Three Weeks, Melancholia

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Death. Death. Death.

That words repeating in my head.

Dark. Lonely. Forgotten.

And being eaten by worms and other underworld creatures.

I only saw melancholy.

I don’t have a choice, even once.

I only saw misery, never end.

In this work, I explored a loneliness feeling which led me to fear, worry, and anxiety. During this project, I made myself feel an extreme loneliness. And that time, I see this world is a large and complex melancholia. All moves and rotates toward solitude.

© Bayu Wira Handyan, 2017