/August 2013

Plaza Ambarrukmo Magazine
July/August 2013

"GLORIOUS CELEBRATION"
(Cover)


Photographer: Niken Pamikatsih
Model: Dilla Fadiela
Stylist: Juris Bramantyo
Makeup: Indah Nymphaea
Hijab Stylist: Ata Shofia
Stylist Asst.: Akib Aryou
Wardrobe: Nadiya, Centro Dept. Store


"AN ENCHANTING MOMENT"
(Fashion spread/Editorial)





Photographer: Niken Pamikatsih
Model: Yusa Shamir, Thonji
Stylist: Juris Bramantyo
Makeup & Hair: Ipeh Khalifah
Hijab: Ata Shofia
Stylist Assistant: Akib Aryou
Wardrobe: Centro Dept. Store, Zoya, MyRin, InaScarf, Nail, Rotelli, Bellagio, Donini, Valesya, Batik for The World


Thursday, August 22, 2013

Boadicea Fall/Winter 2013 Campaign


BOADICEA
Fall/Winter 2013

"NEBULAE"











Models :
Bella Antika (@antikabell)
Alifa Claudia (@claudiawwks)
Faradina Putri (@far_a)

Creative Director & Stylist : Akib Aryou (@akibaryou)

Photographer: Gilang Chandra (@MoiGill)
Videographer: Chika Rubiana (@chikarzia)

MUA: Arivina Risa (@arvrisa)
Hairdo: Angela Yovita (@angelayovita)


Copyright by Boadicea (@maisonboadicea)
August 2013


Sunday, August 18, 2013

When the Night Comes.




Inspired by the lonely hearts club.



When the night comes, I’ll tell you my secrets
What I can barely tell to the soothe of the wind
That whispers through the branches of the vague

When the darkness falls, I’ll tell you my whole
Of what has been buried in the deepness of my soul
Lying untouched, nonchalant, dead and cold


                                                            Some words are to be hidden in the dark
                                                            Some stories are to be crypted in the gloom
                                                            Some secrets are better kept in the murk
                                                            But here’s my heart, and my doom


                             When the grim invades, I'll tell you my core
                             ‘Cause I have felt jaded for walking the obscure alone
                             That my psyche hears no more, and read words of unknown

                             So when the night comes, I'll tell you my secrets, Friends
                             Because only here in the same opaque of our lives, we can light up our pain
                             And concurrently, through the ebon rain,
                             walking again.



Yogyakarta, 18 Agustus 2013.


Monday, August 12, 2013

Tanya Jalak Kepada Ranting, dan Jawab Ranting Kepada Pergi.


TANYA JALAK KEPADA RANTING,
DAN JAWAB RANTING KEPADA PERGI.


A POETRY.


for you,
and Arnest and Burhan.

 

Tanya jalak kepada ranting, "Ketika aku pergi, akankah kau menanti?"
Sebelum ranting mampu menjawab, jalak telah melayang pergi.

Yang ada hanya desir, dan naung awan di ketinggian.

Kemudian, kata ranting, kepada lengang langit dan kosong angkasa,
"Aku akan menunggu, dengan setia,
seperti penantian tanah kepada bulir-bulir hujan kerontang
seperti yang dilakukan tunas kepada reguk musim semi
seperti yang kulakukan, bertahun ini.
"Aku akan kokoh, menunggu, dirimu pulang
Mengaitkan harapan dan penantian kepada angan
Sekilas ingatan, katamu, bahwa kau akan ingat kepadaku
Seperti pula aku, hatimu, yang berlayar, akan menunggu
"Aku akan lekat, menanti,
Meskipun tak ada janji dirimu kembali
Untuk berlabuh lagi di dahan yang sini
Meski entah ranting mana yang nanti kau sebut rumah
Kepada tiap jalak yang menggoda, aku akan tabah menggebah
"Aku akan erat memberi
Karena kasih seharusnya tiada pamrih
Biar mungkin badai mematahkan dan buluhku perih meretih
Hatiku tiada akan kecut, tiada ajrih.
"Aku akan menunggu, sebisaku, sekuatku
Karena sungguh kau tahu sejatiku rapuh dan layuh
Tapi aku yakin dan tahu
Aku tak akan patah dan jatuh.
"Jadi, jalak, aku akan menunggu, dengan setia
Meski ini hanya kukata kepada lengangnya angkasa
Meski ini hanya didengar oleh luasnya gegana
Seperti yang selalu aku laku saat kau pergi,
dalam sepi,
dalam sunyi,
aku menanti."

