​​Milieu Fragments

Mural, acrylic on canvas

2017

Is my very own perspective about the simple little things i often meet in my morning-weekend running route. I like choosing the route that crossing the village where i can feel the atmosphere, in which i personally think, feels romantic. Somehow the feelings just bursting while I run through the streets thats shows so many things the way it is, like its just happen and flowing like it is, the things that tickles your logic to just questioning the origin of the things, what is it for, and how one thing can influence the other thing.

The things in front of house at the terrace, or things at the sideway, its like they have stories. Half of me feels that things right there are not just being installed by the owner, it have cause-purposes, being there with certain functions. While on my other point of view, those objects are born the way it is, lived there, and builds in-depth interaction with the residents of the environment, the milieu.

I of course enjoying the passing through moments, a little greetings without knowing each other, also a flash of routine that interconnecting each other. I, myself, the stranger, is imagining-and feeling the formation process of the environment, the social interaction that keeps on growing and then become an identity in the village. In the end, I personally even feels like i am a part of the connection in the milieu.