Matahari

In Indonesia we call the sun ‘matahari’. It gives life, it marks the passage of time and illuminates. These images are quiet moments collected at home, on the way to and from work and on long walks in unfamiliar places. They are a meditation on everyday life; an invitation to linger in the in-between moments.

I find myself drawn repeatedly to the same ordinary things: flowers, birds, objects dropped and forgotten, plants growing, water. They represent the feelings and questions that preoccupy my thoughts. A flower, for example, can be an expression of beauty, resilience, the cycles of nature, the way humans cultivate loveliness and the ways that we disrupt and cause harm.






 

Matahari


In Indonesia we call the sun ‘matahari’. It gives life, it marks the passage of time and illuminates. These images are quiet moments collected at home, on the way to and from work and on long walks in unfamiliar places. They are a meditation on everyday life; an invitation to linger in the in-between moments.

I find myself drawn repeatedly to the same ordinary things: flowers, birds, objects dropped and forgotten, plants growing, water. They represent the feelings and questions that preoccupy my thoughts. A flower, for example, can be an expression of beauty, resilience, the cycles of nature, the way humans cultivate loveliness and the ways that we disrupt and cause harm.