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all animals are created equal.














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the darkness is fleeting


i don’t think i’m too happy with the scanned result. no? what do you think?

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“i want to learn how to love until i bleed profusely again.”

last weekend i briefly visited home to do many unimportant things including documenting my old sketchbooks. it was quite an experience, the same way mothers would probably feel when they revisited their old disco days from yellowing photos. blood was an underlying theme in many of my sketches, apparently, as was being child-like and nearly innocent (i’m uncomfortable using this word, actually. it just sounds… iffy.) anyway these were from my i-want-to-move-to-bandung-and-be-a-starving-artist phase, before i completely thought through what being starving meant, which is pretty useless now because i’m still starving anyway.
a brief, thoughtless selection of my old work (2001 - 2005):















and now, the return to flight. alas, the craft is ready! to the island of the gods! (god that was cheesy.)
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my balls feel like a pair of maracas

highlights from the sketches and paintings & illustrations sections of my gallery of selected works.


for noise’s AD4ARTIST curation, 2007


self-lick study sketch, 2007


deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, 2008


harsh but fair from the drenches series, 2008


bunny ears rule the world, 2008


whilst we kiss the sky from musically inclined series, 2009


wash you out of my hair from mono series, 2009

fly by here or here for more artworks.

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enam kaleng schweppes

i found a sudden courage.

here’s my very old short story, the one i mentioned a couple of weeks ago. it’s written in bahasa indonesia, and was featured in a literature anthology published by my high school bahasa teacher. it was written five years ago. i re-read it about a month ago, and i was mildly humiliated. now i’m extremely horrified by it, but fuck it.



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photo is a part of my painting, done several years ago, called orange soda.

have a good time laughing at me.

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jimmy, jimmy, you bore me already.

i am not in my working mood, honestly. and it’s a saturday morning. my book project has only reached two verses, and it’s still pretty shitty. this is the current draft: “Jimmy was an imaginative young boy With a liking for magic herbal tea. He drinks them with his friends, or so With similar likings, definitely. Indeed, Jimmy had a real fine taste, And he was quite real smart, too. This tea isn’t your aunt’s normal Earl Grey’s Take Jimmy anywhere, they can surely do.” i’m still looking for a prospective publisher i could show this to. if you have any suggestion, you can email me at pijedaskian@hotmail.com or contact me trough my many social networking aliases. meanwhile i am having fun playing with the moment’s model-morphosis series by photographer greg kessler.

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an ode to the pale man

august 2009. watercolor on leftover craft paper from my 2006 calendar project. i’m not quite sure of how i feel about how it turns out. i felt that i handled the brush quite poorly. my maid cleaned my room after a repaint (now it’s dark brown like my headboard, before it was bright red) and she misplaced all my good brushes and i had to use my old brushes.

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