20.7.16

collecting taste as memorabilia


(I never actually succeed in collecting anything other than book, photographs, and only recently-- a taste of memory. I tried collecting stamps, fancy papers, fridge magnet, and trinkets. At the end of the day, I say goodbye to most of them. Unlike what it might seem, I don't do hoarding and not easily seduced into buying small stuff that I don't need. But, travelling makes me weak. Like other first-time traveler, when I finally went on a trip as an adult ten years ago, I tried to start a collection of travel souvenirs for my house. Several countries and few years later, most of them do not spark joy or memory as I wish it would be. I learned about it the hard way, including that one time when I blew basically my whole budget at the first day of the trip to buy a mini toycam, disabling me to cafe-hop as much as I wanted to. Thank God it (at least) makes a funny self-depreciating travel story every now and then, especially after the fact that I only use the camera twice before it got buried in the deep end of my closet and eventually got broken. 

Two years ago, after knowing better than blowing my budget for things I don't need for a collection I could never build, I start saving up my travel budget for things I enjoy doing and bring home only books, photographs, and only one or two things that actually makes me happy. After few trips that allow me to indulge not only my sight but also my tastebud, I accidentally find a new favorite souvenir: taste as memorabilia. Despite my belief that involuntary memory is triggered and not constructed; with the taste of a recent trip to a certain place-- there is an exception. The memory is combined with the memory of our body to respond to the trigger, which in this case is the food recreated from the journey. 

First, it acts as a memorabilia from a particular moment. For example, there is a delicious ginger crème brulee I had from Bourke Street Bakery in Sydney. That particular treat reminds me of my first winter day spent outside; challenging myself to one of the thing I fear the most. I failed to recreate the ginger crème brulee at home but it always becomes my token of bravery against that stupid fear of eating out alone. Then the list is getting longer: there was that asparagus and haloumi cheese served during a picnic by the seaside that get me completely obsessed, the best-polvoron-ever from a recipe passed in the family of a friend in Manila, that African style sweet potato fries Dito and I had when we are very hungry but wanted to save some money to see Jean Paul Gaultier's show, that first time I finally learn to cook rendang with my uncle (in Madrid!!) and learn how to make dumpling perfectly (in Darwin) from a girl who learned the trick in China, that time when my uncle took me on a dinner date to have an extra delicious Spain-style cold-served prawn that I am still fully obsessing until this day, that super strange mix of Belgian potato with satay sauce and mayo I had in Amsterdam that is strangely delicious.. the list can go on and on. 

But, not until I found a delicate rose-petal jam served with sesame toast in Darwin have I start recreating foods from my trip and collecting the recipe. My host said that the rose petal jam was from a Greek shop in Melbourne. After that short trip in Darwin in 2014, we went to Melbourne and obsessively tried to find the jam (and failed just as miserably). It leaves a strange disturbing mixture of curiosity and disappointment; so, I tried making the rose-petal jam as soon as I got back to Jogja. It was a successful experiment and just a bite of it always brings me back to an endless summer morning in Darwin with all the strange birds’ sounds outside. At this point, it becomes a time capsule. 

There are also the comfort foods that I still keep on recreating until this day: an Asian-style rice bowl with the perfect sunnyside up I had in Madrid after few days of eating only pastry, nuts, and potato. The burritos I had in two different cities served by two different ladies, each one after a long exhausting flight. And on the way back, after a morning flight from Spain to Amsterdam and a brisk walk in cold weather with extra heavy suitcase and a new extra travel bag; there was that comforting ginger risotto with veggie stir fry and tempe that does as much to my soul as it does to my body. The ginger risotto with veggie stir-fry also made me promise myself to one day make it for my vegetarian best friend-- which I did when we were both in town. I still make them regularly because it's just so good. All of which also reveals my bad habit of flying on empty stomach and got very very hungry each time I landed-- which makes a bonus point for every warm food that is served after.

