Showing posts with label Moch Basori. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moch Basori. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

THE SUN IN THE EAST #1


A series of creative journey titled ‘The Sun in The East #1’ had been planned since one year ago. The journey began at November, 17th, 2012 with some point of West Nusa Tenggara such as Sumbawa (Taliwang Region), Lombok island also the indigenous village of Sembalun Bumbung as the target. This journey would be closed by executing fine art workshops, painting, and sketching in Gili Trawangan and Gili Meno island when the night of new year. These activities attached with some local events such as Samawa Cultures Festival 2012 and the West Nusa Tenggara Birthday with involved the artist from Sumbawa and Lombok island.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Pameran And The Cocks are Still Fighting: ANGKAT SOLIDARITAS DAN DAYA JUANG SENIMAN SENI RUPA

Magelang Ekspres, Wednesday, June 27, 2012. Page. 6


Podojoyonyo, 150 x 200 cm, Mixedmedia on canvas, 2012
Pameran lukisan yang mengetengahkan karya-karya dua dan tiga dimensi dengan beragam medium berlangsung di Syang Art Space Jl. MT. Haryono No. 2 Magelang, Jawa Tengah 56122 pada tanggal 23 Juni s/d 25 Juli 2012. Pembukaan dilakukan sineas senior Garin Nugroho. Pada malam minggu (23/06) kemarin, pameran seni rupa dan lukisan tersebut dimulai.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

HUNTING DOWN THE TIME: MYTHS AND RELATIVITY OF TIME


“The beauty of art does not refer to certain media. In fact, it can refer to any spaces.”
Moch Basori



A troubadour figure was riding a bicycle with super high speed. He passing through with his body bent like a racer, while his left hand besides the front axle as if will 'clutch' something of the path. Its roar cleaves the wind and the blood-red of mist. Behind the mist, Mount Merapi vaguely upstands and dead silence.

HUNTING DOWN THE TIME: MITOS DAN RELATIVITAS WAKTU


“The beauty of art does not refer to certain media. In fact, it can refer to any spaces.”
Moch Basori



Sosok trubador itu mengendarai sepeda dengan kecepatan super tinggi. Ia melintas dengan tubuhnya membungkuk laiknya seorang pembalap, seraya tangan kirinya di samping poros roda depan seperti hendak ‘meraih’ sesuatu dari lintasan. Gemuruhnya menyibakkan angin dan kabut berwarna merah darah. Di balik kabut itu samar-samar Gunung Merapi berdiri diam dan sunyi.