Yogyakarta, 13 Juli 2013.



Tuesday, August 6, 2013

A Talk About Heart.



For a girl, in the timeline, who wears a smiling mask and runs off crying, fear not to love.


A talk about heart.
Feelings are not to be hidden behind your mists of delusion.
Fool all man, but fool no heart.
Those steps are not for running; you'll end up being caught by your feelings.
And love is not something to be scared of.
As a puppeteer can play but cannot live under a mask.
Laugh and joke; as loud as you want; we can still hear your crying inside.
Fool every man, but fool not your heart.



"A Talk About Heart." A short poetry.
Akib Aryou. Yogyakarta, 7 Agustus 2013.



Sunday, August 4, 2013

Lagu Kapal-kapal yang Melempar Sauh


Samalona, Makassar, 7 Mei 2013.


Aku adalah galiung-galiung Mediterania
   Merambah semesta demi gilap-gemerlap dunia
Aku adalah jung-jung Cathay yang meraksasa
   Menjajagi lautan untuk mereguk, meraup, menguasa
Aku adalah phinisi-phinisi Polynesia
   Perawani mandala demi dahaga kembara


Aku
adalah kapal-kapal yang melempar sauh
   dan engkau
   adalah dermagaku.


                                                   Kepada cakrawala kulayarkan hidup
                                                   Untuk dibuai ombak dan arus samudera
                                                   Merengkuh badai dan menelan taifun
                                                   Menerjang pasang dan mengarung surut lautan

                                                   Aku adalah kapal-kapal yang melempar sauh
                                                   Meninggalkanmu, dermaga keberangkatanku
                                                   Meski sejatinya layar ini merindu sepoimu
                                                       dan jangkar ini mengangan telukmu



Dan kau tahu dalam pelayaranku
    akan ada nyiur-nyiur yang merayu
    Pantai-pantai berserak gading dan gaharu
Dan aku tahu suatu kelak ku akan kehilangan arah
    Ketika navigasi ini buyar wuku dan lintang
    eksotika tropika berbalur permata



                                                   Namun, semantap dan sekokoh tiang-tiangku
                                                   Seerat pancang-tambang di buritanku

                                                   Bahwa sekalipun dalam pelayaranku
                                                   Di tanjung lain trireme ini sempat terengkuh
                                                   Di teluk berbeda katamaran ini sempat tertaut
                                                   Bahwa sepasti engkau awal berangkatku
                                                   Engkau jugalah akhir tujuku


Dan suatu hari aku akan kembali, berlabuh
   untuk menautkan jangkar emasku
   di jari dermagamu


                                                   Untuk kali ini
                                                      menetap.





Yogyakarta, 3-4 Agustus 2013.



Saturday, July 20, 2013

#ARTproject: Asian Roses



#ARTproject
Akib, Risa, Tanaya

~

"ASIAN ROSES"


"Woo on, with odour wooing me,
Faint rose with fading core;
For God's rose-thought, that blooms in thee,
Will bloom forevermore."

*

George MacDonald, Songs of the Summer Night, Part III.











Photography and Creative Direction : Akib Aryou (@akibaryou)
MUA and Hairdo : Arivina Risa (@arvrisa)
Model : Dwinda Tanaya (@dwindatanaya)


Copyright by #AwareHouse, April 2013.