— Mintio

With all my equipments in place and the space at my studio all set up, it was time for me to carry out my intensive experiment on creating cyanotypes on fabric and find out which of the 5 materials that I have obtained over the past 1 month works best.

I had with me Prissima cotton (a very densely knitted and porous material commonly used for making batik), Italian silk (extremely luxurious in texture and has a beautiful sheen of luster), Chinese Silk (the cheaper variant of Italian silk, not as nice to touch but looks the same until only close inspection), textured silk (almost an fabric equivalent of textured paper with a sheer finish) and lastly organza (dense gauze-like fabric with a transparency level that gave an ephemeral feel).

Before I started creating the prints, there was a number of questions that I structured the tests around:

  1. Could a cyanotype print be created from the fabric?
  2. Could the fabric be waxed for batik?
  3. Can the wax be boiled and removed from the fabric?
  4. What happens when the cyanotype fabric is boiled? Does it still retain its image?
  5. Can the cyanotype then be toned with natural dyes?
  6. Should it be batik dyed then cyanotyped or cyanotype then batik dyed?

And the work begins…

 

 



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I was doing my usual rounds on the internet and doing a little bit of research on the language of Javanese motifs when I bumped into an Old Master.

Gustav Klimt:

I grew up looking at “The Kiss” from poster in my aunty’s room and since then it’s sensuality has always seized my gaze. I’m re-looking at Klimt’s work now for its decorativeness, the same dense patternly nature batik fabric has, and the way it surrounds a portrait that are rendered in such a realist manner.

I’m starting to think that the cyanotype-batik combination might just work out. Though I have to strongly consider how Klimt’s color palette played a huge part in his aesthetic and batik dyes do not give me as much freedom as oil paint would.

My desire to try is still burning nevertheless. I’m crossing my fingers on this. Wish me luck!

 



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The coolest couple in Kebon Indah: Bapak Rembrandt and Ibu Sumina. They’ve nailed it all for being the most creative team with extremely progressive ideas, to being one of the most skilled, as well as being the friendliest and the funniest.



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I met the other ladies who live further up in the hills near the homes. They really looked different without their tudung on, it took be a long while till I could figure out who was who. They looked splendid without and it was really comfortable chatting with them at the porches of their own home. I began to think about how the realms between public and private space have very stark social atmosphere here in Indonesia, especially for women.

Its nice and quiet here at Klaten.

Its so nice and quiet up in the hills of Kebon. Sometimes I do fantasize about living in a place like this when I grow up and have my own family. The children can practically play anywhere they like and the air is really fresh. Sleeping by 8pm and getting up at 4am – that sounds like an ideal life for me. Anything, as long as there is wi-fi.

Back on to the ass-numbing-1.5hour journey between Kebon and Yogyakarta. The roads are so dusty from the fumes emitted by giant trucks and buses, that by the time I get back home I turn into a inverted Panda bear. My eye area where my sunglasses usually are remains white and the rest of my face black. Now I know truly that I’m of Chinese descent.

Sampai jumpa buaya! (See you later alligators!)



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Special thanks to Mbak Pinta & Mas Aul for their awesome work!

 

Tagline for the day: Jangan lupa kunci! ( Don’t forget the keys!)

 



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I met Mr Irwandi at ISI first thing in the morning today. To the best of luck he had managed to find some spare Ammonium Ferri Citrate in the darkroom of the photo department. At once, my anxious heart unknotted with that white envelope of chemistry in my hands. I thanked him, greeted his chocolate coated-son (no pun intended, he was enjoying some chocolate before I arrived) and spared no time to head back and mix my chemistry.

Many thanks to Mr Irwandi and everything that brings all good things. Chemical solutions ready and fabrics coated. All set for the experiment tomorrow.



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Pinta and I headed back to Klaten again today. The one and a half hours motorcycle ride was no less taxing than the previous. Looks like it will take more time till my ass gets seasoned enough to ready myself for the countless of subsequent-trips.

