Occasionally – when fortunate, with
effortless effort – we experience a poetic encounter with a work of art and
this experience, in turn, lingers in our memory for times to come and
unexpectedly can reflexively pop-up again into our thoughts while doing
something completely mundane like sipping hot coffee in the morning. The
experience of art and the memory of it can morph us – become part of our body,
part of who we are or who we want to become. We are all art thieves. Our memory
takes care of that; we (unwillingly) take home the unexpected, exquisiteness as
well as the uncanny – a rough brush stroke here, a fine pen line there. For
this, art needs to travel. For this, we need to travel – and leave our comfort
zone behind, go back & forth to exhibition spaces and meet time after time
works of art.
(From my
preface for the catalog of Besti Rahulasmoro and S.E. Dewantoro’s exhibition at
Bentara Budaya, Yogyakarta, curated by Kerensa Johnston and produced by DarahRouge.)
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