Most of them are recreated at home only by its taste and memory instead of written recipe, yet, all of those reminds me of a good time, good friend, and makes the perfect souvenir back home as a reason for an intimate gathering with friends and family.  I guess this time; this collection will last for a little bit longer.)



8.7.16

thoughts // eid


(My love-hate relationship with Eid has been flourishing since I was younger. Overtime, it's more on the love part and less on the hate part. My dad was a very traditional person and Eid used to mean endless visit to older relatives-- and there are lots of them. I remember enjoying the visits and eating all the cookies when I was younger, hating it and being a sulky teenager who put up an attitude when I got lost at small talks, and start playing a team work of cancelling Eid visits with my two little sisters. I don't know when exactly the number of those visits start decreasing and Eid start becoming a beautiful ritual of big family dinner the night before, sitting by the window waiting for the glorious light from hundreds of torches carried by children while praising God and walking together around the village, the morning prayer at one of the most beautiful prairie soaked in warm morning sun amidst the cold mountain air, and the family gathering right after that.

Eid holiday makes me falls in love with the idea of staycation and food as the most effective tool to foster a relationship. Oh, the food! I remember that one time when my aunt went out of town on the first day of Eid and suddenly there was a big empty space in the holiday spirit that year without the chicken curry and spicy beef-liver curry she makes every year. Eid would also mean homemade calories-loaded dish served mercilessly, uber-delicious bread-and-butter pudding from a neighbor that my other aunt would bring, lots and lots of chocolate to brawl about with my little sisters (the friendly-brawling always become the best part of it), those perfect cakes my uncle brings, and the Javanese-style rendang my mom's cook will make before he went back home for his holiday. If there is one thing that never changes, it is the feast and endless shopping sessions for food, fresh flowers, and gifts. It is the time of the year when heavy consumption is collectively tolerated. 

But Eid, so I realized when I grow up, is never exactly the same every year. That is why the presence of those rituals are very comforting and reassuring. Other than that, Eid is keep on changing along with the family's movements. When I was still in the university and my sisters are still around, we would binge-watch Disney's movies or gather around in silence reading fantasy while nibbling on bottomless cookies. When I moved to the city, going back home was an act of vain success symbol and irrational splurging. Thank God it was only that one time before I move back to my senses. When my sisters and I start learning to bake; we would spend a day making strange mixture of milk and cheese cookies, brownies, and weird-shaped food that mom would brag about. There always a time when my uncle would impulsively ask me to help him throw big barbecue parties at the garden in the afternoon and the children can taste a drop of Bailey's during one of the family dinner a night before. That was when I taste my very first alcohol in a Kahlua mix that was way too sweet even for my young taste bud. 

When I got married, Dito took me to my very first Eid mobility across region which I loved at first and despise two years later. Apparently, I am more of a stay-in Eid lover than the roadtrip-goer person. We then would start our annual house cleaning session, buying a bunch of fresh flower to put around the house, and stocking up food like we are about to face a zombie apocalypse. There are lots of baking-session happening in the house, afternoon spent reading together, an annual day-out with my friend Anna, gathering invitations for different groups of friends, and some exhausting yet satisfying days of endless friend and family visits. This year, we decided to do Eid night a bit differently. Instead of staying in, we stayed at Dito's parents’ house and went for a night ride around the city, had gelato for two instead of having big family dinner that night, and came across some youth on the back of some truck chanting praise to God on highroad instead of seeing them walking around their neighborhood holding torches gracefully. At that moment (and in the case of NYE too) I bragged, "Apparently, we do things better in Kaliurang, don’t we?” Maybe it was the weather. 


