I left at night. There’s something about night flights that feels… cleaner. Like slipping between worlds without being seen. One moment you’re somewhere, and the next you’re not — suspended in that quiet in-between. I flew from Indonesia into the…
It was pitch black. No streetlights, no moon — just that kind of darkness where even your hands vanish before your eyes. Rain drizzled down from the leaves, every step a gamble. The path — if you could call it…
Through both light and darker seasons, I keep returning to my favorite place: the zone where my art is born. It can be anywhere really, but a large part of my artistic journey has taken place in Indonesia. And the…