At one end of November, I had more realized that life is never clear from pain. Lost many things I love almost took my hope away. From that point, I started to let go whatever happens in my life.
These photographs is a vomit. Reconstruction of suffering emotion from in a row bereavement of my uncle and my two dogs. At that time, rain seemed never end. Waiting while grieving. Finally, drizzle put an end to initiate. Brought a death as a surprise. The false impression of reality translated into imageries. All things that I despise in rhythmic connection assemble to form a notion.
I believe there is something after the end, there is December after November. Forever chasing rainbow. Photography invited me to lose my mind. Unleash my soul, to heal my loss experience.
About Gregory Rusmana
Gregory Rusmana (b.1990) is an Indonesian photographer born and living in Solo. Since 2008 he pursue his passion in photography, records his personal experience in banal life. Photography for him is an excellent medium to express something through images. Blending reality and fiction. He explores the space between his mind and world where he lives through with many questions. In 2014 he self-published a photobook entitled “outtakes”. [Official Website]