The ritual keeps on changing but the togetherness always warms the heart—when served in the right portion. I still loathe the big big-family gathering with hundreds of people I don’t recognize shaking hand and forgive each other for wrongdoing they didn’t even have the chance to do as some of them are only meeting each other once a year. I still have mixed feeling when meeting my old friends from school and see them change so much; like yesterday when I met the cute senior I had a crush on when I was 9 and see that the bad boy who used to steal my hat and put it up on the tree turned into the sweetest gentleman who teaches toddlers for a living-- and suspected gay, naturally.. And on top of it, I still hate the fact that my uncle is not coming and my sister went back to the city before Eid ends, leaving a part of the holiday incomplete and gave a twinge of melancholy when she left.. Like today.)



6.5.16

thought // in every kind of relationship, you make time


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"Why can't we get all people together in the world that we really like and just stay together? I guess it wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes! I know what I need: I need more hellos!" | Charles M.Schulz |

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("What are essentials in one's life?” that is what I keep asking myself lately. In time like this, my mind often get so occupied. As a result, I become cold and distant, sparing no time for melancholy and other feelings. But then, now that I realize I might be leaving soon.. time flows in a strange way. The morning when I receive the email for the interview of my life, I was on a bedrest. Life was put on hold before, suddenly, life spins uncontrollably. 

"It's about time", I thought. But time, is a funny thing. J.D.Salinger once said: "Time, or the lack of it, like everything else, depends entirely upon who's using it." I forgot that in friendship and in every kind of relationship, we (have to) make time. It's never about having not enough time but weather the time is made available or not. 

To my defense, my world was going on a full speed, I got so self-absorbed, I was losing track, I failed to noticed the other planet's rotation around me; and worse, I even forget to mention the reason of my absence. Sometime, it is those who are very dear to you who got taken for granted. In my case this moment, there were two of them. Just a week before I leave for the interview, two of my best friends are moving out of the city. One of them is even moving out of the country. Two goodbyes in one day feel just too much. I hate goodbyes, especially to those whom I love so dearly. Even more painful was the fact that I did not give them enough time or attention, and I did not give myself enough preparation. During the whole time when I was away, it didn't ache. But when I'm back and realizing that they are not around anymore, suddenly, I got obsessed and it stings badly. 

Now, each time the loved ones ask for a piece of my time; I will rush to their side, giving them a piece of me, even if I barely had enough for myself. For me, those who I love so dearly-- the gardener of my heart, they are the essentials..)


30.4.16

it started with a sad story


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(When I lost Ubi, my rabbit, I knew I will go somewhere far for quite a long time. So when de Appel Art Centre made an open call for this year curatorial program, I braved myself to apply against everyone's belief that this is all too early on my career to even consider applying. The program that only accept 6 curators every year is way too prestigious, too up high on the ivory tower of the international art scene, and as always-- shamelessly, I didn't think twice: I just jump. 

A month later, few days after I was just hospitalized, an invitation for an interview popped in my email. Half-asleep, I start panicking: the interview date is less than a month from the day I receive the email, I have got no funding yet to actually fly to the Netherlands for the interview, I am still recovering, there are still visa to apply and almost-expired passport to change, I have all kind of existentialist questions and self-doubt that is getting on my nerve, and I have not yet prepared any kind of presentation. All of which, miraculously, solved itself: I got my passport and my visa on time, I bought the ticket a day before I actually go with funding money that was granted a day before that, and I recovered fast and well. It all happened in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, I find myself on a 14-hours flight to the other side of the world, alone, strangely calm while slowly digesting whatever is happening at that moment: I was shortlisted for an interview at de Appel. 

I was unusually calm and preserved. The trip and the whole thing were strangely tranquil. The panic attack lasted for only few days and without realizing it, my mind is slowly making a list and I slowly but surely, checking them. Even when I was running under a heavy rain from the train station, 10 minutes before the interview, there was no trace of panic left. I even took a moment of self-reassuring selfie and send it to Dito on my way to de Appel under the rain that was ruining my new coat. The interview went longer than planned, but the hour-long interview was so relax it somehow felt like it only went on for fifteen minutes. A day later, they gave me a call, congratulating me, telling me that I will be one of six curators who will join the program this year. If it was the regular me who is responding to that news, I'll be euphoric. But it was the strangely-calm-version-of-me who is in the house: I gave a simple 'wow, really' and several 'thank you', and I didn't know whether I should be sad or glad. 

