mundane: fragments of midnight thoughts

m un d ane fragments of midnight thoughts

m un d ane fragments of midnight thoughts

a photo-journal by Gafi Prajanti

/ m v n ’ dein / dull and ordinary - relating to ordinary life on earth rather than spiritual things - very ordinary and not interesting

*** contrary to the definition of the word ‘mundane’ itself, in this photo-journal I’d like to show you how I see those mundane things differently and connect the photographs with my thoughts, that even the most ordinary and boring things have stories and meanings to me.

You said, it is silence that separates people - not distance.

Well, I think.. maybe it’s not.

I mean, it could be something else?

Maybe it’s just us.

Maybe it’s our ego, maybe it’s our selfishness, or our pride. ...too much of it.

That it wins over all of the good things, good memories; the love we share, the midnight texts, the silly voice notes - anything that bring us together at the very first place.

Because I think silence is never going anywhere.

It exists in many forms.

It’s always there.

“Love, it’s just easing the waiting before dying without company.”

(Daughter - Made of Stone)

That’s the line that sometimes comfort me when I’m in my own company, and makes me realize that we’re all alone here, anyway? And at the end of the day, we will be alone. That everything and everyone are just temporary objects of our lives.

We were born alone, and yes.. we would not die alone.

v It takes more than just a mutual feelings to be with someone.

You sacrifice so many things, you give up so many things. Open up with someone is not really hard.

I always have this fear that when I spilled out every detail of myself, like what my fears are, or my feelings, I’m afraid that they would take advantage of it. Or when they finally find out the dark-side of yourself, they would just leave.

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I think, when we make a drawing or a painting, it is only the final

result of it that really matters, that people would see, and would really care about. But when it comes to a performance art, I think you will see how an artist works - all of the process - because it ‘s all performed in a real-time, so that you

could feel, see, and decide yourself whether a

performance makes any impact to you or not. It really depends on the audiences’ view to measure the success of a performance art. That’s what make a performance art is really interesting for me. I think it’s the highest form of art because it needs your body, your mind, and your soul as the medium itself and it’s like your job to combine and process those things altogether to form something impactful for the audiences directly.

But I think, no matter what kind of art that you do, I’d really like to say thank you to you, and all of the artists out there for every thing that you’ve made, and for giving ‘all of yourself’ in your arts and inviting many people to see the different side of the world through your works. Thank you. Thank you.

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Sometimes it’s hard to share the most personal things of yourself to the people out there that don’t even know you at all. xx

Sometimes this question crosses my mind, would

could it be possible that for some

reasons, every single human being is created with certain different roles to each other’s lifes?

You know, have you ever feel like people that you think are close enough to you, or those who are fun to be hangout with sometimes don’t make the best partners for you to work with? . . .

I mean, sometimes you can’t be ‘this’ and ‘that’ at the same time in somebody’s life, sometimes you gotta be ‘this’ only.

LATE NIGHT DRIVING / A MIXTAPE 1. porches. - underwater 2. TOPS - outside 3. birthday - babyface 4. HONNE - woman 5. anne of the north - baby 6. big thief - paul 7. MUNA - winterbreak 8. IDER - pulse 9. garden city movement - move on 10. TOPS - driverless passenger

** in no particular order

sometimes, things are not always meant to be permanent. so does people. at some points in your life you will realize that some people would stay, but some others don’t. when the connection slowly dissapears, and every conversation becomes less and less meaningful to you, like talking to them just feels not right anymore and you don’t know why.

but that’s okay. it happens all the time.

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C : / REDITS photo, words

& layout

Gafi Prajanti

collage kits

Rookiemag - made by Corrinne James, Sarah Rimington, & Ana Hinojosa

also special thanks to

Runi Ayu for the camera!

a photo-journal by Gafi Prajanti