My aunt, Siwi Kartini, who we usually call Bu Niniek, is the youngest sibling of my father’s. She was born in 1959. When grandfather, Boentardjo Amaroen Kartowinoto, was disappeared in 1965, Bu Niniek was only 6 year-old. After her mother’s – my grandmother’s – death in 1967, she moved to Jakarta. Around the end of the seventies, Bu Niniek decided to do her uni studies in Yogyakarta. Her family members objected to her choices, but she still did it, because she had a hidden agenda. Niniek always walked to get to school, and she would stop if she found an old man on the road. Being the youngest child of the family, she was not too familiar with her father, and was really missing him. That was why she moved to Yogyakarta with the hope to find her father there. But this never happened. I took this photograph on Solo street, in Yogyakarta. I deliberately chose this location because Bu Niniek used to live in Kepuh, an area on Solo street close to her campus in the Accounting Academy. It so happened that when I first moved to Yogyakarta, my only friend at the time lived there. This is why I often hung out in Kepuh, and got to know that area quite well, even before I heard of Bu Niniek’s story. When I heard that story, I could immediately imagine my aunt’s daily setting. I always hung out until morning there, where the street became so empty. This is the mood that came to my head when I heard my aunt Niniek’s story. This is why I chose to capture the moment at dawn, when the street is forlorn. Rangga Purbaya #1965setiaphari #living 1965
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