I spent the rest 10 days of my 12 days trip in Europe with an idle part in the void behind my head still trying to digest this information slowly and once again, making a list in my head while very very slowly checking it. If things go right, in August, I will be moving to Amsterdam for ten months. Moving, for sure, is never a simple thing. Plus, I now have a new funding issue to solve without which I can never actually go to join the program. But all those issues aside, I now have to really stop for few hours and actually process these whole things: the wave of change that is about to happen, the life I'm leaving behind, and the new adventure to come. The fact that it was one of a dream coming true and being overwhelmed by so many supports feel somehow numbing too. It was almost like peeling off a band-aid quickly that for a shocking moment, there was no body response before it started to tickle or ache. This post is one way to digest these thoughts and the dream-come-true that was all started with a sad story: my rabbit died.)


9.2.16

thoughts // expectation-loaded dish


(My father was a man who cooks. When I was 9 years old, my dad gave me a fancy knife set as a birthday gift. When we are not climbing the hill on Sunday, he would teach me how to cook a simple dish he learned recently or cook me comfort food when I was on obligatory bedrest-- which is pretty often. As time goes by, I grew up a tomboy and a feminist. The teenage version of me rebelled against my dad and be more like my mom who is fiercely ambitious in her job. I refuse to wear dress, give myself a pixie cut, lost the whole knife set I used to keep upon my cupboard, excel in class and losing the interest to cook whatsoever. When I'm in my 20s, my dad had a heart attack from climbing the hill with my environmentalist ngo friends-- and I didn't join him on that event. I was devastated. Then I start taking a good care of myself as a girl, start wearing dresses, keep my hair long for awhile until it start to fall and settle for short to medium bob from then on, and most importantly, I start learning how to cook once again. Two years after he was gone, I was still cooking compulsively. I bake more cake in a year than I did for a lifetime. Years after that, I was still obsessed with good food, but I have made peace with both side of me-- the cooking type and the non-cooking type. I cook only when I want to and treat it as a hobby. When I had a bad day, midnight baking therapy will make me feel great afterward-- with a bonus: a treat for everyone in the house. But every once in a bluemoon when I dine out, I sometime found a taste of my dad's cooking and that is how this story started.

There are days when I miss him so much that I start to take notes of the places where I can find these scattered memories of taste-- from that chicken Maryland in an old Chinese restaurant with amazing tiles, that fried rice in an organic restaurant, and.. well, that was it! Yet, those two places brought a piece of his presence back to my life for a short wistful moment. Ten years now since he was gone and the list stuck at those two places that is no longer even there. On the desperate time of adding more places to that list that is now down to zero, I was obsessed. Apparently, they have a name for those things: Gustatory Nostalgia-- taste that brings back memory. These past two years I am all about the phenomenology issue of how our body and senses remembers and triggers memory.  Every now and then, I desperately seek for a slight comfort of his cooking. I shamelessly start revisiting places he used to take me. 

That photograph above was a disappointment that manifested in the form of 'tahu guling' and a story of father-daughter lunch date. Once upon a time, my dad used to take me to a very humble eatery selling this simple dish of tofu, vegetable, and tempe in sweet garlic sauce. I didn't remember if I like it or not, but, I do remember the place. So, one day, Dito and I went to that eatery and ordered the dish. After two of three bites, I didn't find even a glimpse of my dad's presence there.. I was more than disappointed. I was looking at the food with expectation that is too big; wondering how, in theory, that dish is supposed to remind me of him. It feels like I was betrayed by the only dish where I can possibly find him waiting for me. The obsession makes me forgot how these involuntary memories are triggered, not constructed. Proust said, involuntary memory is a subcomponent of memory that occurs when cues encountered in everyday life evoke recollections of the past without conscious effort. For Proust, it was a taste of petite Madeline cake soaked in a cup of tea that triggers his childhood memory that was lost to him. The taste triggers more vivid memory of how the childhood home looks like and how happy he was. For me, it was that one time when I ordered fried rice in an organic restaurant right in front of my dad's cemetery area, and the taste brings me back to those Sunday’s family breakfast and simpler things in life. At this point, I might just let go of that obsession, stop putting up such big pressure to a poor little dish in front of me, and just wait for a surprise visit in a bite-- one day.. one lucky day..)



