Forest of Souls
The second in November 2012, Serrum made an event at the university of Jakarta. The asked to student to complete the questionnaires. In exchange students earned a caricature.
Give up!
Celestial Tramp
In the city of Jakarta, there is a district where families live under one device. These families survive by recycling waste from the city. They are the first victims of the various earthquake or
floods.
Jack (from Kota Seni) as volunteer rescued them during the last earthquake that hit Java Island. He decided to create a sort of school for the children. The school is a blue tarpaulin stretched
under a tree. Twice a week, he teaches them how to draw. He took us to meet the children. We spent half a day together under the tree. We have drawn together. Art has developed relationships. All
children gave us their drawings. To make sense in the universe. A highly emotional moment.
Books
Java, un bout du monde où le hasard croise les coïncidences. Le ciel et la terre s'embrasent, s'entrechoquent. Cette île est un continent, une immensité fragile. Le temps n'y existe pas, il s'est
épris de l'espace. Ensemble, ils définissent un art de vivre, une culture, une richesse, un mystère.
En novembre et décembre 2011, j'ai franchi l'équateur pour un voyage au plus profond de mes croyances. Un renversement autour d'un projet artistique celui initié par Julien Friedler :
la Forêt des âmes.
Ce projet est avant tout la nécessaire rencontre des autres, de l'Autre et de soi. Au bout du monde, évidemment les rencontres se dessinent autrement, sur un autre tempo. De Jakarta à Yogyakarta,
des périphériques embouteillés aux hauteurs du Merapi, il ne faut pas perdre son souffle. L'art se mêle au chamanisme, à la religion, à la cuisine... L'art est tour à tour magie, artisanat,
invention, environnement. Sans cesse, il fuit pour se révéler sous un autre masque, serait-il un mythe ? Une légende à chaque fois recommencée ?
Java, a faraway place at the crossing of chance and coincidences. There the earth and the sky bump and blaze up. That island is a continent, both immense and fragile. Time does not exist there, it took a fancy to space.
They act together to define an art of living and culture, making them rich and mysterious. In November and December 2011, I crossed the Equator to travel down to the depths of my beliefs. A complete upset around an artistic project launched by Julien Friedler: the Forest of Souls. That project is mostly the necessary meeting of other people, meeting of the Other and myself. Of course, meetings in that faraway land have another form and unfold on a different tempo. From Jakarta to Yogyakarta, from congested ring roads to Merapi heights, you must not get out of breath. Art is mingled with shamanism, religion, cooking… Art is in turn magic, craftsmanship, invention, environment. It is continuously escaping to reappear with another mask. Might it be a myth? A legend starting again and again?
