The past weaves into us, just as we weave into the future.
The Picts, meaning "painted or tattooed people" were tribal people who once lived in Scotland, during the Late Iron Age and early Medieval times. I am only in the very beginning stages of learning about them, but from what I know they painted themselves with blue paint, and went into battle naked. They left all sorts of beautiful art behind, Celtic, carved into stones which they stood up from the ground, against the sky. If I lived in Europe I could visit them myself, run my hands along the grooves perhaps. I know in Ireland there is much rock art, featuring many recurring circles and swirls as I have recreated in my painting.
The past is a funny thing. So impossible to reach, so gone, and yet everything is made from it. We are made of the past, and everything that happened, all the joys and the sorrows of our ancestors. We stand under the same sky that they once gazed at, we are connected to them by an unbroken string. I wonder who will come tomorrow, all the seas of people, yet to walk this earth, yet to love and strive and cry and run and breath and feel happiness and emotions and hear music and play and dream and die. I wonder someday will they think of us, hundreds of years from now, and make art about us too?
Anyway, in honor of all those who came before, on all parts of the earth. Your ancestors and mine, that's what I have thought about as I made this work. May we all make them proud
🌄Lebih baik menata kembali hati sendiri, daripada mengharapkan oranglain mengerti perasaan yang sifatnya tak tampak. Sebab jiwa bisa menuntut hati untuk ditata, sedang diri ini tak punya hak menuntut hati yang lain supaya mengerti kondisi perasaan yang tak tentu.
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