10.1.16

looking ahead // 2016 // in tranquility


//quote to remember//
"let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." |marcel proust| 

//resolution//
1/ opt for tiny everyday victories, one step at a time | 2/ explore, go deep, and learn more | 3/ work hard-- and having fun while doing it | 4/ life is good, make no apology for that! follow that impulsive picnic urge, lay down and just think about the sky, give more hug and enjoy it, don't feel guilty for a do-nothing day.. | 5/ house-hunting, for real | 6/ be gentle and forgiving, better be kind than being right | 7/ finish the things I started last year and the year before | 8/ be healthier, body and mind.. | 9/ be wiser on posting anything in the social media-- lots of misunderstanding was rooted online last year | 10/ never touch anything with half of my heart-- be present, in love and in life | 11/ listen to the intuition, if something doesn't feel right or not worth any attention-- don't do it.

(this year is potentially become another fast-paced one..but I will walk through this year in tranquility. "The Tao abides in non-action, yet nothing is left undone.", Lao Tzu said. So, for me, this is the year to let things develop naturally, be at peace, and as I am turning 30 this year-- maybe it's time to give zero f*ck to things that are unessential..)


6.1.16

looking back // 2015 // life




//best moments//
1/  picking up lobi-lobi with my uncles. 2/ that moment when silampukau sang my favorite song under the tree in walk the folk #3. 3/ finding beautiful bike path in Darwin-- along the seaside, under the lush old trees, in the middle of baobab forest, and many more idyllic routes. 4/ spending many afternoon laying on the grass together with our own music on, watching the sun goes down, looking at the sky, and just enjoy our own solitude, together.. 5/ being utterly happy by tasting one of the best simple breakfast in Bandung. 6/ running around Singapore in between flight was apparently so much fun. 7/ that moment when uncle sent me a photo of mud-crab, as a way to say that he was thinking of me.. :) 8/ that moment when somehow, the three of us (my sisters and me) got together in the city after so much time apart 9/ that one perfect afternoon, on our way back from the hospital when he acclaimed: "Look at the mountain!" and there goes the best view of Merapi in the whole year! then, we spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the grass, hospital terror has passed, and I finally say a proper goodbye to Ubi under the blushing shade of the afternoon. It was the last day of 2015 and it was perfect. 10/ just when I thought it could not be more perfect, there was that moment when me and three friends were running around in the dark, trying to catch the midnight on top of my mom's roof where we can see the best firework show in town.. and we took an alternative route in the darkness, and at the distance we can see the fireworks starts to lighten up the darkness. that moment, right there, I was feeling like I want to stop and just cherish the moment, but instead, we ran and ran and ran.. and we got to the rooftop right on the midnight. 


//do//
1/ gave myself a well-deserved rest (for approximately half of the whole year, that makes me feel mostly melancholic the whole year) on the other side, it means more time to read more book and watch more good movies. 2/ got my blood drawn more than I've ever been in my whole life in just 6 months. 3/ lost my Ubi and it was a very big shock. I never thought I can ever get so emotionally attached with a rabbit. 4/ making smoked salmon for the 2nd wedding anniversary celebration, and take a long dip in the pool afterward. 5/ held a 'gathering' at the rooftoop with hill view  to celebrate my birthday. 6/ spend a lot of time working in kopiketjil and finally found a cupcake shop that sell really good cupcake. (and I was never a big fan of cupcake before) 7/ eat better, healthier stuff. 8/ learn more about art than I've ever learned through essay and reviews assignments  9/ tried keeping  a succulent alive-- and failed miserably. 


