oil pastel and coloured pencil, 19cmx21cm
When you visit the home and shops of carpentars like Ulin, you’ll find a deep and dusty clutter of hand carved teak fragments from Java. It is almost like The feeling as a child going into a sweets shop where the eyes constantly dart from one item to another as each is more beautiful than the last.
In this case, the green caught my attention. But as my eyes settled, I noticed the framed reflection of stillness of the ricefields behind me.