the kite Master
meraut buluh (cutting the bamboo)
These photos I snapped around a Bazar at the MPK field, about 3-4 months ago.
Looking at this old man's art, I found myself submerged in the beauty of the flora and fauna of his imagination. It was so beautiful and meaningful, and every of them communicated with me. Farther more I walked in, the brighter and more colorful the skies and the forest became. I found my late grandfather there. I found me.
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