//go//
1/ Jakarta (a lot!) 2/ Wonosari (playlist-battle trip!) 3/ Solo (for Irwan Ahmett's performance) 4/ Bandung (for a short trip with him) 5/ Darwin (25 days residency-- his, I was just tagging along) 6/ Singapore (a rush rush rush book-hunting and exhibition-watching day) 7/ Plawangan Hill (with a cute little girl who fell in love with the nature)


//curate//
1/ "We are the Majority Anyway" - solo exhibition by Faida Rachma. 2/ "Bioskop Remadja" - solo exhibition by Okinawan A.M. 3/ "Botanica 1.1: Vanda Tricolor and Other Finding" - solo exhibition by Edita Atmaja. 4/ "Betwixt and Between" - group exhibition of Lir 4 year anniversary. 5/ “A Noble Silence” - solo exhibition by Sarita Ibnoe. 6/ “Much Love” - solo exhibition by Anna Paramita. 7/ “Contrary to Popular Belief,..” - solo exhibition by Putud Utama. 8/ “In Vrede” - solo exhibition by Antonius Ipur. 9/ “F20.3” - solo exhibition by Isnen Bahar. 10/ “Genealogy of Hope: Piala Suratin 1992” - solo exhibition by Dimaz Maulana.


//make//
1/ the observant club. 2/ a new habit of trying out the recipe of some food I tasted during one of my trip as a souvenir from a trip out of town.. 3/ made the most impulsive decision ever by joining Dito for his residency in Darwin for 25 days with no plan and only 6 pieces of clothing.. and survived.


//write//
1/ “Raung Jagat: Rancangan Sistem Paduan Suara Eksperimental” - Things Magazine. 2/ "The Act of Collecting, the Act of Caring" - Things Magazine. 3/ "Playing with the Idea of Democracy" - Elle Decor Indonesia. 4/ "The Dreamer, The Visionary: Lab Laba-Laba" - Elle Decor Indonesia. 5/ "Art for All: ArtJog8" - Things Magazine. 6/ "ArtJog Etc." - Elle Decor Indonesia. 7/ "Artist Co-Working Space: Rumah Kijang" - Dewi Magazine. 8/ "The Narrative Project" - Elle Decor Indonesia. 9/ "Recollecting Memory" - Elle Decor Indonesia. 10/ "Green Plastic Tree" essay for group exhibition of Grafis Minggiran. 11/ "Recollecting Memory of Tukang Foto Keliling" - exhibition essay for a project by Dito Yuwono. 12/ "Melihat Jogja dari Jakarta" 13/ "Semacam Pasar Malam di Bulan Juni" 14/ "Kopi dan Seni yang Serius"


//beautiful things that inspire me//
1/ this essay on antagonism and relational aesthetic by claire bishop (never thought I will ever feel so excited and thrilled in reading an art essay.. hahaha) 2/ art: akiq a.w.'s projects at cemeti (both at router and humor exhibition), J.P.Soetardjo menjawab semua impian by pius sigit, aditya novali's makan angin, irwan ahmett's spatial history, agung kurniawan's hanya kematian yang setia menunggu, yang fana adalah waktu kita abadi - teater garasi, onyenho's solo show at kkf, 125660 spesimen sejarah alam at salihara, favorite artworks from Jakarta Biennale by tita salina, oscar munoz, maika elan, meiro keizumi, yee i-lann, jeremy millar, dieneke jansen, maddie leach; favorite artworks from Jogja Biennale by anggun priambodo, punkasila, joned suryatmoko, wukir suryadi, and olanrewaju tejuoso. 3/ book: the philosophy of andy warhol, love in the time of cholera, neruda's book of question, invisible city.  4/ movie:  la grande bellezza, comet, in the city of sylvia, all naoko ogigami's movie, sidewalls. 


