At my artist's talk for Cemeti Art House (Yogyakarta, Indonesia), I served sugarcubes in the shape of the inner space of my closed hand, as a replacement of the regular sugarcubes usually served with the coffee, tea and snacks.
In conjunction with this, during my talk, at the moment I showed the slide of this sugar-piece, I had my residency assistant Agni read out a text. It was my writing, but I had had it translated into Bahasa Indonesia.
It was about how I had wanted to make something more out of the talk than just a presentation of my work, and how I had wanted to use the occasion to talk about vulnerability. How I had been nervous. How I had thought of several ways to insert performative elements into the artist's talk, but how I, in the end, didn't dared to execute any of them. How we all wear a façade at times, and how we want objects to wear a façade too.
How I feel like I slip away from myself sometimes. How I intend to do one thing, but end up doing something entirely different.