We stopped for a short discussion over Es Buah (fruit salad in iced syrup). It was the most fantastic I ever had, with a variety of 9 different fruits at its freshest, all sliced into delightful cubes.  Over this pseudo lunch, we talked about what the best arrangement with the ibu-ibu (senior ladies/mothers) of Kebon Indah might be. There was a total of 159 of them and though I will love very much to, I couldn’t imagine photographing all of them within the next 3 months.

After the Es Buah treat, the both of us just headed straight to worrk to visit Bapak Rembrandt. To our surprise, all the ladies of the workshop were at a farewell partyto send off the IOM team who have been helping them sustain the Batik business for the past 5 years. There was much fanfare (a buffet spread of good food as well) when we got there. But underlying it was an air of uncertainty. Could hand-waxed, naturally dyed batik compete with the mass manufacturers of synthetic, digitally printed Batik from China? Only time and the tastes of the Indonesian market could tell.

At the party we got in touch with Mdm Sumina, the wife of Bapak Rembrandt and headed back to their Batik workshop for some discussion. Mdm Sumina listened attentively to our proposal though she looked rather confused with the process. She told us that it is her shared mission with the other ladies to hand down the tradition of batik making to the later generations and that she and Bapak will be supportive of the project. Yet, both of them weren’t too sure whether the other ladies of the village will participate. They told me working samples of the images on fabric will help with talking to the other ladies. This request stepped up my determination to create the fabric prints. It is now or never that I had solve the issue of printing through and through.

Before we left, Bapak let us experiment with coloring the silk fabric we bought with the natural dyes. The outcome not like anything I’ve seen before (and I mean this positively). The mango dye gave a shimmery like copper finish and the yellow shone like gold. Apparently just within 2-3 immersions of the silk the color came through. This unlike cotton fabric (Primisima) which requires 30 times of immersing and drying the fabric. Whilst waiting for the saples to dry Bapak introduce us to some of the botanica at his backyard from which he would extract the dyes from. He said “The colors on the batik is from nature and what we find from nature comes from God. This beauty we see here is God-given.”  I will admit that it is not part of my daily life that I will think about the world beyond a particular reality, yet I do believe that there is something spiritual about the process of working with nature to create beauty. I’m sure there are times when you had such and experience and I hope it will be something I will bring to people as an artist.



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I’ve been in Jogja for about 4 months now yet I still feel that the places to explore are still aplenty. Ullen Sentalu Museum is one of Yogyakarta’s hidden gems that I had yet to uncover until today.

The museum is located midway to the top of Merapi. The climate there is peculiarly cool and thin, a far cry in terms of comfort under the concoction of UV rays and pollution one will experience in heart of Yogyakarta City.

On entering the compounds of Ullen Sentalu, it was hard not to believe that the space is mystical. Though many of the paintings and sculptures there were recently made as a replica of the old, the authenticity of the batik fabric for the royals there stole the limelight of all of the exhibits. I had great joy tracing across the surfaces of the age-old batik images of fantastical gunung (mountains), garuda, candi, clouds, flora and fauna. The parang (Indonesian machete) is one of the most common motifs in the symbolism it bears for both royal and spiritual ceremony. What once seemed to me as decorative  motifs slowly began to emerge as a kind of language that only a romantic will appreciate and understand.

Supporting the images is the high level of craft, discipline and patience put into the impeccably geometrical batik tulis (waxing) work. Workmanship like this can definitely be hailed as royal standards. Much of the batik commonly seen today has been diluted by the commercial demands for mass production and as cheap tourist souvenirs. I was in a dilemma whether to mourn or rejoice at Javanese king’s decision to democratize the wearing of batik to the masses. What has came to modern society in place of such skill and patience that the royal batik makers demonstrated hundreds of years ago? Probably the short attention span induced in this MTV generation.

I hope my explorations in the days to come will take me into a world beyond this skepticism.



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