(there is one issue for me when i slow down: tête-à-tête with feelings and my deepest emotion. you see, when you are busy running around-- feelings are mostly just blurry sight that doesn't need your full attention. once you stop, it is suddenly very much present. for me, this year means facing and accepting my fragility, and as I was physically resting, my mind and my heart rode an exhausting roller coaster up and down the hill. on the list above, this year might seem like a pretty occupied year, yet, i feel like i haven't done enough, not working hard enough, and not travelling enough. but then, there were so many happy days-- those that makes me feel so contented and my heart so full i lost word to describe it.. there were moments of loss and letting go, there were love and jealousy, there were busy days and idle ones. those that makes me feel like i should stop being so hard on myself every now and then. i feel lost most of the time, and it turns out that it was how i learn more about myself.. afterall, it was a pretty good year!) 


4.1.16

looking back // 2015 // lir



1/ Assembly Lines - solo exhibition of Stereoflow. 2/ New look, menu, and merchandise. 3/ (Not So) Secret Dining Club project. 4/ Exhibition Laboratory #2 and #3 which consist of these solo exhibitions: 5/ "F20.3" by Isnen Bahar. 6/ "Genealogy of Hope" by Dimas Maulana. 7/ Contrary to Popular Belief, .. by Putud Utama. 8/ In Verde by Antonius Ipur. 9/ Bioskop Remadja by Okinawan Agni. and 10/ We are the Majority Anyway by Faida Rachma. 11/ A talk about art enthusiasts in Jogja with Lir and Plesir Seni. 12/ A Noble Silence - solo exhibition by Sarita Ibnoe. 13/ Much Love - solo exhibition by Anna Paramitha. 14/ Walk the Folk #2 and #3. 15/ Dialog Tentang Batas - solo exhibition of Dhanny Sanjaya. 16/ Selected / Unselected - solo exhibition of Arda Awigarda. 17/ Lir x (Not So) Secret Dining Club x Indieguerillas at ArtJog8. 18/ Folk Afternoon: Back to Basic. 19/ Betwixt and Between: Celebrating Lir's 4th Anniversary. 20/ A talk about Lir at Erudio School of Art. 21/ Memory Tape project by Sandi Kalifadani. 22/ Don't be Afraid of the Dark by Paperjam Prints. 23/ (Sub) Siklus - solo exhibition by Gilang Nuari. 24/ Heroik Parodial - solo exhibition by Wahyu Eko. 25/ LIR x GBDBG x NCCA - creating an alternative pop-up art space in Darwin. 26/ Friend Visit Friend: Edita Atmaja. 27/ Botanica 1.1: Vanda Tricolor and Other Findings - solo exhibition by Edita Atmaja. 28/ Living in a Bubble - solo exhibition by Rudi Hermawan. 


(Let's talk about numbers! 2015 was quite a busy year when we talk about number. There were 20 art projects and exhibitions, three music events, two food-based project, and three talks outside Lir- one of it was abroad. Our big family is growing with two more additional member of Lir Space plus five Lir's Girls and one Lir's Boy. The year was busy and fun. When we talk about people, we have Sandi Kalifadani as our official music-program director and Yonaz Kristy as exhibition manager at Lir. We had Silampukau, Elda from Stars and Rabbit, Ita, Irfan, and many more musicians performed at Walk the Folk. We made new friends and collaboration plans for the upcoming year too. As for the restaurant, it was really difficult to juggle between our personal career, Lir Space's busy year, and achieving desirable visit for the restaurant, which is Lir Space's source of funding, that is. So there was some kind of a rat race going on at that point. The engagement was also very low compared to two years ago. This year, we might do more fun things together with more people. Workshops, classes, or clubs, maybe. Thoughts?)