During this pandemic situation, I spent a lot of time in my studio which also functioned as my home. I made a piece of clay with a scratching technique using a sharp thing. This was quite similar and simple with my memory about the moment when I was a kid I drew passionately. In Madura language “tat ghurih, talpak tana” which means “incising and imprinting on the land”.
Another work was a decapitated bird entitled “The Death In The Morning”. Starting from my personal diary, I sketched a moment when I was in Lampung from February to April last year. Suddenly, I got news about my dad who passed away in the morning. It was very dark, the dark morning. I could not stay at home at that time. I was like that bird, went away and lost.
After isolating myself for some time, my neighbors and I agreed to do communal work. I am also involved in this activity. The first job was village road maintenance. We fixed the broken road by casting. Last, we made a retaining wall, it was the wall built by the river to fortify soil from water flow. We did this since it rarely rained.