… this world might forgot about me, about my bare breathe over this height of Lambitu, i seek through this barbed wire for my blurred future to draw.
… what about life to you? does it met your expectation? your early imagination?
We might have various of answer to those question, as i do.
through this image of a young elementary school girl in Sambori Tribe which is lies in the height of Lambitu Mountain, my imagination as well as my idea somehow triggered, liven up .. i found my blood getting hot as it rushes through my vein, the look of this girls stop me in every meaning. As she stood behind her school’s barbed wired wall, with the noise of her schoolmate chattered around, with those boys teasing and bothering, her eyes is in peace as she glance into the sky, fly with a bunch of future hopes and wishes..together with her bare breathe, for all hardened wall of life to be broke down by her spell of crying soul. Me, i found myself drowned deep and deeper, somehow melted into her silent spell, i found myself mumbling, in what time ? when is the humanity found its path to bring lights, to share loves into its very own descendents, this ordinary picture is just like a bitter and dry sand in my throat. Let me go little girl, i am just passing through, let me bring your immortal spell and whisper by this image to tell and show the world, it is the youngster who is important, not what is lies beneath our very soil.
[rafmars | belajarCapture, on EOS Canon, 22/9/2011, Sambori, Bima, West Nusa Tenggara]